harrisonwells | EUDIO: IC INBOX

[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.

Yes. [ Gwen's smiling pretty much as soon as he's pulling her down on his lap, settling where he guides her for now, even if she's starting to feel a little antsy to move right along, carry out what he wants. because um, yeah, she wants that too. riding him on this chair is absolutely something she can do, yep. ] Yes.

[ she laughs quietly, leaning back so she can catch his lips for a kiss, nods when she pulls away again. no, she doesn't want to move now that he's got her here, but she steps off of his lap so she can hurry over to her bag, come back with a condom in hand because yes! it's important! every time! and even though she takes her time when she kneels between his knees, unbuckles his pants and helps him get them down to just about his knees before she quits that task, she's quick to roll the condom down over him, squeezing him in her palm a few times just because she can. because she likes watching his face when she does things that are a little overly sexual, like chewing her lip while she looks him over and touches him, like she's craving it so bad.

but yeah, it doesn't last long, the teasing, not when she'd rather crawl up onto his lap, gripping the high back of the chair with one hand while the other reaches down to guide him into her. she doesn't stop moving until he's bottomed out, makes it easy to tuck her hips against his with a groan, forehead touching his. at first she's curled up on her knees, but she lets her legs drape on either side of him under the arm rests of the chair, pressing herself even closer. and god if that doesn't feel good, just like this. ]

Yeah?

[ maybe she should've asked sooner, but. well. he gave her an idea and she liked it and now she's here. her hips roll forward, her toes barely touching the floor on either side of him, but that's okay. the idea of grinding on him like this is kind of too good to pass up. ]

[And this is one of the many reasons he likes Gwen Stacy, she hits on an idea and she just runs with it, and he doesn't mind at all being dragged along for the ride. God, she's gorgeous like this, that light of mischief in her eyes as she does all the work right up to wriggling on his lap, getting him even deeper inside her. She hasn't even started moving yet and she feels so perfect, he's going to find any excuse he can to kiss her neck and along her jaw as she's settling in.]

Oh, yeah. I think you got it just right.

[It's a whisper against her ear, he knows how much she likes hearing that. One hand slides up her thigh, squeezing just a little, as his other hand moves under her shirt to trace fingertips at the edge of her bra, and then up to circle her nipple. They only manage to get naked for sex maybe one time in four and he likes that.]

[ Gwen doesn't squeal, but there's a bright, pleased little hum when he tells her she got it right, like she's thrilled by the praise, and maybe she is a little bit. or she's thrilled by the placement of his hands. both. either way, good things all around. she keeps one hand on the chair just to make sure she doesn't lose her balance, because even though she's sure he's got her, they're still on a chair and that could go bad pretty fast. but her other hand moves to curl around the back of his neck, back arched to keep herself pressed close even as she starts to rut her hips against his.

little movements, for now, not really properly fucking herself on him so much as grinding with him, wanting to feel full, wanting him to feel how hot she is for him. ]

You got me so fucking wet, can you feel that? [ it does actually make her smile and blush a little bit - she can feel it on her thighs now that she's properly moving against him ] I'll have to clean you up once we're all done. [ listen she knows he's wearing a condom but that's really not the point ]

[Harrison lets out a pleased little sound and tilts his head into the hand on his neck. It does feel nice, that touch, cozy and comfortable, and he wonders if she's doing that because it's what he does to her so often or if it's just a convenient way to keep her balance. But it's only a momentary thought, because when her hips start rocking against his, that wet slide is all he can feel.]

I can always get you wet— [with an amused smirk that ends on his breath catching when her hips twist just a little, she's the one teasing and going slow and drawing it out now, and he deserves it] —but I know you'll take care of it, Ms. Stacy, you always know how to give me what I want.

[ when she dips her face down towards his for a kiss, it's mostly to stop herself from smiling like an idiot, because "I can always get you wet" is so cocky even if it's true, but she likes cocky, so nobody's complaining here. but she kisses him rough and needy because that's exactly how she wants to be fucking him right now, but instead she's just letting her hips continue to rock their lazy rock, which feels good, of course it does, but it's not enough.

that doesn't stop her from making little happy sounds into the kiss, like this is all she could ask for, all she needs. perfectly content with this pace, sure, not a tease at all.

only, y'know, it is. so when she breaks the kiss, it's absolutely to let her head tip back with a moan, her body shifting for a quick moment just so she can actually start moving on him properly now, a little faster. it's a little tough to move on his lap the way she wants to with her legs dangling the way they are, but she uses her grip on the chair to make it happen, just to add a little bounce to her grinding, yeah. ]

[Maybe it is cocky, and not usually something Harrison would say—he's cocky, just not about how good he is in bed—but this is Gwen, and it's the kind of thing she likes to hear, and it turns out it's the kind of thing he likes saying to her. The end of it gets cut off by the kiss, and he groans quietly as she rolls her hips against his. It isn't enough, not nearly, and she knows it.

Luckily he doesn't need to wait much longer before she's picking up the pace as well as she can, and now it's his turn to tighten his hands on her waist and shift, bracing his feet on the floor so he can push up and meet her thrusts. They might not be able to get much more aggressive than this, not without risking the integrity of the chair, but god, just this much more already has his breath coming faster.] Good, like that, you always feel so good...

Yes, yes-

[ yeah, he doesn't have to move much more than that to make it easy to bounce on his lap, her jaw going a little slack against the kiss until it's not really even a kiss anymore. she's just moaning against his mouth, breath hitching every time he pushes up into her at just the right time, fucks her deep and slow. she keeps this up for a little while, but

really only a little while, then she's bearing down onto him so she can go back to that slow grind, teeth finding his lip as she smiles ]

But I don't think I'm ready to make you come yet, nh-hn. No, no, no.

[The groan he lets out as she grinds almost to a halt on his lap is mixed with a protesting growl, as his hands slide down to grip her hips.] God, cruel—

[Because maybe he isn't as patient as he seems either, but that slow back-and-forth feels almost as good, it's making him feel a little desperate, and he has a sneaking feeling she can almost taste that as he dives back into a kiss, licking into her mouth with another little sound. He wants it, he wants her, he almost doesn't want it to end, but he's assuredly at her mercy, and he likes that.]

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