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[ He's definitely got no cause to protest with Harley perched on top of him, stroking her hand down over his chest like she can't stop touching him. The low rumble of the TV in the other room drifts against the edges of his senses, making him wonder how much the other occupant of the apartment can hear what goes on and whether he ought to try to stay quiet. Weirdly enough, that idea is almost as much of a turn on as the way Harley's moving around on top of him. He tries not to think too much about it.

He grunts with amusement when she toys with him, tilting his head back a little to give her more room to kiss his throat, drawing gentle circles on her hip with his fingertips. When she starts heading lower, his response becomes more meaningful, tension starting to build up, then a huff of breath when she stops.

Looking down his body at her, he raises his eyebrows. ]

What do you think? [ He doesn't always have full control of his tail, especially first thing in the morning when he's still a little sleepy, but he makes an effort now and pulls it up to poke her playfully in one butt cheek with the blunt point. ]

[ even if the television wasn't cranked up so high they could hear it from down the hall, chances are cassidy would be paying too close attention to it to notice any damning noises coming from her room — that, or he'd tell them to be louder so he could enjoy the show from the couch. but she's not thinking about her roommate, her submissive, one of her arguably closest friends right now; she's thinking about the sight she's got sprawled out across her bed, and the way she can feel him tensing up in anticipation beneath her as she kisses down his body.

and then he pokes her with something from somewhere and she whirls around with a gasp to find the offender, her mouth dropping open in mild astonishment when she finds his tail hovering in the air behind her. ]

Hey. [ she directs her own playful swat at his upper arm, then retaliates by leaning down to bite a grip on his shirt and worry the fabric playfully with her teeth — though not enough to tear it. in fact, she's not going to be deterred from her mission to keep going, although she does sit up in order to reach for his tail, watching him out of the corner of her eye as she gently runs her fingers along its length. ]

What's it feel like?

[ Hellboy laughs at her reaction, a throaty rumble of noise, barely registering the swat to his arm. He watches her worry at his t-shirt before going back to the task at hand, admiring the way she moves inside the loose folds of that sweatshirt, increasingly distracted by the needs of his dick.

When she takes hold of his tail, he blinks at her, then waves his right hand in a vague sort of motion suggestive of a shrug. He lets his head fall back against the bed, gaze wandering over the ceiling. ]

Mmm. Like you're touching it. It's just like a.. limb I guess. Like if I touched your ankle or your arm. [ His breath catches slightly as her fingers travel further along it and underneath, a little surprised at how sensitive it feels when it's touched with gentleness like that, rather than the rough treatment it usually gets. His hard-on twitches in his shorts. ] Though maybe a.. a little different.

Uh huh. [ she’s listening, she really is, but she’s also focused on the sensation of his tail sliding through her fingers, or maybe that’s just the way she’s touching him there, stroking it along the gap between digits rather than circling a grip on it instead. it’s fascinating, the way it reacts to her, the way it seems like an extension of him, and she likes doing anything that can make his breath snag like that.

besides, given her perch across his lap, it also means she’ll feel his hard-on against the inside of her thigh, that subtle twitch that clues her in on this kind of gentle contact being a welcome one. ]

Every time I touch ya, it’s... you’re so warm, everywhere. [ she softly hums it, sliding her fingertips a little higher along his tail toward where the end of it disappears beneath him — and then she scoots down to sit more across his knees, dropping her hands to the front of his shorts. there’s a mischievous, crooked smile on her lips as she leans forward to mouth along the angle of his hipbone, that pelvic line that stretches below the waistband, and then she gently nips at his abdomen, below his navel. ] Kinda makes a girl never wanna get up and outta bed.

[ It's nothing like he's felt in a long time, maybe longer than he can remember, these gentle attentive touches, going further than just lust or need, an exploration of his body that's just about sharing pleasure. He's spent so long being touched only in violence, with fists or feet or the necessity of salving wounds, and each pass of her fingertips over his skin feels like it's erasing those long lonely decades.

