revmeup | call me out

[ Part of him hates to move, but another part of him knows that better things will be in store if they get up. The way she says his name sends a spark of electricity down his spine. After continuing to kiss her for another moment, he reluctantly pulls her hand away from him.

They get out of the tub and help dry each other off, Malcolm rubbing her wet hair until it's not dripping anymore. Once they're sufficiently dry, he scoops her up in a bridal hold and carries her back to the bedroom.

After placing her on the bed, he joins her, laying on his side and pulling her close again. ]

So was that a yes to the blowjob request? [ He gives her an innocent smile. Harley has to know that he will return the favor twofold. ]

[ Harley lets him take the lead, but can't resist sneaking in kisses and teasing touches whenever she can. He has a fresh hickey at the base of his neck by the time they reach the bed. It's juvenile, but immensely satisfying to leave a mark on him without having to worry about their arrangement being noticed. ]

That's a yes.

[ She kisses him, and pushes him onto his back as she does. ]

To anything you want.

[ Her path down his body is agonizingly slow as she explores and teases and worships in ways she never let herself indulge before. Malcolm is hers now, and she's going to show him what that means. ]

[ The hickey will at least be covered by his dress shirts, so nobody at work can tease him about it. They know he's seeing someone, especially because he had to tell Gil why he had to run off so quickly tonight, but so far he's kept his private life private when it comes to Harley. He expects there will be questions when he gets back to the city.

Not that he's worried about it right now. ]

Anything? Sounds like a dangerous promise to make.

[ Malcolm digs his fingers in Harley's hair as she makes her way over and down his chest. Her lips and tongue feel absolutely delightful on him, even as his cock begs for more attention. She'll find a number of scars on his chest and abdomen, most prominently the place on his side where Watkins stabbed him. The stitches have been removed, but he'll always have the discolored patch of skin as a souvenir. ]

Dangerous for who?

[ Malcolm's fingers in her hair send a jolt straight between her thighs, but she keeps her slow deliberate pace. Harley doesn't kill the mood by asking about his scars, but she does linger over the newest ones with gentle kisses and light touches.

When she finally, finally reaches her goal she meets his eyes as her tongue presses against the head of his cock. She closes her lips around him and eases his length down her throat. ]

Edited 2020-05-07 01:10 (UTC)

You. [ He shrugs. ] But maybe not. [ There's not much off limits for Harley and Malcolm is relatively vanilla by comparison.

Malcolm keeps his hand in her hair, tugging gently and keeping up that tension. He knows she loves it. Scars are welcome to be kissed, and he'd talk about them if she asked, but he's fine with not breaking the mood. She's teased him long enough anyway.

He watches her press her tongue to his cock, a soft moan escaping his lips. Malcolm has waited so patiently, and God it's always worth it with her. He doesn't think he's seen anything hotter than the way she can take his entire cock in her mouth so easily. ]

Fuck, Harley...

[ Harley takes him all the way in and holds him there for as long as she can, and then pulls off with a gasp. ]

That's exactly right. Fuck Harley.

[ She runs the flat of her tongue up the length of him and takes him in her mouth again. She wraps her hand around the base of his cock and strokes him in time with the bobbing of her head. The entire time she keeps her eyes locked on his face, soaking in every microexpression. ]

[ Malcolm watches her, his blue eyes glowing electric with want. It's all he can do to control himself and not fuck her beautiful mouth. His hips still move involuntarily up against her, his fingers twined tightly in her hair.

He moans, unrestrained, as his cock throbs in her mouth. With the way she teased him and made him wait, he doesn't anticipate lasting very long. ]

[ Harley moans her own pleasure when his hips move up, sending vibrations through his cock. He's trying not to fuck her mouth but that's exactly what she wants him to do. All she can do is beg him with her eyes, and hope he trusts her to know her limits. ]

[ He knows what she wants, and is kind of amazed that she wants it. His eyes meet hers. They've been together enough times that they both understand each other's bodies. Malcolm thinks he can let go without hurting her.

He thrusts his hips up slowly, pushing his cock further back into her throat. It feels so goddamn good and he moans even more loudly this time. ]

Fuck...

[ Malcolm's eyes slide closed in ecstasy. ]

[ Harley hums low in her throat as he fucks into her mouth, to let him know she's okay and because she knows it will feel amazing. She takes her hand away from his cock and works his length with her only mouth and throat. Her lips stay tight around him.

With one arm bracing herself on the mattress and her hand free, she reaches between her thighs to take care of her own building need. Taking care of him got her wet enough to easily slip in two fingers, which she curls just so while rocking her palm against her clit. ]

[ The vibrations around his cock leave him practically trembling for her. When he sees her reach down between her legs, he knows he's not going to last much longer. Watching her touch herself is one of the hottest things he's ever seen.

His eyes meet hers as his body tenses. They've done this enough times that Harley knows his tells before he's about to come. The muscles in his legs seize and his head falls back as he lets go. ]

Harley!

[ His moan when he comes is one of feral pleasure, a sound that only Harley has ever heard. No woman has ever made him come as hard as she has. He pushes in as far as he can and tugs at her hair as he releases in her mouth, hips continuing to buck against her face. ]

[ Harley's eyes water as he thrusts into her throat and she blinks them clear so she can watch his face when he orgasms. Malcolm is always achingly handsome but she might love this expression the most, because she's the only one who gets to see it.

