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[redrighthanded]

[ 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.

[mahem]

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. ]

[redrighthanded]

[ 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. ]

[mahem]

[ 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. ]

[redrighthanded]

[ 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. ]

[mahem]

[ 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. ]

[redrighthanded]

[ 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. ]

[mahem]

[ 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.

[redrighthanded]

[ It feels so good every time they do this, no matter what they're doing, that he's sure he's never going to get bored of feeling her body against his, her mouth or her hand or anything else on him. When he comes it's not the hot, desperate orgasm that they've taken each other through more than once, he's not shaking and trembling just to try to stay conscious, but in some ways it's better even if it is quieter, a surge of welcome pleasure that arcs through him and leaves him feeling warm and sated. There's no chemicals or magic involved, just the two of them, just Harley getting him off, sharing herself with him. And that's good. Really good.

He takes a moment or two to catch his breath, grunting softly as she slides off his dick, and looks down to meet her eyes, something in his heart turning over to see her looking at him like that. ]

Mm. Feels pretty good to me too, sweetheart. [ There's no question about kissing her; he leans in to capture those soft lips against his, wanting to taste himself on her tongue, the feeling of it drawing another groan from him. His hand drifts to gently cup her backside, unable to keep himself from touching her every moment that he can.

Explosions and shouts from the movie draw his attention back to what they were supposed to be doing. Pulling back a little, he glances over at the TV. ] Guess we'll have to watch this one over again.