He arches up a little under those kisses, against the soft brush of her palm against the underside of his tail, a short exhale when her teeth graze him. ]

Good, 'cause I don't.. don't wanna leave either. [ He crooks his left arm back up behind his head and lifts his right hand, one big stone finger gently brushing a curl of that flyaway blond hair behind her ear, a sweet kind of ache in his chest as his glowing eyes study her. ] Don't wanna leave you.

[ it's something she's never gone for between the two of them — it's not that she hasn't been curious about how much he can feel through his tail, but just reaching out and grabbing it has always struck her as being a little rude, at least until now when they're both relaxed and warm and comfy in each other's presence. she makes a mental note to spend some time with it in the future, maybe see how far that sensitivity goes along its length, but now she's more motivated to get to what twitches thick and heavy beneath his shorts. ]

You don't have to. Not if you don't want. [ there's a gentleness in feeling that big carved finger sweeping across her face with so much care, even though she figures that hand could do some damage along the lines of a mere afterthought, and she sinks teeth into her bottom lip, grinning silly around it. ] We don't haveta get out of this bed all day, even.

[ her fingers curl a hold in the hem of his t-shirt, sliding it up so she can mouth over those impressive abs of his she's come to be very well-acquainted with, and she licks over the lines between the individual muscles, defined curves that she would gladly trace every single one of with her tongue — while underneath, her fingers finally undo the front of his shorts and slowly coax them down over his hips. ]

Mm. Now there's a tempting idea. [ Hellboy studies what he can see of her crouched down over him, colorful tinted hair and the bright stripes of her leggings, the arch of one small bare foot. She's not like anyone he's ever known and sometimes he doesn't know how he's managed to end up here, but if he can, he's definitely going to stay for as long as he's allowed.

He finds it difficult to stay completely still as she licks his belly, small movements and the hitch of his breath giving away how easily and readily he's able to give himself over to her, hooking his fingers into his shirt to keep it lifted up for her.

Obediently, he raises his hips a little to help her tug his shorts down, already anticipating what she might have in mind and not wanting to waste a second. As is his habit, he's not wearing underwear, and already mostly hard, so she won't find anything in her way for whatever she wants to do next. ]

Thought ya might feel that way. [ her accent, strong even when she's fully awake, is even stronger now, but it isn't that exaggerated sing-song voice she puts on for dramatic emphasis sometimes. her natural voice is lower, deeper, even if the heavy gotham influence is still there, making her lazy with her syllables while she's stripping him down of that bottom layer.

and now, she's going to take her time, stroking fingertips up the underside of his cock — he's even hotter here, if such a thing is possible — and then swipes her thumb over the tip, circles the head, smearing what already drips back into his skin. ]

But all you gotta do now is lie back and enjoy yourself. I know I will. [ her resulting chuckle ends up muffled as soon as she parts her lips over his dick, but she doesn't try to go for it all at once; she's slowly sucking around the first few inches without bobbing for deeper, letting him enjoy the sensation of her mouth while she savors his taste, his heat. ]

[ It's an accent he's only passing familiar with, the unique Gotham rise and fall, not quite a Brooklyn twang but near to it, but he's already sure he likes it, especially when she's caught up in the throes of something passionate, enough to lose control a little and have it come spilling out as chaotic and unashamedly unrefined as she is.

