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Maaaaybe. [ she hums once, light, like a sigh, drawing in a breath and then a slightly shakier one; her head drifts against his shoulder and she spots the edge of a blanket peeking out where it's been stuffed into the opposite corner of the couch. ] Wait, here.

[ she reaches out for it, only having to strain a little for her fingers to grip a corner and tug, but then she's spreading it out across their laps, shielding everything they're doing from pretend view. but that's not the end of her plan; she braces herself to his chest and lifts her hips up while she thumbs her shorts down, shucking them past her knees until they slip down her calves and hit the floor. now he's only got her panties to contend with, fabric already damp as his knuckles stretch it, but she can spread her legs wider now beneath that blanket cover. ] Mmm, but I might have a little trouble not makin' a peep. You're gonna have to — [ she swivels back to look at him, delivering a peck to his jawline. ] — keep my mouth busy.

[ There's nothing about the plan that unfolds around and on top of him that Hellboy doesn't like. He feels the corner of his mouth hitch up when he realises what she's doing, letting her go with a little reluctance so she can lift and shimmy herself out of her shorts before settling back down in his lap like they're the picture of innocence.

He lifts his eyebrows a little at her proposal like he's thinking about it, letting his hand slip back down between her thighs under the blanket and the thin wet fabric of her underwear. Finding her wet and spread out for him is enough to send a spike of desire arrowing down into his dick no matter how many times it happens. ]

Yeah? [ He doesn't need to be told twice, ducking his head a little to meet the mouth in question with his as he slides two fingers up and down over her clit, a little faster and harder now that he has more room to move, almost boyishly eager to see how quickly he can wind her up to the point of no return. ]

[ it's almost a shame there's really no one else in this room — well, no one else but bruce, but the hyena in question, having finished his efforts on his gifted bone, is now passed out in his designated chair, oblivious to anything that might be happening on the couch nearby.

but subtlety is the name of the game they've decided to play, as she arranges herself so that her legs are spread wider, thighs draped across the both of his with his knees keeping hers open; beneath the blanket, there's plenty of suggestive motion happening to make it obvious what's going on but his mouth seals over hers and manages to at least partly stifle the whimpers he's eliciting when his fingers start to move faster, more definitively.

trying to stay quiet means she can pick up on other things, including the sound of slickness as he rubs over sensitive flesh, and she's kissing him deeply now, parting her lips for her tongue to stroke over his, tasting beer and popcorn salt. ] Mmmph — oh, Red, oh — [ the movie's long forgotten now, and he can probably tell he's winding her up plenty from the way she starts to breathe harder, tensing in his lap when that coil of heat inside her starts to wind tighter and tighter. ]

[ He leans into that kiss, sliding his tongue against hers and relishing the feel of her desperate panting breaths against his cheek, the wet rhythm of her cunt and the way she breathes his nickname, a plea or a warning, either way he's never heard it sound so good.

It's a little tempting to slow down again, to see how long he can drag her out along this edge and really get her going before he finally lets her find release, but there's a greediness to it too, a desire to make her come hard and fast, to surprise her with how much pleasure he can give -- for the first time at least.

So when she starts tensing up, he goes with her, almost pushing her back down again when her hips rise, the noise of his hand working over her becoming louder as he speeds up. ]

Good girl. [ He almost hums the words against her mouth, an edge of amusement as well as fondness, knowing by now how much she likes hearing that kind of praise, and how much he enjoys giving it to her. ]

[ he doesn't always use his strength against her, doesn't wield his size comparative to her to his own advantage, but when he presses that big hand between her legs to keep her from bucking up too much, keep her pinned so she can't undulate too decisively against his body, the chuckle she emits into their shared kiss is a clear indication that she likes him doing that, likes him preventing her from getting too squirmy. ]

And you know how to make your good girl feel nice, huh?

