harrisonwells | EUDIO: IC INBOX

[And once again she surprises him, and his hands go to her waist automatically, as if she'd need steadying for this. It's what she does. And yes, she manages to cut off a comment about it when she leans in for that little nip to his lower lip.

He's more than happy to relax back against the wall, hands sliding to her hips as he meets every lazy kiss.] I could get used to seeing this side of you more often, Ms. Stacy.

The side of me that likes making out with you a lot?

[ of course that's not what he meant, she knows, but it's more fun being cheeky, yeah. though now that she's thinking of it, she really hasn't used her powers much for sexy times. increased stamina, maybe, but nothing so specific as this. ..webbing Cisco to the bed doesn't count, clearly, since she could've just used rope or scarves or okay she's not thinking about this anymore. but this is the first time she's wallcrawled to kiss someone since she kissed Peter this way all that time ago, and now she's just trying to think of how else she can use her powers right now ]

You don't even know the half of it, Dr. Wells. [ she grins, ducking to kiss his neck now instead of his mouth, curling up a little closer to him ] Well, maybe you do. I'm sure you remember how flexible I am.

I remember something about that. [He's also happy to tip his head to one side to make it easier for her to run her lips along his neck, pulling her a little closer since that's something he's apparently still allowed to do.]

I don't like not knowing things. Maybe you should enlighten me about the half of it I don't know.

Maybe I should.

[ she presses a soft bite low on his neck before she tips her face up to nip him again on his jaw. nothing too crazy, it just makes it obvious she's not about to make this easy for him. ]

Maybe you have to earn it.

[The laugh is more felt than heard as he turns his head to try and catch her lips, one hand lifting to curl around the nape of her neck, then presses his lips to her ear to whisper.]

How do you suggest I do that, Ms. Stacy? You do have the upper hand. What exactly is your plan with me?

[ ehheh again she just needs a second, this time it's because his voice is criminally sexy when he whispers right there by her ear, and she kind of wants to tell him so beca- ] Okay, first of all, I'm pretty sure you could whisper the alphabet and you'd still get me all hot and bothered.

[ it was important that she told him so okay he had to know. ]

And second- You can start by helping me get my shorts off, how about that?

[ she sways her hips back and forth a little bit before she lets her feet slip down the wall, just enough so her torso is flat, so there's room to unbutton and unzip and push them down her hips, yeah. she'll.. figure out what to do next after that ]

Huh. Good to know. [Still against her ear, and followed up by a slow nip and scrape of teeth along her earlobe. Because it is good to know, and he files that away along with the absent thought that phone sex with Gwen Stacy would be a fun way to pass an evening.]

You know, there are [Another kiss against her neck as his hands find her waist and her hips and help ease off the shorts] much easier ways [and maybe his hands slide up under her shirt so his fingers can brush along her skin] to do this. Almost all of them involve stepping off the wall and then coming back to it. [Not that he's really complaining, because this is new and fun.]

What would be the fun in that? [ it is overly complicated, enough to make her laugh even as she ducks down to kind of watch what she's doing. she steals a kiss once her shorts get to her knees and she can kind of slowly kick them off, one leg at a time, but. hm. right. okay. what can she do with her powers here? ] Underwear next.

[ her smile is too mischievous for him to not catch on that she has An Idea, so she's not going to voice it. she'll just wait until he's got his fingers hooked under the elastic, until he starts to drag them down her legs, then she'll slowly pull herself up a little higher. aaand higher again. she's holding herself up by the grip of her hands still, as best as she can, even as her body stretches out so he can actually get her underwear down her legs, but eventually she has to walk her feet up the wall to match how high her hands have lifted her and that

kind of puts her knees on either side of his head.

no, she didn't 100% plan things to go this way, but hey. she'll pretend this was her plan all along, sure. yes. definitely. ]

I think I've figured out exactly how you can earn it, Dr. Wells.

