[ she has the advantage here of being well-rested — and this is a woman who catches sleep where she can get it in fits and starts, rather than stretching out in her bed against a warm body who makes it even easier for her to curl up and drift off. so now, she's newly energized, but it's paired with the warmth that's flooded through her in the immediate aftermath of coming on him like this.
the soft light coming in through the windows plays across their bodies, revealing the sheen of sweat and sex clinging to her skin, to his; she smooths her hands over him from where she's sitting up, his stomach muscles up to his chest, savoring warm and firm skin beneath her palms. ]
I know the feelin'. [ she gasps, then murmurs wordlessly as he shifts up underneath her, and she's sliding her arms around him, fingers digging into his back as he mouths the column of her throat. she wants him sucking hard enough to mark her, to leave bruises on her skin, bruises to match the ones from his hand gripping her elsewhere — and all the while they're still moving, still rocking, still idly chasing that pleasure. ] Just wanna keep you here.
[ It's easy to fall back into that slow pace now they're both satisfied, at least for now, though there's a low insistent heat burning somewhere between Hellboy's ribs and his balls that still wants to be quenched, a formless greedy desire for more even when they're the closest they could possibly be.
Encouraged by her soft noises, he sucks on the side of her throat, then lifts his chin to breathe in the shelter beneath her ear. ]
I want you again. [ His voice is a low gravel rumble as he passes the flat of his hand up and down her back, dragging his nails a little along the curve of her spine. ] On your hands and knees. Wanna bury myself in you.
[ she doesn't know how he manages to do it, make her feel small and eclipsed all at once while also desired and wanted; he easily bears her weight in his lap and when he sits up to reach her she's already instinctively wrapping her legs around his waist, heels hooking together above the base of his tail.
it's just the right amount of more and not enough at the same time, his mouth moving over her skin so hotly as she tips her head back, lets him take his fill of her that way in the marks he leaves on her. she's gently riding him from here, thighs flexing at his hips to move herself up and down, and the next noise that leaves her is somewhere between a moan and a laugh when he issues that direction. ]
Fuck, okay. [ she wasn't sure how she'd feel about orders from him when it was just the two of them but she likes it. she likes it a lot, actually. but vacating his lap means slipping off his dick and she groans quietly at the sudden loss of him, easing herself off and then carefully rolling to position herself on all fours for him, sticking her ass out with a teasing wiggle as she glances back over her shoulder. ] Like this, babe?
[ It's a small sacrifice to have her leave him, her warm skin sliding over his and pressed so firmly against his chest and around his hips as she rocks on his dick, and he comes close to regretting the idea when she gives that throaty laugh that he can feel all the way down his cock, but it's too late to call it back.
Any regrets are quickly given up, though, when she slides herself carefully off of his lap, leaving him to suck in an inhale at the grip and slide of her inner muscles and the cool wash of air over his wet skin. She looks breathtakingly good as she crawls out onto the bed, all long pale lines and curves, the pink arc of her cunt and the cleft of her ass offest by the black lines of her tattoos. He meets the gaze of those painted eyes and palms the warm sticky wetness over his cock, running his hand up and down his length, squeezing beads of pre-come that spill out onto his fingertips. His body is insatiable for her, as it turns out, and he's not complaining. ]
Yeah. Yeah, that's good. [ He shifts onto his knees and moves up behind her, positioning himself carefully, guiding the blunt head of his dick between her legs. With a grunt and a slow roll of his hips he enters her again, letting out a shaky breath at the new angle and the easy slide of their bodies joining, before leaning forward and setting his right hand up above hers, spread wide on the blankets, his body almost entirely covering hers. ]
Good? [ He murmurs the question, passing his left hand up her side as he rocks himself up into her. ]
[ later she might even realize that she likes this position best, when she can be pressed against almost every part of him, sliding against his strength, his heat — because when she has to get up off of him, peel herself away, she feels the lack of it, that warmth disappearing, and the shiver that runs down the curve of her spine as she crawls to situate herself out in a position that offers herself up to him isn't just from anticipation but from perceiving that cooler air on her sweat-slick skin, on the wet mess between her thighs.