[ she can't do much in her current position but she can shift her weight, let her ass notch against the ridge of his dick beneath her, and press down slightly to give him that friction too, winding her arms up and behind her a little to tease her fingers against his hair so she's stretched out in his lap more obviously. ]

You know how to — [ she's interrupted by her own whine when he quickens the pace of his fingers on her. ] — how to make her come for you.

[ He's not ashamed to admit to himself that his actions are partly out of self-interest, at least in as much as keeping her held tight against him means he can grind up a little when she rolls her weight down, teasing the deliciously pent up ache of his own arousal. He grins when she laughs, enjoying that sound as much as the slide of his fingers between her legs. ]

Thought you were being quiet. [ He turns his head slightly to breathe the words next to her ear, rubbing his fingertips hard over her clit before sliding them down to circle her entrance, a reminder of another time he made her come like this, far more publicly than their current circumstances. This sort of play is still relatively new to him, but Harley makes it feel easy and natural, like so many things she does for him. ] Or are you gonna be a bad girl?

Think you like me bad. [ but her voice is a whisper too, as soft as she can make it at least, softer when it's only him she's talking to, and she closes her eyes, feels the depth of his voice in the vibrations from his chest against her back, sinks teeth into her lower lip to stifle another whimper. ]

But I can be good, I can. [ and just for a second, it's her saying a lot more than just what they're doing here. maybe it's not so obvious, even to her, that she's veering closer to admitting something else about herself but she won't dwell on it now, not when his fingers stroke down to tease a deeper penetration and she rolls her hips back again, tilting up towards them. ] Maybe good enough to get your dick in my mouth.

[ Obedient despite the control he's supposed to be exerting, Hellboy dips two fingers into her tight heat, pushing the edges of her control, testing the resistance for a few moments before withdrawing them again. He strokes them back up over her clit, gently at first, then with increasing pressure, enjoying how wet she is, the shift and rustle of her underwear against the back of his hand and the blanket warm over their laps.

He kisses the lobe of her ear and hums softly, thoughtfully. ] Let me make you come. Then you can have it.

[ it doesn't matter how long he's spent working her up; he still works a moan from her throat the second he slips thick fingers into her, the mere feeling of penetration a delicious one even if she can't see it with the blanket across their laps. it gathers more of the slickness inside her as he pulls them out, moves it to spread over her clit, and she can feel where the fabric of her panties is practically soaked now, cool and wet against her skin. ]

Please. [ she whispers it, a hush, and she can't even remember the last time she said that word to anyone, the last time anyone actually managed to get her to beg. her eyes are closed and she has his voice in her ear and his hand between her legs and she feels like she's floating higher and higher, rising toward that peak. ] Please make me come.

[ He never would have thought about it before arriving here, but it's definitely been interesting to find out what effect those words have on him, like swallowing a glass of whiskey and feeling the heat burn all the way down. He lets out a harsh breath that trembles a little, whatever role he's playing slipping in the wake of the soft desperate note in her voice. ]

Come for me, babe. [ His fingertips draw tight circles over her clit, a quick steady rhythm getting faster and stronger, relying on her reaction to guide him towards what will bring her to the edge as quick and hard as he wants her to get there. ]

[ she doesn't even have to tell him how she wants it or even how she needs it in order to come, but it turns out there's something else he does that finally shoves her right over that edge, sends her unraveling in his lap with shuddering limbs — and it's when he tells her to, whispers it right in her ear, that final push she didn't even know she wanted.

but she turns her head, cranes her neck so she can kiss him as she tenses against his fingers, squeezing her thighs together around his hand, needing the play of his lips against hers while she rolls through the delicious aftershocks of the release he's just given her. by the time she breaks the kiss she's grinning, cheeks full from the width of it. ] Mmmm, hi.

[ No matter how it happens, Hellboy's pretty sure he's never going to get over the feeling of being able to make a girl like Harley come, feeling it like a gift being handed to him every time. He kisses her deep and hard as she clenches and shakes around his hand, pulling her along with quick strokes of his fingers until the cresting wave turns into ripples of shuddering release and she relaxes, bit by bit, against him.