[Well, isn't that a sight he's been missing, and isn't this a new spin on it. She's not done surprising him today. He looks up, up, past the bare expanse of skin, tipping his head back until it rests against the wall and he can meet her sparkling eyes and match her smile with a slow, simmering one of his own.]

You'll let me know when I'm there.

[And without looking away, he leans forward and licks a long stripe along her cunt, dipping between her lips and lingering on her clit, and she's definitely watching when he lets his eyes fall closed on a little breathless moan.

She doesn't exactly need the support, but his hands come up to cup her ass and press her closer to his face, why do this if he's going to end up with a crick in his neck, and it won't be the first time she's sat on his face and let his lips and tongue and teeth devour her. Just the first time like this.]

[ yeah, he's definitely looking right at her while he licks over where she's sensitive and wanting this too much, which means he can totally see the exact moment when her jaw drops around a silent oh, the sound delayed like she's too caught up in what she's feeling to even react to it properly. her forehead thunks forward against the wall pretty soon after that, eyes shutting too because she needs to concentrate on more than just the feel of his tongue licking her open right now, yeah.

it's good he has his hands on her because it keeps her grounded, in a way, reminds her of the position they're in. her center of gravity is a little off, right, so she knows she's stuck to a wall but it's not like there's that same kind of weight as someone hanging from something attached to the wall, she's just- there. gravity still exists, sure, duh, but proportionally, her strength makes it easy to forget that he's standing upright and she's wallcrawling over him.

so yeah, the hands on her ass keep her in the moment, remind her that she needs to be aware of herself enough to keep her fingers stuck and her knees bent this certain way so she doesn't completely wipe out. ]

Fuck, you're good at that-

[ but god if that isn't hard with the way his mouth is closing over her clit ]

[It makes him smile in the middle of what he's doing, the way her voice is already a little rough around the edges, the way she shifts a little against his mouth, like she wants to move a lot more but given the position they're in, she really can't. The analytical part of his brain is already calculating how this works, the amount of contact she likely needs to maintain against the wall in order to support herself, based on the strength he's already seen, but most of him is concerned with settling against the wall, comfortably tucked between her legs and happy to stay there.

He keeps it slow, a series of long, lazy licks, dragging the flat of his tongue against her clit, pursing his lips around it, never quite enough. He likes the little noises of complaint she makes when it isn't quite enough, and if she hasn't learned that yet, she hasn't been paying attention. He'll probably pay for it later, but for now, he licks her open slow and thorough.]

[ yeah, it's not long before Gwen is pretty much just whining quietly, because his tongue feels too good and she can feel herself relaxing into it, because it's a tease, sure, but it feels amazing. it's the kind of thing that would leave her feeling like jelly if she were laying in bed on her back, thighs spread open to give him room, fingers tangled up in his hair while she rambles dirty words that make no sense but are just for him. only she can't really let herself get that way against the wall like this, right. so she's just panting against the wall, fingers pressing hard against the surface, knuckles white from the effort.

she feels vulnerable like this, despite the setup of having him "right where she wants him", she feels vulnerable because her thighs are spread and there's no hiding the effect he has on her, the tiny rock of her hips that gets harder to control as time goes on.

his tongue presses against her clit a little longer than he was letting it before and she moans, low and needy, whimpers when the pressure is gone again too soon. ]

Please, Dr. Wells.

[ she's definitely learned what he likes hearing from her by now, yeah. it's not hard to give him that right now, not when she can feel the slick press of his mouth against her and knows he's teasing her like this on purpose. so she begs for more without asking for it, lets herself fall into this desperate role too easily ]

[He makes a thoughtful little 'hmm' noise, and he knows she can feel it as he purses his lips and sucks lightly at her folds. He doesn't answer right away, kneading her ass absently as he licks her back open, and finally pulls back with a last sharp flick of his tongue against her clit. He presses a kiss to the inside of her thigh before looking up again, eyes half-lidded, and he knows his mouth is slick and shiny with her.]