when she looks back at him the sight of him nearly takes her breath away, and her eyes are helplessly drawn to the movement of his hand wrapped around his cock, stroking their combined stickiness over the shaft, rubbing it back into the skin as he reacts to the sight of her in turn. he's magnificent, powerful, and completely uncovered, and she wants to stare at him for hours.
he gets up on his knees and positions himself, aligns them right, and then gently slips into her, and she curves forward, hands clutching twin grips of the bedsheets as she goes from being empty to so, so filled in one perfect instant. she moans then, when he leans down to cover her, his chest to her back, his voice in her ear, and she nods deliriously at his question. ]
Y-yeah, yeah. So good. [ her hand strafes up until she can rest it over the stone of his, pale and gripping around one thick red digit, something bracing but something that's him too, and she rounds her hips back into his, a gentle testing, starting to meet him in those movements, his breath stirring blonde wisps of hair against her ear, the nape of her neck. ] Do it slow like that. Let me feel it. Every inch of you inside me.
[ It feels so good to have her like this that it's a little difficult for him to obey her request, the urge to fill her hard and fast rising in him, insisting on the sound of his skin smacking against hers until they're both panting and crying out, but as she rolls back against him he can definitely see the appeal of taking their time.
His stone fingers ruck up the sheets under her gentle touch as his dick slides slowly into her, feeling her take him all the way until he's pressing up against her ass, fully hilted inside her, her skin wet and hot against his balls and upper thighs, before he starts to pull back again. He lets himself slip almost all the way out before he rocks forward once more, the pace almost too much to take, but the reward of having Harley beneath him, the pleasure of resisting his own urges, is enough. ]
Oh, fuck. [ He huffs short, panting breaths over the top of her head, his cock throbbing inside her as he teases the line between taking and wanting. ]
[ that isn't to say she won't want it harder, faster eventually, but she likes the build-up too, likes to draw it out more for herself until she's veering closer to desperation and the need to be fucked. right now, she's just focusing on the delicious feeling of his dick re-entering her, more and more and more until he's nudged to her ass, her thighs and she realizes he's all the way in her again.
it's almost too much from this position, makes her even more aware of just how big he is, but before she can get overwhelmed he's pulling back, nearly leaving her altogether until she whines — and then that sound turns sharp when he thrusts forward again, nearly sending her forward. she's arching beneath him already, spine curving like a cat's, but the expression on her face is of total, incandescent bliss. ]
You wanna fuck me harder, don't you? [ it's not a tease or even a mean goading, although she does chuckle, her pale fingers shifting along the stone of his hand when she notices him clenching his grip in the sheets. ] You wanna fill me up again.
Yeah, I -- [ He interrupts himself with a low noise, a groan of pleasure as he buries himself in her again, another long slow thrust. He nuzzles into her hair, the curve between her throat and shoulder as he reaches up with his left hand, using his memories of her body to find her tits, rolling his palm across the hard bud of her nipple before he moves down, across her belly, still moving with the slick wet bliss of entering her. ]
I could come like this. So.. so close already. [ He kisses her shoulder as his fingers dip between her thighs, wanting to feel where their bodies are joined, wanting as much of her as he can touch at once before he gives himself up to that release. ]
[ she moans when he does, a low sound as the thrust of his hips offers her the sensation of being deeply stroked from the inside out, and her fingers flex and relax over his bigger hand. it feels like they're moving together now, slow rolls even while he's fucking her from this position, something that could be rough and primal but manages to offer just as much intimacy as when she'd been draped in his lap.
his other hand slides over her, traversing the curves of her body, and she lets him find it all, the curves of her breasts and the hard peaks of her nipples down the plane of her stomach to where he's moving into her, over and over. his fingers feel over her clit and she stiffens, tensing, and he'll feel that too, inner muscles gripping around his cock as she responds to the dual stimulation. ]
Yeah? Give it to me. [ she breathes the insistence, gripping the stone of his finger, and rounds her hips back into his again, groaning when her ass meets his thighs. ] Leave it all in me, baby, I want you to.