The grin she gives him is dazzling and he feels something tight and happy turn over in his chest, smiling back at her. ]

Hey there. [ He strokes down gently over her cunt, enjoying how wet she is and the damp warm cling of her underwear against the back of his hand. ] You think that was stealthy enough?

[ she'd basically given up on trying to be totally quiet, and that kiss, however selfish, was her way of attempting to muffle herself while also needing the feeling of his lips on hers too much. he plays her like she's some kind of instrument, moving his fingers between her legs while she vibrates, bringing her down slowly until she finally sags against the strength of his chest and only looks more glowing afterward, not too weakened or limp.

but she knows what a smile looks like from him and she chuckles, the sound hitching as he skims his fingers against her folds again, gliding slick and easy through her wetness. ]

Maybe. [ she sneaks a peek in bruce's direction; the hyena's still completely oblivious, though he's also tough to wake from a nap once he's passed out. ] Think we can get away with some more?

[ Following her gaze to the snoozing hyena, Hellboy raises his eyebrows a little at their lack of audience. He's a little tempted, as always, to see just how much noise he can wring out of them both, eager to chase his way up the new heights he's only recently started to map out. But he hasn't forgotten the promise that he's made Harley, and neither has his dick.

He glances back at her, apparently considering it. ] We won't know if we don't try.

[ Tugging his hand out from her underwear, he holds her waist as he shifts a little on the couch, making a little more space to his side. He pats the couch next to his left thigh. ] C'mere then. Don't want you outta reach.

I'm not goin' anywhere. [ it's a promise that carries more weight behind it as she sits up, swiveling at the waist so that she can face him more directly, and then leans in to deliver a peck to the end of his nose, following it up with a longer smooch to his lips. maybe it ends up being a little longer than that because she always gets caught up in kissing him, but eventually she'll remember what she was supposed to be doing.

the sensation of her panties, cool and damp between her thighs, is a naughty reminder of what they've just been doing, and she slips off his lap but only goes as far as the adjacent cushion, tucking her legs underneath herself so she can perch in a kneel beside him. ]

Besides, I promised you somethin' first. [ she flashes a wink at him and then her hands are descending to the front of his shorts, noting with no shortage of pleasure that he's already significantly tenting out the fabric. ] Maybe we should see how much of that movie you can pay attention to when my mouth's wrapped around your dick.

[ If there's something hidden behind their flirtation, a hint of something that goes beyond this one evening, it's not something Hellboy's going to stop and examine, though he won't ignore it either, just letting it exist in the way she leans into him when they kiss, the way his hand slides up her back like he can lose himself in this and not have to surface at all, as if not questioning it might mean it stays longer.

But she has to pull away eventually and he opens his eyes again to watch her settle herself in place, enjoying the sight of that damp patch up the front of her underwear. He shifts slightly under her touch, giving her room, lifting his right arm to settle it back along the back of the couch.

He raises his eyebrows a little at her dare. ] I know what I'd rather be paying attention to.

[ she does have a pretty firm habit of saying things without really thinking them through, or considering any kind of deeper meaning attached — and when she's this distracted the odds of her being able to circle back and give longer thought to whether she'd meant something more are very, very low.

she doesn't want to second-guess why it's so easy for her to just lean into him while their mouths seek each other out. it just is. ]

See? S'not that easy, is it?

[ she gives him a pointed, playful look and then starts working his shorts open, even though her plan is really just to free his dick without making him take everything off. it plays into the whole scenario of them trying to sneak something if she only uncovers him enough to slip him free, but she doesn't leave him untouched for long, pale fingers stroking over his generous erection as a soft sigh leaves her. ]

I swear, sometimes I can't decide what I wanna do with you more. Where I'd rather put you inside me. There are just so many options.