He follows her touch with a twitch of his hips and a groan, unable to stop himself when she's touching him like that, a promise and the edge of what he needs. He doesn't need to be reminded to trust her, though, ready to be vulnerable and spread out for her. ]

No -- ah -- no problem. [ He grunts and grates the words out as she wraps her mouth around the head of his cock, now having to make an effort to stay still and not buck up into her, the sleepy heat of his morning erection already skidding him close to the edge. He reaches out to set his left hand carefully on her head, blunt fingertips stroking through her hair, petting her rhythmically as she works on him. ]

Mmhmm. [ she hums louder on purpose, knowing he'll feel it as much as hear it, the vibrations of that sound rippling against him where she has her mouth wrapped, and before she might've felt more rushed, more driven with that mysterious shot running through her but now she wants to really lean into her own laziness, spend time just on licking this gorgeous cock.

and anyone who knows her even a little bit knows how much she enjoys using her tongue.

but she's not quiet either, making soft whimpers and groans along with those quiet sounds of suction, cheeks hollowing out slightly with the force of it the further down she goes — and her eyes rise to find his face as his hand slips into her hair, which is when she manages to somehow grin even with her mouth full, tilting her head into that loose slide of fingers when their tips run across her scalp and make her shiver. ]

[ He does feel that vibration, and it's even better when it shifts into the soft noises of her own enjoyment around his cock. The sound of her getting off on having her mouth wrapped around him is a thrilling frisson under and around the physical sensation of her lips and tongue against him.

As much as he might want to, he can't quite stay still under her ministrations, arching up a little as she sucks down his length, a moan rising from his lips as his balls tighten, wanting more and at the same time wanting it to stay like this, gentle and lazy and slippery.

His hand drifts down the back of her head, splaying across her shoulders before he skates his fingertips back over the rumpled folds of her sweater, seeking something he can't quite reach. ]

Baby. C'mere. [ Words are difficult around the way she's making his breathing skip and the need and heat running in waves through him. ] Wanna.. touch you. Taste you. While you do this.

[ she pulls up, pulls off and there's a distinct pop as her lips release their tight wrap around his dick, a thin line of saliva breaking as she straightens up, and her mouth gradually slants into a grin when she realizes exactly what he's trying to tell her that he wants. ]

Oh, yeah? I'm not gonna say no if you want to get in on the action too. [ even if she is going to have to do a brief contortionist act to work herself out of these goddamn leggings. but she peels off her sweatshirt first, skin already blushing pink with need; once she has his mouth on her she's going to be too hot for it anyway. she doesn't even bother to separate anything, just slips off everything she's got from the waist down by hooking her thumbs beneath it all, and when she scrambles up to him she's a stretch of pale limbs, adorned with ink in every direction.

she's almost always been some measure of clothed around him so this is different, settling over his face with her knees on either side of his head; she might have to make the most of her flexibility in stretching out across his body but she wants to see what he does first, how he meets her, what his mouth feels like. she palms over his abdomen, drags her nails back up over red skin, light scratches that don't press hard enough to really do anything but add more sensation. ] Go ahead, big guy. S'all yours.

[ He almost -- almost -- regrets it when she slides up off his dick, the cold air replacing the heat of her mouth, but when she hooks her fingertips under the hem of her sweatshirt and pulls it off all doubts fly from his mind. He watches her with a sleepy hunger, gaze caught by the bounce of her pierced tits, the flash of her pale thighs as she wriggles out of her leggings, a teasing pink flash of her cunt as she manoeuvres around.

It's more than he's seen of her body all at once, and this time she's in the soft even sunlight coming through the windows, almost glowing, her tattoos dark brushstrokes over her skin. He drinks in the sight of her, his dick throbbing as she climbs up his body, almost unable to grasp the cosmic luck that's allowed him to be here.

He curves his left palm around her thigh as she settles over him, not to hold her down, but wanting to feel that smooth softness under his fingertips. He barely waits for her to offer permission, lifting his head up to bury his face between her legs with boyish eagerness, inhaling the smell of sleep and sweat and the unique note of her body that seems to sing through him. Groaning in the back of his throat, he licks a broad and grateful stripe over her clit and into the wetness of her cunt, lapping at her like he's determined not to let a moment be wasted. ]

[ she expects it to feel good — it’s a mouth on her cunt, when has it ever not felt amazing? but he almost doesn’t let her finish her sentence before he’s rearing up and shoving his face between her legs, making her rock forward with a stuttered gasp as she braces both palms against his chest. he’s licking her firmly, eagerly, like he can’t get enough of her already, and it manages to make her forget about what she’s supposed to be doing on her end for a few seconds as she idly rolls her hips. ]