[ Covering her like this, he feels every inch of his size, in his dick and his height, his weight leaning over her, but for once it's not a bad thing. Something he's spent so much of his life regretting, albeit in a distant and private way, feels right like this, like there's no other way he could fit around her. He feels strong and protective, the same way he'd felt when she'd been in his lap but stronger now his body is rocking rhythmically over hers.
He feels her clench around his dick and moans into the valley between her shoulder blades, repeating the slide of his fingers over her clit, trying to be as gentle as he can while the need to come starts to build in him. ]
Come with me again. Love hearing you. Feeling you on me. [ He stirs her hair with his heavy breaths and starts pushing harder, deeper, each slide of his dick almost leaving her before he slams forward again. ]
[ it speaks to something all on its own that he's actually waiting for her, that he's not just bending her over and taking her hard and pouring himself into her body without thinking about whether she's getting any satisfaction out of the deal. but he pairs those urgings with the return of his fingers between her legs and she writhes, a sharp moan snagging in her throat as her head drops between her shoulders and a shudder courses through her body. ]
Red, m'gonna — [ she drops forward, bracing her weight more on her forearms, which has the side effect of tilting her ass up so that he almost sinks deeper into her from that angle, and she welcomes it all, the smack of his body into hers, the heat of his breath across her skin.
the new position makes it easier for him to hit that good spot within and she arches, squeezing her thighs together; she finally comes with a ragged cry, somehow knowing that he'll be right behind her, that he'll follow her over that edge, especially when he starts to fuck her harder and faster at the end of it. ] Fuck me, yes, please, please, lemme feel it.
God, fuck -- [ The idea of tying to take it slow falls away when she starts quaking and rolling herself back against him, especially when she dips forward and the angle opens her up even more even as she's tightening down on his cock, taking him good and deep with each slap of his hips against her ass.
He rocks forward as she comes, stone fingers digging hard into the mattress as he picks up speed, the rhythmic sound of their bodies meeting a loud chorus to her cries and his harsh panting breaths, a bass groan on each exhale steadily rising in volume. His left hand finds her hip and holds her there, fingertips pressing hard enough to bruise, to layer more marks over her skin. ]
Ha -- Harley, I -- [ It's all he manages to get out before he comes, pounding her hard and fast through each clench and arc of pleasure, coating her inner walls with more heat, a noise that's almost a keen coming from him.
As the crest breaks and starts to fall his motions slow down, energy deserting him as he stoops to catch his breath, his forehead resting against the nape of her neck, his cheek on her damp skin as he shudders through the aftershocks, his dick throbbing and pulsing hard inside her. ]
Jeez. [ It's an effort to turn his head, but he makes it, dropping a soft kiss over her spine. ] I love that.
[ at one point she's got her face pressed against the sheets, cries stifled there, but it's glorious, the whole thing, feeling him pound deep into her without stopping, without letting up; it keeps her plateauing on her own climax as he takes steps to reach his own at the end, and she savors the sound of his deep grunts in tandem with the sharp, repetitive smack of their bodies, loving the noises that he produces as he's fucking her. ]
Yeah, do it, do it — [ she breaks off with a breathless laugh when she feels the pulse of his dick from the inside, that firm throbbing that signals he's painting the walls of her cunt with his come. she wonders if it's enough to leak out of her now, if he's filled her to brimming over, but they're still joined as he slumps over her, and she realizes she's a sweaty mess anyway, hair stuck to her cheeks and her thighs wet with the results of her own release. ]
Mmmm, yeah. [ she moans it quietly, deliriously, breath hitching as he drops his mouth to the curve of her spine; now she feels like she's on sensory overload, nerve endings working overtime, and every shift and press of him against her, inside her produces more weak sounds from her throat. ]
Call me crazy — [ and yes, she understands the joke she's making there, considering her history. ] — but it kinda seems like we keep gettin' better and better at that.
