revmeup | call me out

"Let's get you tucked in, loverboy."

Harley stands and takes his hands to pull him up with her. Once he's standing, she undresses him with care.

Malcolm moves with her and stands while she starts to take his clothes off.

"What are you doing?" he asks, a smile on his face.

He's not used to being taken care of. Malcolm's always the one doing the protecting, so it's strange to him that someone might actually want to see that his needs are met for once.

Harley arches a brow at him as she pulls off his belt.

"Oh, my bad. Did you want to sleep in your suit with your dick hanging out?"

She takes a step back and makes a show of raking her eyes over him.

"It's not your best look, but you can make anything work."

He puts his arms out and smiles. "I've been told I could model if I was taller."

Malcolm grows more serious as she pulls out his belt and then starts loosening his tie. "You're trying to take care of me," he says. "Thank you."

Sometimes she might think she can't be capable of sweet things like this, but he's always known that she's wrong. There's a kind heart in her, even if it's only reserved for him.

"You could definitely be a model," Harley agrees while leaning in to give him a quick peck. "I'm thinkin' nudes."

Although Harley is careful while taking the clothes off him, she lets them drop to the floor after taking off each piece. She only gets distracted running her hands over his skin a couple of times in the process.

"Who's trying? I am taking care of you. It's about time you let someone do it."

He snorts. "I'm pretty sure you'd be the only market for that." Seriously, who else would want to look at him naked.

Her hands feel good on his skin and for once, he's content to let her take care of him. "Yeah well... I don't like losing control."

Isn't that a lot of what it boils down to? Letting someone take care of him means that he's off his guard and that means they can hurt him. Malcolm trusts Harley enough not to hurt him.

"You're gonna have to get used to it now, cuz I'm not gonna stop taking care of you."

Harley takes his hand and leads him over to the bed. She pulls the covers back for him.

"Where do you keep your pajamas?"

He goes along with her willingly. "Second drawer," he tells her.

While she's looking for pajamas, he pulls up his restraints and puts them on the bed. "Is this because I told you I loved you?" Malcolm asks. "Has it activated the part of your brain that makes you want to be a caregiver?"

Maybe it just gave her an endorphin high. He's not mad about it at all, just curious that she's so intent on taking care of him.

Harley pulls his sleep clothes from the drawer and tosses them to him. She digs out a soft shirt for herself and pulls it on. Even with her makeup a total mess, the boyfriend's shirt is still a cute look for her.

"I'm doing it because you're in a mood to let me," she answers as she walks past him to wash her face and brush her teeth. She stops long enough to kiss him as she goes.

Harley has a natural inclination to take care of her partners, often at the expense of herself. It's the rest of the population she has trouble caring about.

It's a very cute look for her, and he eyes her appreciatively as she walks to the bathroom, the curve of her butt sticking out from the bottom of his shirt. Malcolm pulls on his pajamas, then joins her in the bathroom so that he can prep for bed as well.

"It's kind of nice," he tells her, "and you're doing it in a way that doesn't make me feel smothered, like my mother is prone to do."

Jessica is just Extra, even though he knows she cares.

"I like doing it," Harley replies when he joins her. She smiles at him in the mirror and bumps him with her hip as she starts to brush her teeth.

Honestly, it's a wonder it took them so long to make things official. She started keeping a toothbrush at his place ages before they put a name to their thing.

She finishes up and leans against the counter to watch him. "Besides, Sunshine can only do so much."

He nods as he brushes his teeth. Sunshine is a great emotional support for him, but it's not the same as a person who loves him. That romantic love that Harley gives him is hard to replace.

After finishing, he wraps an arm around Harley's waist and pulls her close. "You look really good in that," Malcolm tells her. She looks good in anything and nothing.

"Oh yeah?"

Harley smiles as he holds her close and tilts her face towards his for a kiss. One hand slides down his back, her fingers dipping under the waistband of his pajama pants.

"How good?"

He gives her that kiss, then moves his lips to her ear. "Good enough to eat," he whispers. The two of them really can't get enough of each other, can they? Not that he's complaining. Sex with her is absolutely incredible.

One of his hands drifts down her back and grips her ass.

Harley bites gently at his lip as he pulls away from the kiss, and a little shiver runs down her back when he whispers in her ear.

"What happened to being tired?"

She tips her head back to encourage him to move his lips over her throat. Her stance shifts to part her legs a little.

"I am tired, but some activity might help me fall asleep faster." He shrugs. "We don't have to."

They don't, but his hand is sliding back around to the front and creeping down between her legs. His fingers softly touch her wet folds.

Harley grins. "We don't have to," she agrees, "but we're gonna."

Harley kisses him fiercely and braces herself against the counter. One of her legs slides up to his hip and wraps around him. She sighs into his mouth as his fingers tease between her thighs.

"I want you all the time."

Edited 2020-06-04 02:22 (UTC)

He hums into the kiss as she opens her legs and he can touch her more fully. She's already so wet and his fingers slip over her clit and back to her opening.

"Here or on the bed?" he asks against her mouth. Malcolm honestly doesn't care.

Harley presses her face against his shoulder and moans. Her grip tightens on the edge of the counter.

"Do you remember-- " She gasps and her hips chase his fingers. "When you asked if you should make love to me?"

She hadn't wanted it then, not when she didn't know how he meant it, but it's different now.

Malcolm's hand pauses between her legs and he stops kissing her neck to look up at her.

"Yes," he says, a warm feeling flowing through him. "I can make love to you."

He would have done it then, even without saying it, but he agrees that it's different now. All of his cards are on the table. Both of them know that they love each other.

Malcolm slips his hand in hers and tugs her out into the bedroom.

Harley giggles and lets him pull her into the bedroom. The second he stops, she catches his face in her hands and kisses him while shuffling back until the bed hits her legs.

"Tell me you love me." She wants to hear it over and over.

Malcolm catches her before she can fall, wrapping his arms around her and pulling her against him as they kiss hungrily.

"I love you," he tells her easily when they separate. "I told you, you're mine now."

He pulls the hem of the shirt she's wearing up and off because he wants her naked for this. His own shirt follows quickly behind it.

Her hands are on him as soon as his shirt is off. He just looks too good not to touch.

"Yours," she echoes, still sounding a little in awe of the idea. "I love you, Malcolm."

"I love you too, Harley." He wants her to hear him say her name in that sentence, to know without a doubt that she's the one that he loves.

Malcolm's pants quickly join the rest of their clothes on the floor and he kisses her before leading her to the bed. They lay side by side in the dim light, Malcolm just looking at her laid out before him and pushing her blonde hair back from her face.

"You're so beautiful," he tells her.

"Uh huh." Harley turns her face to nip at his hand. She reaches for him and pulls him close, her legs wrapping around his hips. "Less talking."

Harley has never been a patient lover.

Edited 2020-06-05 01:25 (UTC)

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