Her fingers are working at a frenzied pace inside herself, trying desperately to catch up with him. When he finally lets go and she feels that hot burst hit the back of her throat, it's all she can do to keep swallowing while her own orgasm pushes her over the edge with him.

When he's finished, when they both are, her thighs are still shaking and her breath comes in heaving gasps. Her face is wet with tears and sweat and saliva. She knows she's a mess but she feels too good to care. ]

Worth a seven hour drive?

[ Malcolm lays panting on the bed, a thin sheen of sweat covering his body. He gives her a lazy, satisfied grin and pulls her up onto the bed next to him. Harley's a mess, and of course he briefly wonders if he hurt her, but there's a smile on her face. She loved it as much as he did. ]

You're worth any drive.

[ He kisses her unabashedly, cupping her face and holding her close to him. Malcolm only lets go when they have to breathe again. ]

Did you finish? I wanted to watch you touch yourself.

[ He's normally not so blunt with his desires, but maybe it's the huge dose of dopamine he just got that's making him lose all of his inhibitions. ]

[ Harley laughs breathlessly and runs her slick fingertips across his lips. ]

I can go again.

[ She slides one arm around his shoulders to hold him close. With her other hand she reaches between her legs again and begins with soft teasing strokes over her wet folds. ]

You sure you just want to watch?

[ Malcolm licks at her fingers when she puts them to his lips. Despite just coming, the sight of her with her hand between her legs lights him up in every way possible. ]

For now.

[ He grins at her, then turns his gaze downward so that he can watch her, his eyes already starting to glaze over with lust. ]

[ Harley keeps her touch light and it's still enough to make her arch off the bed, but part of that is from the way he's looking at her. She knows that look well, and everything it promises makes her breath catch.

Her mouth hangs open and she licks her lips when their eyes meet. The hand pressed between his shoulders slides up to the back of his neck to pull him in for a desperate, messy kiss. ]

Ohh fuck. This isn't gonna take long.

[ Malcolm hates to take his eyes off what she's doing, but he kisses her, nibbling at her lower lip. He could let her finish herself off, knowing that he would probably still be able to make her come again, but he doesn't want to overwhelm her. Reaching down, he pulls her hand from between her legs and brings it to his mouth, sucking the juices off of her fingers.

He flips them so that her back is on the bed and he moves between her legs. After kissing a trail down her chest, he puts her legs up over his shoulders, spreading them open so that he can get down between them. ]

Malcolm, Malcolm...

[ Harley's fingers tangle in his hair and she babbles helplessly as he kisses a trail down her body. Begging, praising, pleading for what he's already giving her. Her legs part for him easily and her heels dig into his back. Her hips raise to meet his mouth. ]

[ His name from her lips in that tone goes straight to his cock. Fortunately, he feels like he can wait a bit longer before needing some satisfaction. Satisfying her is almost equally satisfying for him.

He puts his hands on the small of her back and lifts her hips up the rest of the way to his mouth. Malcolm presses his mouth against her and lets out a little moan, a thirsty man finally being given a drink. He doesn't tease; immediately his tongue finds her clit and begins flicking it back and forth. ]

[ Harley cries out, nearly a scream of pleasure, and bucks up against his tongue. Every muscle in her legs is straining. Her hands twist the blankets in a white-knuckled grip. Everything he does is too much and not enough. She doesn't even try to hold back the rush of orgasm. Malcolm always gives her more than she asks for. ]

[ They'll probably end up waking up half of the hotel, but whatever. Malcolm will deal with it if they get told to keep it down. For now, he's going to savor every noise of pleasure that she makes.

He turns his eyes towards hers as she comes, loving the way her body twists in pleasure. It was a quick orgasm, so Malcolm keeps lapping at the wetness in front of him. He hasn't had his fill of her yet, though he knows she's sensitive, so he avoids her clit and focuses on her folds. ]

[ All the tension in Harley's body fades away and she practically melts under him. There's a tremble in her thighs from two strong orgasms back to back, and although Malcolm is trying not to overwhelm her she still whimpers and moans at every pass of his tongue. ]

God. Fuck. You really are a fucking pussy vampire.

[ He doesn't answer for a moment as he finishes tasting her, ending with a gentle kiss to her clit. ]

How can I not be when you react like that?

[ Malcolm loves making her come that way. It leaves both of them a mess in different ways. He licks at his lips as he puts her back down on the bed. She needs a minute and that's fine with him. He's half-hard already, but he can be patient.

Leaning over, he pulls his overnight bag closer and retrieves the box of condoms inside. It had been easier to just bring the whole box than to try to guess how many times they might have sex.

Malcolm lays on his side next to her, kissing her and brushing back her hair. ]

Did I mention how beautiful you are?

[ Harley is still catching her breath when he kisses her and takes it away again. She feels dizzy with happiness, and a little fuck drunk. ]

I don't mind hearing it again.

[ Her smile is a little crooked as she draws invisible patterns over his skin with her fingers. ]

Should we get the restraints set up now, before we wear each other out completely?

[ He hums in his throat. ] Probably. I just don't want to move.

[ Reluctantly, Malcolm gets up and makes his way over to the other bed, where he's left the restraints sitting. They're definitely not the same strength as his back home, but he hopes that they'll at least keep him safe enough. He's going to hope for such total exhaustion that his night terrors won't be so bad.

After connecting the leads to the headboard, Malcolm gets his cuffs out of the suitcase and fits them onto the ends. ] This should work. [ He should be able to thumb the quick release, just like he does at home. ]

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