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the soft light coming in through the windows plays across their bodies, revealing the sheen of sweat and sex clinging to her skin, to his; she smooths her hands over him from where she's sitting up, his stomach muscles up to his chest, savoring warm and firm skin beneath her palms. ]
I know the feelin'. [ she gasps, then murmurs wordlessly as he shifts up underneath her, and she's sliding her arms around him, fingers digging into his back as he mouths the column of her throat. she wants him sucking hard enough to mark her, to leave bruises on her skin, bruises to match the ones from his hand gripping her elsewhere — and all the while they're still moving, still rocking, still idly chasing that pleasure. ] Just wanna keep you here.
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Encouraged by her soft noises, he sucks on the side of her throat, then lifts his chin to breathe in the shelter beneath her ear. ]
I want you again. [ His voice is a low gravel rumble as he passes the flat of his hand up and down her back, dragging his nails a little along the curve of her spine. ] On your hands and knees. Wanna bury myself in you.
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it's just the right amount of more and not enough at the same time, his mouth moving over her skin so hotly as she tips her head back, lets him take his fill of her that way in the marks he leaves on her. she's gently riding him from here, thighs flexing at his hips to move herself up and down, and the next noise that leaves her is somewhere between a moan and a laugh when he issues that direction. ]
Fuck, okay. [ she wasn't sure how she'd feel about orders from him when it was just the two of them but she likes it. she likes it a lot, actually. but vacating his lap means slipping off his dick and she groans quietly at the sudden loss of him, easing herself off and then carefully rolling to position herself on all fours for him, sticking her ass out with a teasing wiggle as she glances back over her shoulder. ] Like this, babe?
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Any regrets are quickly given up, though, when she slides herself carefully off of his lap, leaving him to suck in an inhale at the grip and slide of her inner muscles and the cool wash of air over his wet skin. She looks breathtakingly good as she crawls out onto the bed, all long pale lines and curves, the pink arc of her cunt and the cleft of her ass offest by the black lines of her tattoos. He meets the gaze of those painted eyes and palms the warm sticky wetness over his cock, running his hand up and down his length, squeezing beads of pre-come that spill out onto his fingertips. His body is insatiable for her, as it turns out, and he's not complaining. ]
Yeah. Yeah, that's good. [ He shifts onto his knees and moves up behind her, positioning himself carefully, guiding the blunt head of his dick between her legs. With a grunt and a slow roll of his hips he enters her again, letting out a shaky breath at the new angle and the easy slide of their bodies joining, before leaning forward and setting his right hand up above hers, spread wide on the blankets, his body almost entirely covering hers. ]
Good? [ He murmurs the question, passing his left hand up her side as he rocks himself up into her. ]
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when she looks back at him the sight of him nearly takes her breath away, and her eyes are helplessly drawn to the movement of his hand wrapped around his cock, stroking their combined stickiness over the shaft, rubbing it back into the skin as he reacts to the sight of her in turn. he's magnificent, powerful, and completely uncovered, and she wants to stare at him for hours.
he gets up on his knees and positions himself, aligns them right, and then gently slips into her, and she curves forward, hands clutching twin grips of the bedsheets as she goes from being empty to so, so filled in one perfect instant. she moans then, when he leans down to cover her, his chest to her back, his voice in her ear, and she nods deliriously at his question. ]
Y-yeah, yeah. So good. [ her hand strafes up until she can rest it over the stone of his, pale and gripping around one thick red digit, something bracing but something that's him too, and she rounds her hips back into his, a gentle testing, starting to meet him in those movements, his breath stirring blonde wisps of hair against her ear, the nape of her neck. ] Do it slow like that. Let me feel it. Every inch of you inside me.