Please what, Ms. Stacy? Be specific.

[And he's just going to keep flexing his fingers against her ass and dragging his lips against her thighs until she is, so she'd better hurry.]

Nnh.

[ if her whines were at all cute before, that one certainly wasn't. it's the sound of someone who's trying very hard to keep her cool even if she wants to be babbling no, no, don't stop, why would you think it was okay to stop. her fingers slip on the surface of the wall even though she doesn't move, one hand just clawing because she can't so anything else right now. her body curls up a bit as she looks down at him again, the top of her head pressed against the wall because she needs to lean forward or she'll just tip right backwards, yeah. ]

Fuck me with your fingers. [ it's not pretty, okay, but he says be specific and that's exactly what she wants, what rushes out in a breath because she needs him to, she needs it. ] You can fuck me however you want after just please, please make me come on your fingers. [ she smiles down at him while one of her hands moves to push her bangs back away from her face, look up just for a second so she can take a deep breath, try to relax a little bit. but really it just gives her more time to think about specifics ] I know if I ask you'll probably tell me you don't have any kinks you've been wanting to try, but there's gotta be something. Something filthy, just for me? [ her back arches just that tiny bit more, pressing her ass back into the grip of his hands ] You can figure it out while you get me off.

Oh, I can think of something for you. [Growled against her thigh before he licks again, a hard and fast lapping this time as one hand slides along her leg and he traces along her folds with one finger, strokes it in and out, then a second. He knows she can take three, will pant for three fingers soon, but he isn't about to let her come too fast. She started this, and now this is getting drawn out.

He wants to fuck her through it on his fingers and taste her as she comes, but even more he wants to watch her like this, almost undone and needy. He'll never get tired of the slick of her against his palm, the way her face furrows and opens again as she gets herself higher. His fingers crook inside her as he lowers his head to tongue against her clit again, just once, slowly, before leaning back to watch her face.]

[ Gwen's back bows forward with that first finger, and she fights to keep her thighs open, legs steady. it's impossible to move with his hand the way she wants to, not if she wants to keep her position up here, so she's forced to just accept what he gives her as he decides to give it and it's beyond frustrating. but, yeah, in an amazing way. she's moaning openly now, breath jumping every time his fingers brush her g spot, again and again. but she feels him tip his head away from her, the heat of his mouth gone, and she lifts her shoulders again just enough to look down at him through her hair, chewing at her lip because it's almost too hot, seeing him between her thighs like that when she's so

goddamn

close ]

More. Please, more, c'mon. [ she growls a little bit, that same sound she always makes when she's starting to absolutely lose her cool ] You know I need more, just- You're gonna make me come so hard.

[ and if he does give her that third finger, it won't be very long at all until she's coming just as hard as she thought she would, hips pressing down, into his hand, chasing that fullness even as she comes apart ]

[And of course he gives her that third finger, stroking it in deep without taking his eyes off her face, enthralled at the sight above him, still such a strange angle and yet everything else is so familiar, the scent and the taste of her clouding his brain. The hand on her ass is gripping so tightly that she'd almost certainly have bruises if she didn't heal so fast, and then it's that same hoarse whisper that he knows drives her wild, mouth close enough to her clit that his breath slides over it:]

I wish you could see yourself right now, how much you want this— [His fingers curl and he gently slides his tongue around her clit before pulling away again] Someday I'm going to keep you like this, just like this, as long as I...possibly...can...

[ her brain fritzes out right around the time he licks over her again, her moan broken and breathy, thighs trembling for a short little tiny bit before she gets control of her body again. well, as best as she can. enough to stay stuck to the wall, yeah. and again, that hard grip on her ass helps, for sure, keeps her present enough to notice if she's sliding down or lifting up too high - it keeps her planted right there as she shivers and gasps through or orgasm. ]

Hnph.

