harrisonwells | EUDIO: IC INBOX

Definitely good chills. [ she nods, slow, huffing a quiet breath when she feels goosebumps rise up on her skin from the path his fingers take. she just feels good right now, in every way, it's hard to focus through that. but damnit! she's going to try.

she curls her back inwards a little bit just so there's space for her to reach down with both hands, working open his fly, but she kind of stops there for a second because he's tilting his head and there's no use in resisting the urge to press a few little biting kisses along his neck, hands moving to his sides for a second, just to hold on. she's not really trying to tease him or anything, her intentions aren't so well thought out, but apparently that "wow everything feels good right now" train of thought leads to more kissing instead of hurrying along to get to returning the favor the way she wants to. ]

Not surprised, just flattered. I like knowing how much you like having me right here on your lap, wanting you. [ she edges her teeth along the shell of his ear, voice quiet ] I really like being your bad idea.

[And just how long does she think she's going to be able to lean into him like that, one line of warm skin, and expect him to keep his hands off her? The hand on her shoulder glides down his back and he wraps his arm around her waist, pulling her tighter against him with an approving little hum. His eyes are closed now, savoring the little touches, and ordinarily he wouldn't mind keeping her like this for some time—an evening of slow, lazy kisses and roving hands might do him good—but she has already told him what she wants next. And she'd come for him so well.

He turns his head to catch her mouth, a little touch of teeth in her bottom lip, and then he's growling, fingers digging into the small of her back just above the curve of her ass.] Then you should show me just how much you like it.

[ that growl makes her grin, even with her lip between his teeth, and she wriggles in his lap because maybe she hadn't meant to stall, but it's clear to her now he's waiting on her, eager for it, and that's pretty hot. ]

Mmn, 'kay.

[ t o t a l l y cool and casual on her end, sure, absolutely. like just his tone of voice doesn't have her blushing a little bit, even as she scoots back off of his lap until she can kneel on the floor in front of him, between his knees. she reaches over for a throw pillow first, tucks it under her knees, and ah. there. better. she makes quick work of pulling open his pants, leaves it to him if he actually wants to push them down his hips or anything. she doesn't need his pants off. she grins up at him before ducking down to tongue at him through his boxers~~briefs i don't know what man undies he has on~~, not backing off until there's a wet spot there from her tongue. eventually she pulls his dick free from under the fabric though, again only tugging things down just enough so she can get to him, yeah. no patience, not anymore.

her hand disappears between her legs before coming back up and wrapping around his length, starting over his head and pumping down to spread her slick over him, just enough to make the slide of her palm a little smoother. she watches him as she leans in to lick him, slow and hot, just like those kisses along his neck a second ago.

because yeah, yes, she's going to take her time with this, absolutely. ]

[It would probably be both more comfortable and more practical to move his pants down his hips and out of the way, but he doesn't. It's been an interesting experience thus far, staying fully clothed with Gwen bare and gloriously unselfconscious on his lap, and he's going to continue this little experiment. If she can manage—

And she can, as she runs her tongue over the fabric, teasing without even touching, he suspects she'll manage him without much effort at all on her part. He can't stop the little huff from escaping, almost a laugh, not quite a groan, and the close-lipped hum comes when her hand slides down him to the root.

It's been a long time since he's had someone kneeling between his legs like this, and he hadn't been nearly as slight as Gwen. It's different, but he likes different. He's almost too aware of her eyes on him as that tongue begins dragging all the way up, around the head and back down. She's going to set whatever pace she wants, but it might be a toss-up this time as to which of them is overtaken by impatience first.]

[ Gwen's not incredibly arrogant when it comes to this - she knows what she's doing, okay, but she's not about to go brag about it somewhere - but it's hard to feel anything but confident when he's watching her watch him, feels the heat of him against her tongue. she licks at him like he's something to be savored, and maybe it's kinda true, maybe she's eating all of this up right now. it keeps coming back to how new this is for her, on more than one level, her desire to see how far he's willing to go with her, how far she's willing to go. and no, she's not going all 50 Shades of Gwen here, but it's fun, playing at that.

somewhere in the back of her mind, she knows she can't be the first younger girl or guy to throw themselves at him. but she does wonder if he's seen any of them more than once, like this.

she's also wondering if any of them spent a solid minute teasing with just her lips and tongue lightly brushing the flushed head of his cock as her hand strokes over him. ]

Tell me we can spend the night together. [ ehh she knows it's cheating, saying/asking something like that when her lips are up against his cock. but. well. as she's already told him, she's comfortable with cheating. ] I wanna wake up nice and sore tomorrow. Think you can do that for me?

[Oh, but she is turning the tables on what this was becoming, and he's certain she knows it. It's in Harrison's nature to think ahead to different outcomes, and he'd been wondering what she had planned after she was finished with him. This answers his unspoken question.