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His stone fingers ruck up the sheets under her gentle touch as his dick slides slowly into her, feeling her take him all the way until he's pressing up against her ass, fully hilted inside her, her skin wet and hot against his balls and upper thighs, before he starts to pull back again. He lets himself slip almost all the way out before he rocks forward once more, the pace almost too much to take, but the reward of having Harley beneath him, the pleasure of resisting his own urges, is enough. ]
Oh, fuck. [ He huffs short, panting breaths over the top of her head, his cock throbbing inside her as he teases the line between taking and wanting. ]
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it's almost too much from this position, makes her even more aware of just how big he is, but before she can get overwhelmed he's pulling back, nearly leaving her altogether until she whines — and then that sound turns sharp when he thrusts forward again, nearly sending her forward. she's arching beneath him already, spine curving like a cat's, but the expression on her face is of total, incandescent bliss. ]
You wanna fuck me harder, don't you? [ it's not a tease or even a mean goading, although she does chuckle, her pale fingers shifting along the stone of his hand when she notices him clenching his grip in the sheets. ] You wanna fill me up again.
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I could come like this. So.. so close already. [ He kisses her shoulder as his fingers dip between her thighs, wanting to feel where their bodies are joined, wanting as much of her as he can touch at once before he gives himself up to that release. ]
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his other hand slides over her, traversing the curves of her body, and she lets him find it all, the curves of her breasts and the hard peaks of her nipples down the plane of her stomach to where he's moving into her, over and over. his fingers feel over her clit and she stiffens, tensing, and he'll feel that too, inner muscles gripping around his cock as she responds to the dual stimulation. ]
Yeah? Give it to me. [ she breathes the insistence, gripping the stone of his finger, and rounds her hips back into his again, groaning when her ass meets his thighs. ] Leave it all in me, baby, I want you to.
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He feels her clench around his dick and moans into the valley between her shoulder blades, repeating the slide of his fingers over her clit, trying to be as gentle as he can while the need to come starts to build in him. ]
Come with me again. Love hearing you. Feeling you on me. [ He stirs her hair with his heavy breaths and starts pushing harder, deeper, each slide of his dick almost leaving her before he slams forward again. ]
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Red, m'gonna — [ she drops forward, bracing her weight more on her forearms, which has the side effect of tilting her ass up so that he almost sinks deeper into her from that angle, and she welcomes it all, the smack of his body into hers, the heat of his breath across her skin.
the new position makes it easier for him to hit that good spot within and she arches, squeezing her thighs together; she finally comes with a ragged cry, somehow knowing that he'll be right behind her, that he'll follow her over that edge, especially when he starts to fuck her harder and faster at the end of it. ] Fuck me, yes, please, please, lemme feel it.
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He rocks forward as she comes, stone fingers digging hard into the mattress as he picks up speed, the rhythmic sound of their bodies meeting a loud chorus to her cries and his harsh panting breaths, a bass groan on each exhale steadily rising in volume. His left hand finds her hip and holds her there, fingertips pressing hard enough to bruise, to layer more marks over her skin. ]
Ha -- Harley, I -- [ It's all he manages to get out before he comes, pounding her hard and fast through each clench and arc of pleasure, coating her inner walls with more heat, a noise that's almost a keen coming from him.
As the crest breaks and starts to fall his motions slow down, energy deserting him as he stoops to catch his breath, his forehead resting against the nape of her neck, his cheek on her damp skin as he shudders through the aftershocks, his dick throbbing and pulsing hard inside her. ]
Jeez. [ It's an effort to turn his head, but he makes it, dropping a soft kiss over her spine. ] I love that.
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Yeah, do it, do it — [ she breaks off with a breathless laugh when she feels the pulse of his dick from the inside, that firm throbbing that signals he's painting the walls of her cunt with his come. she wonders if it's enough to leak out of her now, if he's filled her to brimming over, but they're still joined as he slumps over her, and she realizes she's a sweaty mess anyway, hair stuck to her cheeks and her thighs wet with the results of her own release. ]
Mmmm, yeah. [ she moans it quietly, deliriously, breath hitching as he drops his mouth to the curve of her spine; now she feels like she's on sensory overload, nerve endings working overtime, and every shift and press of him against her, inside her produces more weak sounds from her throat. ]
Call me crazy — [ and yes, she understands the joke she's making there, considering her history. ] — but it kinda seems like we keep gettin' better and better at that.