Oh, God — [ she sucks in another breath, eyes squeezing shut, her lips parting for more of those gasps and whimpers, but when she looks down again and sees his cock laying hard and heavy she realizes having his mouth on her is only making her hungrier for him too.

stretching across his body isn’t the hard part; she has to splay herself over his broad front, shift forward a little so she’s not fully straddling his face, but she reaches him just fine, pursing her lips to gently spit down the hard line of his dick so she can slick the grasp of her hand around him before she reintroduces her mouth too. ]

[ It's easy enough to move with her as she shifts forward, leaning up to keep lapping at her cunt, wanting more of those soft noises, more of the taste of her as he licks greedily over her. He reaches up to spread his left hand over her ass, parting those soft curves with his thumb so he can get to more of her.

When she wraps her hand around his cock he arches into it instinctively, eager for her touch, and he curses under his breath, pulling back a little for a moment to groan and pant hot breaths against her to let the sensation roll through him.

With Harley sprawled forward across him angle is pretty good, but it could be better, so he shifts on the bed, more than capable of moving the two of them back until his head and shoulders are pushed up against a mound of pillows and he can resume his exploration of her body at a more leisurely pace. ]

[ she moans happily, a giddy sound in her throat, when she feels his thumb slide across the curve of her ass, spread her wider for him, and she’s more than ready to make herself accessible, but all of a sudden she’s being tugged back, lifting her head as her mouth slips off his dick and she realizes where he’s moving them.

it leaves her curved across him in that slightly sitting up position, her ass tilted up in the air behind her, and she likes it, likes being contorted into this angle so that they’re easily closer to each other’s mouths. ]

Lucky for you I’m this bendy. [ she grins, ducks her head to nibble the side of his cock, and then drags her tongue along the shaft again, long and slow licks that try to coat the entire length before she parts her lips to suckle at the head. ] Mmm, not that you’d be able to keep me away from this.

[ Hellboy makes an agreeable noise at her assessment, then has to pull back to breathe and groan and press hot damp kisses against the inside of her thigh as she teases his cock again. He lifts his left arm to curl back over her hips, fingers sliding down over her ass to part her slick folds, rubbing the path his tongue has been taking as his head falls back against the pillows. ]

Mm. Greedy girl. [ His words have no sting, only fondness over the wet sound of his fingertips sliding into her cunt, taking it slowly now that they're more comfortable and have, after all, as much time as they want. ]

Maybe. Can ya blame me? [ and hey, if he wants to play while she's dangling across his lap, then she's more than happy to stay right where she is and let him have his fun with her. the upside is that it benefits her too, and she grunts softly while her mouth is full, spine arching at the sensation of thick fingers working into her.

he doesn't even need to slide them all the way in for her to feel it, for her to clench eagerly around their tips, and she knows they're doing this now for the sheer pleasure of it, not because they need to get anything out of their system, not because there's anything influencing them. she braces her hands on his thighs for balance and tries to fit as much of his cock in her mouth as she can now, savoring the way he fills her even here. ]

[ Smiling at her shameless pleasure, at the joy she finds in the way they can give and receive, he kisses the back of her thigh as she pushes back against him, encouraging him to go further. He obliges, working one fingertip to stroke her smooth inner walls, coating his knuckles in slick wetness, though as she takes his cock back into her mouth he can't resist doing the same.