He doesn't speak at first, just letting out a speculative 'hmm' as if he needs to think about it, consider the pros and cons, analyze and determine the best course of action. In fact, there are a few points to consider, taking into account her metahuman stamina, and he isn't certain she'll wake up sore after a night with him, but that isn't the point.

The point is yes, god yes. Spend the night. Take him apart in pursuit of waking up sore in the morning.] Oh, I think so. There wasn't much [he has to take a quick breath, thanks to a deft twist of her hand] I had planned for tomorrow.

[ Gwen smiles, lets her lashes touch her cheeks because yes, good, that's what she was hoping he'd say. the hitch in his voice doesn't go unnoticed, and while she doesn't immediately just keep doing that simply because he liked it, she definitely adds it to the mix of movement, tries for faster, a tighter grip. she takes him deep in her mouth again, moves slow to back off, just so her palm stays spit-slick against him as it moves.

and some part of her knows that yeah, it takes a lot to get her feeling sore. her body heals so fast, keeps her going for so long. but there's different kinds of sore, is what she's thinking, and she knows well enough now that Harrison isn't one to back down from a challenge like that.

she should say something, maybe, normally she would. she's got a string of profanities at the ready for stuff like this, when her hand is moving hard and her mouth's just there to tease. but instead of talking she just opens wide, taps him against her tongue once, twice, before she bobs her head down. and she cannot deep throat, she's not even going to pretend she can do that, but she'll whine and swallow thickly around his cock like she wants to, absolutely. ]

[Eventually he'll be delighted to hear just how filthy her mouth can get when it isn't working over him, but the silence only makes room for the way she mewls around his cock, and right now that's even better. He reaches for her automatically, skimming his fingers along the side of her head, tucking her hair behind her ear.

It's a strangely soft gesture, but he completes it by letting his fingers drag over the back of her neck, back and forth with a simmering smile. She knows what she's doing.]

[ ugh, she'll have to figure out why fingers on the back of her neck make her melt like butter later on, for sure. because he touches her there and she tips her head back into his hand, which gives her a chance to lift her eyes to meet his even as her mouth keeps moving over him. and normally that's kind of filthy, she does it to people when she wants to see them blush dark, but she knows she won't get that from Harrison, and that's- yeah. still filthy, just in a different way.

and she could ask him to pull her hair, grip tight, guide her, take what he wants, but she's not actually looking for that right now.

it's more fun to just watch how he reacts to her, hand keeping a quick, steady pace even as she licks at him with the flat of her tongue like she's got all the time in the world, lips closing around him just so it's not.. completely depraved when she needs to use her spit to slick her palm a little more again. eh, whatever. she's not going for classy here, she just wants to make him come. ]

[Any pretense that he isn't enjoyed immensely what she's doing to him is long since gone. He's watching her with an open hunger, eyes dark and sharp, and he's already thinking ahead to what he'll do to her later. If she's going to insist on being sore, he's going to do the best he can to accommodate that.

But for now, god her mouth feels good. She's working him like she's done it dozens of times before, her hand just the right speed, the right tension, just enough drag to push him a little more each time. His lips have parted on a few quick breaths, and a low groan when her mouth slides over him again.] —God, Gwen, keep going, just like that, you look so good like this...

[ just like that, aha, magic words. although hearing him call her Gwen instead of Ms. Stacy is pretty great too. let's be real, anything coming out of his mouth right now between groans and breaths is going to sound awesome. so she does as he says, keeps going just like that, even if it's honestly taking an effort on her part not to just use her hand so she can talk to him, see what she can get him to say when he's this close to coming. but! they have time for that. so she shuts her eyes again and focuses on what she's doing, on letting him feel her own little moans around him, begging him for it without pulling away to actually tell him how into this she is.

it's a little much, she knows. she can be slutty, play the part, but it's definitely not an all night thing. just this right now, proving why she's totally worth being his bad idea, why he can't give this up. yeah, she'll act a little slutty if it proves a point ]

[By now he doesn't want to keep his hips still, it's an active effort to keep from bucking into her hand, and his hand on the back of her neck does slip into her hair and tighten. Which has more to do with not wanting to accidentally grip her neck too hard than reading her mind about pulling her hair again. Because his head is tipping back now with her strokes and the swipes of her tongue.

Those little sounds she's making, muffled around his cock, he likes those, but he can't help but remember the way she whispered to him when she was riding his hand, and when he looks back down at her his fingers skim down her cheekbone before slipping back into her hair.] God, that's good, but not...not so fast, make it last— [and the rest is lost in another groan, he's close but he's not ready to be finished with this yet.]