[ her brain needs more time than her body does to check back in, for sure. the next move she makes is slowly stretching her legs out straight, downwards, so she can crawl her hands down too, just enough so she can kiss him again. a slow, messy, blissed out kiss. she can taste herself on his tongue, but she doesn't hate it, at all. she keeps kissing him, just until her brain decides it wants to brain again. she still talks against his mouth, between kisses, once she finally speaks up ]

What if I begged you for it? You'd still keep me waiting?

[Harrison relaxes back against the wall as she sags in the wake of her shuddering orgasm, and his hand slides off her ass and up her back, settling there as he meets her kiss, lazily licking into her mouth. He's hard, of course he is, and he hasn't quite stopped thinking of things he wants to do to her since she'd asked him to come up with something, but the little interlude right after he's made her come so hard she can't think straight, he always looks forward to that.]

Mmhmm. Of course. You could make me any promise you wanted, and you wouldn't come until I let you.

[Punctuated by a little bite to her lower lip.]

This is a fun new way to use your powers. I wonder how many metas back home have come up with creative things like this.

[ he bites her lip and she pouts into it, tries her best to look a tiny bit put-out, but she doesn't really manage it ] That'd be so mean. [ but "mean" came out out her mouth in a tone that would've sounded better if she said something like "hot" or "awesome". in theory, she'd love to do the same to someone. she's told people she would. but actually having the restraint to make it happen? eh. her, no - Harrison, absolutely yes.

she finally crawls the rest of the way down the wall, feet touching the floor, but she keeps her hands planted behind him, just leaning against him comfortably now, eyes up on his as she grins ]

I don't know- Most of the metas I've heard about have pretty unsexy powers. Bees? Weather? Giant man-sharks? Firestorm? --Well alright, that one sounds sexy, but not to-be-used-in-bed sexy.

It would. [And it's obvious that he's greatly looking forward to being that mean to her. But later, sometime when they have a lot of time. And a bed.

That gets a quiet laugh and he shrugs, keeping her close and comfortable.]

There have been a few. Maybe Killer Frost, if she hadn't been, y'know. Crazy.

Yeah, that's always a bummer, huh? When they turn out crazy.

[ what even are they talking about anymore? who knows. all Gwen knows is that she's starting to get too comfortable for her own good like this, "too comfortable" in this case being bad because it means she won't want to move away, and. well. that just won't do. she can feel him against the front of his pants, the way her body is pressed along his, and it's flattering, duh, but also kind of a tease. ]

So. What should we do now, Dr. Wells?

[The way she's leaning into him, it's easy for him to shift his hips and make his continuing interest obvious to her. He's thought of a few filthy things while he was working her, but the one that most immediately comes to mind...

He lifts his eyes from her face and looks across the lab at the chair where she'd first slipped into his lap. That's a treasured memory, that first encounter, as he glances over to the table with the faint indentations in the metal. But the table isn't his focus right now, and he looks back at the chair, and both hands go around her waist before he swings them around and takes a step backward, tugging her with him.]

Do you remember...the first time you came to visit?

Of course I do.

[ she follows easily, hands reaching out for him even though she knows she can't do much of anything when they're on the move, when he's guiding her. she twists her fingers at the hem of his shirt, even if she's not moving to try and pull it off or anything. nope, just touching. she watches him like he's got a secret she's just dying to know, eyes bright and her mouth bitten red from what he was doing to her just before. ]

I brought you pizza and sat on your lap to distract you from your work, and then you bent me over that table and fucked me and spanked me because I asked you to. How could I forget?

Mmmhm. [And he doesn't keep going until he's at the chair, settling into it, pulling her down onto his knee, just the same as that first time.

Only this time, he has a much better idea of what's going to happen. He wraps his arms around her waist, tips his head to absently run his lips down her neck, up to press against her ear.]

I thought, this time, we might not bother to move to the table. When you fuck me.

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