[ The crooked lift of his smile spreads at that look on her face, becoming something softer and more appreciative than amused before he manages to school it back to what they're supposed to be doing. She's not alone in sighing as her fingers find his dick and stroke down the shaft.

Licking his lips, he glances down to watch her hand on him, always slightly in awe of the fact that she's so willing to touch him like this and the fact that she apparently can't get enough of him, as much as he finds himself insatiable for her. ]

Aren't we supposed to be sneaky? [ He has to clear his throat so he can talk, just barely resisting the urge to move around a little and push up against her palm. His own hand drifts to her back, sliding down towards her ass. ] Whatever's the, ah.. the sneaky option.

You still wanna play that game, huh? Okay.

[ really, she thinks it's kind of adorable that he's so invested in this spontaneous fantasy she concocted for them in the heat of the moment, this fun little story she made up where they're trying to steal something naughty without being caught. especially while she's rubbing his dick, mapping the size of him with her fingertips all over again, feeling how warm he is here.

no wonder she's always flushed every time they fuck. he's literally heating her up from the inside. ]

No, no, you're right. We should... keep bein' sneaky, keep... [ she slips her fingers around the base of his cock, keeping it positioned for her to lean down, although it's not like she has to do much to keep it standing when he's this hard already. her lips find him first, soft and open, pursing kisses she presses to the tip before she parts wide to start sucking, slow bobs of her head over his lap. she can't fight the sigh that slips out of her at the taste of him, though. so much for being quiet. ]

[ He's new enough to all of this to almost take it back, a bubble of nervousness making him unsure about whether he ought to keep going or not, but he doesn't get any further than opening his mouth before his words are replaced by an equally noisy sigh as she leans down onto him.

She always feels good, always feels like exactly what he needs, but there's something about the normal kind of feeling of doing it while hanging out on her couch in front of a movie that makes it feel better. Like this is something he's been waiting to catch up on, all those missed years of adolescence and adulthood he's spent alone, and the waiting has made it worth it in the end.

He feels her mouth part, hot and wet, over the tip of his dick and tilts his head back, eyes sliding closed, to just enjoy it for a while. ]

[ it's not like she's ever made any secret of her fondness for sucking cock, but maybe that really only applies to certain cocks, because it's about the whole experience for her, the way she can steer the situation on her end and make someone weak-kneed all through her mouth. of course, the fact that she gets to use her mouth, period, is always a bonus in her mind, and it feels even more fitting here considering how they first met.

so much for paying attention to that movie, though. not that she even cares how it ends when he's splayed out on her couch, the picture of relaxation and his cock pulsing in her mouth. there's probably going to be some kind of explosion happening in the background by the time he goes off too.

she's taking her time with it now, though, like they don't have anywhere else to be — well, she doesn't, at least. so she can really be lazy and indulgent as she sucks him off, the only sounds in the room his deep breathing and the soft and wet slide of her lips, the occasional whimper of encouragement when she feels him leaking on her tongue. ]

[ As eager as he is to reach that satisfying release, however it happens, he's also definitely appreciating the chance to take it slow. It's only been a month or so but he's already getting the impression that life in Duplicity isn't going to be especially relaxing, so it feels like good idea to take the opportunity to do things that are on their schedule, not down to the whims of whatever the city's architects have going on. And right now he wants to make the most of every moment he has with Harley.

Sighing, he lets himself relax into it, the rhythmic movements of her mouth and tongue over his shaft, the wet heat enveloping him and her soft noises, each slick slide drawing him a little closer to the inevitable edge. Low groans roll up from his throat, wordless murmurs between shallow breaths underscoring the thoroughly forgotten dialogue from the TV.

