harrisonwells | EUDIO: IC INBOX

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.]

Oh, I know, I'm just the wor-

[ worst, that's the word he swallows up. and once he's kissing her, that's all she's focused on. the rock of her hips slows down to only the little reactions her body has to the way they're kissing, rocking forward when she's pressing in for more, pressing back when she pulls him down closer to her instead. when one of her hands sneaks down between them it's so she can rub over her clit, still so sensitive from the way he mouthed at her not too long ago, so her body reacts accordingly, which was the whole point. every pass of her fingers makes her tighten all around him, hips stuttering forward sometimes too, chasing the feeling.

meanwhile no, she still isn't properly fucking herself on him. maybe she wants to see how long she can draw this out before he doesn't let her anymore, because she can already tell she's pushing at that limit, or maybe- ]

I could come again like this. [ maybe she'll push at that limit even harder. her eyes are shut as she leans down, close enough to keep kissing him, but she's only half paying attention to that. her fingers have all her attention right now. well, her fingers, and the grip he has on her hips, yeah. and the look in his eyes, that's also got her attention ] Maybe I'll just use you to get myself off. Since I'm so cruel. Gonna make myself come all over your cock and then leave. [ she doesn't sound all the hardcore right now, more playful than anything else, what with the smiling and the moaning. but oh well. ]

[God, it's good, so good, they so rarely manage a buildup like this, slow and hot, dragging it out. One or the other of them always gets impatient, and it's usually her, and Harrison is a little impressed through his distracted haze. She wouldn't have been anything like this patient when they'd first met.]

Are you that bad of a bad girl, Ms. Stacy? That much of a little slut, riding me just to get what you want? [It's growled, low and heated, as his fingers dig into her hips and he snaps his up, driving deep once before going back to the slow, agonizing rocking.] You know I'll make you pay for it later, don't you? You're already in so...much...trouble.

[And punctuates the threat with another kiss, teeth scraping along her lower lip with a moan.]

[ uuum, yep, yeah, that is definitely one of those things that shouldn't turn her on so much, but it does. he pushes up into her and the small gasp from what he says turns into a whine through clenched teeth because she's still trying to get past the little wave of not-actually-shame that makes her cheeks blush dark. she wants to tell him how hot that was, pull him in for happy little kisses, but she's not ready to break the heat of the moment just yet. both of her hands end up moving up to grip the back of the chair behind him now, despite the threat she made only ohh two seconds ago. whatever.

she's smiling between kisses, back arching again, giving up on her slow pressed grind in favor of feeling him move with her again. her hand is still moving between her legs while the other moves from the chair to his shoulder after a little while, once she's sure they're balanced, fingers drawing in then up into his hair, rucking it up. meanwhile it's all just handsy stalling, basically, until he says she's in trouble and it manages to wind her up even more ]

I know you will, but it's - nnh - totally worth it. You feel so fucking good, Dr. Wells. I know you love it. [ that's the closest she'll get to breaking 'character' right now, sure. acknowledging that she's not.. actually just using him, because she's doing it for him too. the easy curve of her back is starting to get a little harder to maintain, now that she's getting close. her brow crinkles the same way it always does when she's close to coming, toes curling up ] Aha, shit- [ her hand moves to the chair again because she doesn't trust herself not to pull his hair too hard once she starts to come, body bearing down on him as she trembles through it again. she's louder this time, mostly because she does come a little harder when she's got something to clench around, and it hits her harder than she expected it to. she'll blame it on Harrison's dirty mouth ]

[No matter how close he is, he always pushes it back to watch while she falls apart, and while he loves licking her through any number of orgasms, being able to see her face and feel her shuddering around him, it's better. God, it's better, and he isn't there yet, but he still bucks his hips up as she grinds down and moans and her legs shake. Gorgeous, and he knows it shows on his face.]

Yes, yeah, don't stop, you feel incredible, Gwen—

[And it doesn't take him much longer, with the way she's moving on him like a very naughty lapdance, before his hands tighten on her hips and he arches his back, groaning his way through the spike of heat that spreads through him. His hands slide to the small of her back and up and he pulls her hard against him, his mouth finding her neck as he groans and finally relaxes.]

...you're either very good or very bad for me, Ms. Stacy, and I'm not sure I care which one it is.

[ she wasn't actually sure if her orgasm would be enough to trigger his, but she is way, way too pleased with herself when she realizes it does. he pulls her closer and she's so easily led, thighs curling up as much as she can manage with the way she's positioned on the chair, chin resting on his shoulder. she isn't really the type to get lazy and exhausted immediately after sex, but right now she feels a little bit like that, with the way her body rests against his and she just stays that way for a while. the only movement she offers is the light scratch of her nails along his scalp again, now that she's not death-gripping the chair, and the little kisses she presses to his temple ]

I think there's a nice symmetry to having a bad girl around that's very good for you, so I'm gonna go with "very good". [ yes mhm logic and symmetry that's a good reasoning behind something like this. not to mention the fact that he already mentioned he didn't care either way. but that's fine. she's just speaking her mind. her momentarily gooey mind. and hey, the "moment" is over, sort of, but her brain is still stuck in the gutter so oops ] And I think you very much like having somebody push your buttons and gladly accept the punishment for it after.

[Given how quickly he tends to roll out of bed in the mornings after he wakes up, Harrison is often more than happy to wrap himself up in a partner and just drift for a while. They can't exactly stay like this for long, but they have a few minutes before the position is going to force them to move. He's more than happy to stay put under the little touches she's giving him, everything is more sensitive after this.

And Gwen's murmur makes him smile and skim his fingers back down her back to settle just above her ass.] I think you might be right. Mm, forgive me if I'll need a little time to come up with the punishment for this one.

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