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. ]
[ 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. ]
Nah, 'cause maybe I just want to be the only one who knows about it.
[ she breathes harder, rougher, those quiet pants across the parting of his lips and when his hips rise from beneath her it has the added benefit of easing more of him inside her body, prompting another gasp from her lips. she almost doesn't know what right it has to be this good, this overwhelming; maybe she's a little tighter around his cock now without any aphros making her hot and raring to go but she's plenty aroused on her own from being warm and sleepy and getting to be this close where it's just the two of them, no one else.
she nuzzles into his cheek and then whimpers when his hand nudges between the spread of her thighs, finds her clit to touch her there; it makes her hands clutch down hard on his shoulders and she rounds down again, almost in playful retaliation but also because she likes the way he groans every time she envelopes more of him in the clutch of her heat. ] And maybe I've always been more of a bad girl.
Feel pretty damn good to me. [ Hellboy arches himself up into her, seeking more, wanting to make her gasp and make more of those soft noises. He shifts his hand to slide the pad of his thumb over her clit, fingers spreading over her lower belly between her hips, more keeping his hand there for her to grind against than trying to work up against her.
Even like this, it's soft and gentle between them, a long way from the frantic encounters they've had elsewhere. The bed beneath him is comfortable and there's a deep, pleasant heat building in him with each movement of her body. He lets his gaze wander indulgently over her bare skin, taking in every detail he can, from the pink whorls of her nipples to the tattoos he both does and doesn't understand, far more meaningful than the dark line of his own. Idly, he wishes he had two flesh and blood hands, so he could explore those curves as thoroughly as he wants to.
He lets his head loll back against the pillows, letting out a breath. ] So God damn beautiful. Look at you, babe.
[ it’s slow and perfect, so much so that she can really take the time to let her feel every inch of his cock sliding into her, the movements of their bodies enabling her to take more each time — and he keeps his thumb a steady pressure against her clit, lets her control the rhythm of how she seeks it out over and over as she rolls toward his body, the warmth of his hand spreading over her.
thing is, she doesn’t always think that hard about how she looks. sure, she knows she’s hot, but hot and beautiful aren’t always the same thing and here she lets herself feel it, lets it wash over her skin as much as his touch does, lifting herself up and dropping back down again, a steady ride. ]
You look for me. [ she braces a hand against his chest, lips curving halfway in a smirk, and every time she exhales there’s more harshness in it, occasionally a moan too, soft and satisfied because he’s already stroking her innermost places like this and he’s not even fully inside her yet. ] ‘Cause I’ve already got a view of my own, and it’s one of the best fuckin’ things I’ve ever seen.
[ As distracted as he is, Hellboy can't let that remark pass without a grunt of disbelief, though he's not committed enough to do more than that for now, especially with her riding him like she's born to be there, easy and sweet as the wintery afternoon sunlight coming through the windows, gilding the stray curls of her hair.
When she settles a little deeper he lets out a sharp breath and lifts his hips up to meet her, the need running through his body starting to tighten low down in his belly, in his balls and the long muscles of his thighs. He moves his thumb against her, then reaches down to touch where they join, his hard wet cock disappearing into her, the slick heat between them.
Lifting that hand and not taking his gaze off her, he takes the tips of his fingers into his mouth for a moment, tasting the two of them, tangy and salty, then reaches out to brush his fingertips invitingly over her lower lip. ]
[ if it's even possible, she thinks she might clench down even harder against him when he dips his hand between the vee of her thighs and then retrieves that glistening evidence where they're joined together; it's bright enough in here now for her to see it, that gloss on his fingertips before he slips them into his mouth, one of the most casually obscene things she's ever seen.
it completely plays to her own oral fixation, the tendency she has to lick things, and it makes her slow her pace a little, turn it into more of an idle rocking when he extends his hand towards her lips. she parts them readily, eagerly, draws their thick digits into the heat of her mouth, her moan elicited around them.
it caters to how she likes to be filled in more than one place too, gives her the illusion of that, and eventually she starts to move faster again, thighs lifting and dropping back down onto his while she enthusiastically sucks on his fingers. ]
Ah, Harley -- [ Her name falls from him like a prayer as she takes his fingers into her mouth. He'd expected it to feel good but the eagerness of her response, the hot wet play of her tongue over those sensitive nerve endings and the hard suction against them, combined with the roll and slap of her movements over his cock, hits him with a strength he hadn't anticipated.