He doesn't even move all that much underneath her, letting her take total control, though as she continues his left hand drifts down from the couch, his touch taking in the curve of her body and wandering south. He discovers the waistband at the back of her panties and pushes it aside to spread wide over the soft roundness of her ass, middle finger finding that damp fabric and the slippery folds of her cunt, not pressing in, but there if she wants to rock back against it. ]

[ given how often this city enjoys giving them a strong nudge, she's learned that she needs to take advantage of the times when she can just do things because she wants to, not because she's experiencing any big incentive or motivation outside of her own desires. and she's been more than pleased to discover that how she feels about him has stayed the same, independent of anything they might have been manipulated into before. she still wants to put her mouth on his skin, still wants to sprawl in his lap, still wants to feel him sliding deep inside her. those things haven't changed.

and even now she can almost pretend they're just hanging out and fooling around like normal, not two people who happened to be kidnapped to BDSM city and positioned on opposite sides of society from each other. it says something all on its own that she would do this anyway, if this was back home.

she makes a soft noise of approval when he places his hand against her, between the press of her thighs, stroking her from behind without necessarily dipping his touch inside her; it makes her quicken her pace a little, head bobbing faster above his waist, and now she really is motivated to make him come, although the pressure of his fingers to rub herself against is a delightful one and she's able to rock herself into his hand too, incorporating it into the movement of her body while she sucks him down. ]

[ Occasionally he still catches himself wondering at how quickly he's become used to all of this, not just being dumped into some strange new city, but having people so interested in him, the connections and the sex. He can count on one stony hand the number of times he's experienced something like this before arriving in Duplicity, and now it's starting to feel.. normal. Not threatening, not strange. Good. Better than good.

Most of that, he knows, is down to Harley, the way she looks at him like she doesn't care who he is or where he comes from, she doesn't know anything about most of the crap he's had to deal with, she just appreciates him. Just wants to be with him, and proves it, over and over. And that makes it easier to handle it all, because when he's with her he feels as though he belongs, no matter where he is.

Right now, he doesn't want to belong anywhere else, not with her mouth moving on him so sweetly. He gasps and huffs out breaths as she quickens her pace, pushing back against her when she rolls her hips into his touch, one fingertip finding her wet and open and sliding inside just as she dips down in just right right way, and the double sensation of that heat and tightness is enough to skid him hard up and into the edge of release. ]

Ah, Harl, I'm coming -- babe -- [ It's as much warning as he can give her as his hips twitch, once, twice, pushing up into her mouth, a quick fleeting hope that he's not choking her as he loses his words to a groan and spills out hot and hard. ]

[ she knows she wouldn't have been in a good place to welcome in any of this if it hadn't been for j dumping her; she wouldn't have been willing to give in to nearly as much of this if she'd felt like her ex was holding her back, keeping her devoted to him in those sick ways he always tried to have her for himself. but she's her own woman now, able to make her own decisions, and that includes who she wants to be with and when.

so yeah, some of this is about her reclaiming herself and her body and who gets to touch it on her terms. but some of it is because she likes hellboy, really likes him, and she's glad she doesn't have anything keeping her from getting to show him how much. because it isn't just about the sex, either; it's about how he looks at her like she's something worth having around. and that means a lot more than she's willing to say out loud, but this? this she can handle for now.

she isn't even trying to get herself off at the moment either, but she does welcome the sensation of his finger dipping inside her as she starts to speed up the slide of her mouth on his cock, giving voice to soft little moans of enjoyment because he's so hard and hot and salty on her tongue and that's even before she's made him come too. she likes sucking him down, testing the limits of her gag reflex, knowing she won't be able to put his entire length in her mouth unless he's in her throat, and maybe she'll work up to that someday.

for now, though, she gets about halfway down, and when he warns her she digs her fingers into his thighs as a way to spur him on, not stop him. she wants it, wants it all; she tries to take as much of his come in her mouth as she can but is eventually forced to swallow just to keep up with the amount spilling out of him, once and then again.

and finally she rears up into a kneeling position docked on her heels, letting his hand slip away from her, and reaches up to swipe her thumb against the edge of her mouth, chuckling quietly. once she speaks her voice is thick with it, her lips swollen and her expression self-satisfied. ] It's so much fun gettin' to help you do that, babe.

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