[ her eyes blink open when he talks to her again, because she wasn't expecting it, not really. usually things get rushed along from here, if a guy tells you you've found the right spot, the right pace, he's ready to rumble. but Harrison tells her to slow down and she does, not unwillingly, but slow, not pulling off of him with a gasp, but relaxing her hand and her mouth around him so when she does move to look up at him properly again, it's all very relaxed. her lips are shiny and red when she grins at him, hand still moving slow, but otherwise she's trying her best to make it last, like he said. she turns her face so she can kiss the inside of his wrist, like she can't stop herself, needs to keep giving him more ]

Are you trying to tease me, Dr. Wells? Because you know how bad I wanna make you come? [ her voice is rough with her arousal, and normally she'd maybe try to clear her throat, laugh it off, but why do that when she wants him to know just how turned on she is? ] Or maybe you just really like seeing me on my knees like this for you, wanna keep me here longer. Dirty. [ she sits up a little so she can purse her lips against him, fist gripping him hard around the base so she can rub her lips back and forth just under the head, moaning like it's for her own pleasure instead of his ] What if I made you come right now, nice and hard, even after you asked me to slow it down - would you spank me for it? For being so greedy?

Oh yes. [It comes out breathy and low, the hand that isn't skimming her cheek tightening on the couch cushion beside him as if he needs to ground himself before she takes him over the edge entirely.] I would, Ms. Stacy, you're being so good to me but that's what happens to greedy girls...

[This is so much more than he'd expected, and he wants to draw it out and he wants her to finish him off, everything at once. He takes a breath, slow and a little ragged, and:] Are you going to be bad, Ms. Stacy, and make me come right now?

Maybe.

[ her voice is too quiet to sound coy, and it's because she's really having a tough time trying to decide what to do here, too, in a way. drawing it out can be fun, for sure. that's part of the fun of oral sex - having that control while the other person loses their fucking mind. she's right there, she gets that, she wants to take full advantage of that. buuuut there's also the part of her that really is feeling greedy, wants to watch him fall apart. so her hand starts to move again, even as she keeps carefully watching him, like she's trying to sees what she can get away with. her palm is still slick as it slides over him, but she ducks down to lick a broad path along his cock anyway, like that gives her a good excuse to jerk him off a little faster ]

Okay yes, mhm, sorry, can't wait. [ she opens her mouth wide with a breathy laugh, tongue still rubbing against him a little bit, like she's just waiting for it. again, filthy, but whatever. they're there. that's where they're at right now ] Give it to me. Please, please, please-

[It's the begging that gets to him, beyond the hot breath against his cock, her clever tongue, the way her hand work him just the way he needs it, it's the please, please, please that has his breath catching hard as the heat gathering at the base of his spine finally fires.]

Gwen, I— [is all he manages before his words disappear into a groan as he comes, head falling back against the couch as he pants through it, hips twitching up into her hand, and then he's a boneless collapsed mess sprawled along the couch. He manages to think that he should have stripped off after all, now he's sweaty and too warm, but that only drifts through his sated mind briefly and disappears.]

[ it's okay, Gwen thinks to scoot the hem of his shirt up a bit once she feels him start to come, because even though she's closing her lips over him to make sure there's, ah, no mess, she just wants to play it safe. again, she likes his shirt. and she works him through it, because it's not entirely an act, the whole "greedy" thing. there really is some part of her that loves this, making people feel good, whatever it is. sex. she likes sex. anyway. ]

-- awesome.

[ YEP. AWESOME.

she sits back on her haunches once she feels him relax, wiping her grin with the back of her hand just to make sure she doesn't look completely filthy. when she finally looks away from him, it's to reach over and grab that glass off the table, taking a quick sip before she's holding it up for him to take too. like she didn't just ask about being spanked, like she doesn't think he'll actually want to follow through. nope. totally casual, just ignore the way her smile is looking more like a smirk now, yep ]

Drink?

[The faux casual gesture is enough to make him start laughing, quiet, breathy laughs as he takes the glass and reaches for her with the other hand, urging her up onto the couch. He does take a sip, the first one since he'd poured the drink, it feels like hours ago now, but then once she's close enough he's absolutely going to kiss her.

He'll need some time to recover from that, but somehow he doesn't think she'll mind a few lazy minutes curled against him on the couch.]

I hope you're sticking around.

[ mhm, yep, she's cool with a few lazy minutes here. she moves up on the couch, but she sits very similarly to how she was seated on the floor, on her knees, just so it's easy to lean in for kisses without getting too comfortable, because she doesn't actually want to stay on the couch for much longer. ]

Well, yeah. You said I could have you for the night, remember? I'm not about to pass that up.

[ she leans in for one more kiss before peeling herself up off the couch, tilting her head in thought before she just turns around to head --somewhere ]

You take your time and regroup, but in the meantime, I'm going to go find your bedroom and get comfy.

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