His body jerks underneath her, shoulders rolling up as his head bows forward and his heels dig in to the soft blankets, his tail writhing and his dick throbbing with his pulse as she squeezes around him. ]
God, if you -- keep going, I'm gonna -- [ He pants the warning around harsh exhales, his brow kitted as he watches her with something close to reverence at the hold she has on him. ]
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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. ]
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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. ]
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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. ]
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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. ]
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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.
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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.
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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. ]
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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. ]
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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. ]
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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.
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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. ]
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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. ]
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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. ]
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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. ]
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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.
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[ 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.
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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. ]
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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.
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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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[ she breathes harder, rougher, those quiet pants across the parting of his lips and when his hips rise from beneath her it has the added benefit of easing more of him inside her body, prompting another gasp from her lips. she almost doesn't know what right it has to be this good, this overwhelming; maybe she's a little tighter around his cock now without any aphros making her hot and raring to go but she's plenty aroused on her own from being warm and sleepy and getting to be this close where it's just the two of them, no one else.
she nuzzles into his cheek and then whimpers when his hand nudges between the spread of her thighs, finds her clit to touch her there; it makes her hands clutch down hard on his shoulders and she rounds down again, almost in playful retaliation but also because she likes the way he groans every time she envelopes more of him in the clutch of her heat. ] And maybe I've always been more of a bad girl.
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Even like this, it's soft and gentle between them, a long way from the frantic encounters they've had elsewhere. The bed beneath him is comfortable and there's a deep, pleasant heat building in him with each movement of her body. He lets his gaze wander indulgently over her bare skin, taking in every detail he can, from the pink whorls of her nipples to the tattoos he both does and doesn't understand, far more meaningful than the dark line of his own. Idly, he wishes he had two flesh and blood hands, so he could explore those curves as thoroughly as he wants to.
He lets his head loll back against the pillows, letting out a breath. ] So God damn beautiful. Look at you, babe.
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thing is, she doesn’t always think that hard about how she looks. sure, she knows she’s hot, but hot and beautiful aren’t always the same thing and here she lets herself feel it, lets it wash over her skin as much as his touch does, lifting herself up and dropping back down again, a steady ride. ]
You look for me. [ she braces a hand against his chest, lips curving halfway in a smirk, and every time she exhales there’s more harshness in it, occasionally a moan too, soft and satisfied because he’s already stroking her innermost places like this and he’s not even fully inside her yet. ] ‘Cause I’ve already got a view of my own, and it’s one of the best fuckin’ things I’ve ever seen.
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When she settles a little deeper he lets out a sharp breath and lifts his hips up to meet her, the need running through his body starting to tighten low down in his belly, in his balls and the long muscles of his thighs. He moves his thumb against her, then reaches down to touch where they join, his hard wet cock disappearing into her, the slick heat between them.
Lifting that hand and not taking his gaze off her, he takes the tips of his fingers into his mouth for a moment, tasting the two of them, tangy and salty, then reaches out to brush his fingertips invitingly over her lower lip. ]
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it completely plays to her own oral fixation, the tendency she has to lick things, and it makes her slow her pace a little, turn it into more of an idle rocking when he extends his hand towards her lips. she parts them readily, eagerly, draws their thick digits into the heat of her mouth, her moan elicited around them.
it caters to how she likes to be filled in more than one place too, gives her the illusion of that, and eventually she starts to move faster again, thighs lifting and dropping back down onto his while she enthusiastically sucks on his fingers. ]
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His body jerks underneath her, shoulders rolling up as his head bows forward and his heels dig in to the soft blankets, his tail writhing and his dick throbbing with his pulse as she squeezes around him. ]
God, if you -- keep going, I'm gonna -- [ He pants the warning around harsh exhales, his brow kitted as he watches her with something close to reverence at the hold she has on him. ]
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