With a groan muffled against her soft curves, he shifts slightly to spread his legs a bit wider, rolling his hips a little. He pulls his hand out and replaces it with his tongue, licking deep and slow into her, savouring the warmth and taste of her coating his senses, the noises they're making together, content to let her set the rhythm. ]

[ there is an ease to this, a laze; she rocks her hips back now that her knees are braced against the pillows on either side of his head, toes curling where her feet dangle in the air, and when he presses a finger deeper inside her she groans low and throaty, responds by sucking harder and deeper and more.

they’re the only sounds that happen for a little while, deep sighs and moans and tongues slickly stroking, and their bodies are getting more into it as they move against each other, into each other; his hips shift beneath her like he’s almost trying to fuck her mouth and she gasps, digs her nails into his thighs. it’s not to stop him but more to spur him on, a signal that she wants more, that she can take more. ]

[ Though he hasn't had a lot of experience, he knows by now that he's a lot to take, and so he's a little reluctant to push up into her mouth even though it feels so good to have that wet heat wrapped around him. So when she gasps and hums her encouragement, fingers digging into him like she wants to pull him up, it takes him a breath before he starts to move, and when he does it's in small movements, careful.

The sensation of it ripples through him, breaking him away from her cunt to lean back on the pillows for a moment, breathing hard. ]

God, you -- that feels so good.

Mmhmm?

[ is all she can muster while her mouth is occupied, but she gets a sigh out too, a hummed sound when he starts to thrust up slightly, gently, and she holds herself as still as she’s capable of to feel the size of his cock sliding between her lips and over her tongue. by the time she finally lets him slip free with a pop she’s too wriggly, too distracted, and too eager for more. ]

Hold that thought. [ he’s worked her up plenty, and her him, and she performs a forward roll, an acrobat’s tumble between the spread of his legs to turn herself over, flopping onto her back with a chuckle. but she’s up on her hands and knees quickly, scrabbling up into his lap again, and notches herself into a kneeling straddle across his thighs, surging in to kiss the taste of herself off his mouth. ]

I wanna feel you inside. [ she whispers it, nibbling on his bottom lip, and even now she’s slotting his cock against the apex of her thighs, rubbing her cunt against his length, enjoying the sensation of them sliding together with almost no friction now. ] Right here.

[ Lost in the feeling of her mouth and tongue on him, he doesn't quite expect that tumble out of his hands and blinks in surprise, looking down his body and past his rock hard and gently throbbing cock to watch her scramble back up again. He definitely doesn't mind being climbed over, especially when the reward is a kiss that tastes of salt and spices and the faint tang of her cunt echoed back between them.

Her soft request is enough to make him shiver, even without the way she reaches back for him, slides over him. He groans and lifts his head up a little, his hand pushing into her sleep-rumpled curls to hold her head still as he kisses her hard and hungry, though he makes no move to shift his hips back and bury himself in her yet, enjoying the wet slide of her body over his too much for the moment. ]

[ she derives a unique pleasure from tasting herself on his lips, his tongue, reminders of where he’s just been working her up, and she’s also content to trade that lazy slide of mouths for a little while as she works herself in his lap, rubs on him. why rush when she has the promise of him in her bed now and the knowledge that he wants her just as much even without anything influencing either of them?

she licks over his lips and then her own as she leans back; she wants to see his face, see how she can make his expression change when she lifts up and slowly starts to seat herself on him, and it’s there in her face too, brow furrowing as a whimper rises in her throat. ]

Ohhhh, Red. [ she rocks up, almost letting his cock slip out of her, and then rounds down again, feeling more of him sink into her this time. ] You feel so good it should be illegal.

[ Something in his eyes darkens and flares when she moves back to take him into her body, a faint shift that accompanies the intensity of feeling which has him gritting his teeth and groaning, his hands drifting to brush over her hips as if he's framing the way she lowers herself into his cock. It feels so good, it's felt good each and every time, but this somehow seems more connected, more present with no chemicals or magic fogging their reactions.

He sighs in an echo of her words, hips rising a little to encourage her to take more. ]

You gonna.. ah, report me? [ He doesn't know what he's saying, the ability to form coherent sentences rapidly diminishing. He lets his left hand slide off her hip and down between them, seeking out her clit with his fingertips in a half-remembered experiment, wanting to see her reaction. ]

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