revmeup | call me out

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.

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"Not even dirty talking?" he asks teasingly. That doesn't really fit with what they're about to do. Words of love and affirmation, yes; sexy vulgarities, no.

He cups her face in his hands and kisses her sweetly for a few moments, deepening the kiss as his hands start to explore her body. One moves down and cups her butt before slipping back around front and between her legs again. He slides his fingers through her folds more purposefully this time, finding her clit and circling it with his thumb.

Harley winds her arms around his shoulders as he kisses her, their tongues sliding together. She sighs into his mouth and it ends with a hint of whining that he's taking his time. Harley always wants more, now.

God, she's going to fall apart under his hands.

"Malcolm..."

He takes one of her hands and moves it down to his cock, silently asking her to touch him and help get him ready. He's not as hard yet as she is wet. Meanwhile, he sucks on the fingers of his that were between her legs, then returns them. After a few strokes, he slides one of his fingers inside of her, probing gently while his thumb plays with her clit.

"Love you," he murmurs against her lips.

Her fingers curl gently around his cock and she moves her hand in slow, even strokes. She drags her teeth over his lower lip as she adds a twist to the motion of her wrist.

Harley is already beyond the point of speech, only making soft needy sounds with every stroke of his fingers.

He moans softly as she's easily able to get him hard. As much as he hates the idea of removing his hand from her and pulling away, he has to in order to get a condom. The idea of him having children is a much more despised prospect.

Malcolm retrieves a condom from the drawer and quickly opens and rolls it up his cock. He hitches her leg further up on top of his, opening her even more widely. Positioning the tip, Malcolm pushes slowly into her, gazing into her eyes as he feels her warmth surround him.

Harley bucks once underneath him. Why does he have to move so goddamn slow? She would be mad if it wasn't so amazing to really feel every inch of him filling her up.

She can't look away from his gaze, the way his eyes almost glow when he's this aroused. The way he looks at her like she's something precious and rare. Fuck, he gets her all up in her feelings even when he isn't doing his profiler sympathy bit.

"I love you," she says, soft enough he wouldn't be able to hear it if they weren't so close.

That's part of the lovemaking, Harley: slow and deep. To him, she's perfect. He knows how imperfect both of them really are, but when they're like this, she's perfect in his eyes.

Malcolm kisses her deeply before he starts thrusting into her. He holds on to her ass for traction as sets the pace. Eventually he'll pick up speed, but for now they're going to enjoy the feeling of each other's bodies.

"My Harley," he murmurs.

Harley has made love like this before, but it's been so long that it feels new again. It isn't bad this way, not chasing their release as hard as they can. Their bodies pressed together, hearts pounding in time.

"Yes. Yes..."

She likes looking into his eyes and seeing him consumed with her. He loves her, they're together, and everything is finally going to be alright. She'll never let him go. Her fingers dig into his back.

Their legs tangle together as they move as one. Malcolm starts to kiss at her neck, sucking gently at the skin. Going slowly like this means that he can go for a while, and that's exactly what he wants. Harley feels so hot and tight around him, but the pace isn't making him frantic yet.

Malcolm moans low in his throat before digging a hand in her hair and tugging softly on it.

Harley crosses her ankles behind his back and squeezes him with her thighs. She wants him close. She wants every part of her touching his skin.

She moans with desperate need when his fingers tighten in her hair. She immediately tightens on his cock in response.

His moan is louder when she squeezes around him, a cry of want. He's not going to tug her hair hard during this, but he knows she likes that pressure, so he keeps it up.

"Can you come like this?" he asks breathlessly against her warm skin. "Or do you need me to touch you?"

"Touch me," she immediately breathes against his ear. "Touch me, please, don't ever stop."

She arches under him and runs her hands down his back to squeeze his ass with both hands, trying to touch as much of him as she can.

With him practically on top of her, it's going to be difficult for him to touch her. He could pull out of her and flip her around and enter her from behind, but he can't bear the idea of pulling out of her. Instead, he moves onto his back and brings her with him until she's straddling him.

"Ride me," he says, keeping the pace of his own hips slow. One hand rests on her ass while the other moves between her legs. His thumb circles her clit.

Harley arches back and braces her hands behind her on his thighs. She rolls her hips slowly and it takes a lot of effort to keep that deliberate pace. She can feel him even more deeply this way and knows he's going just as crazy as she is.

The expression on his face is intoxicating and she doesn't want to miss a second, but her eyes flutter closed as his thumb brushes her clit.

"Oh."

It's slow and deep but somehow still satisfying. They're building each other up to what he anticipates will be incredible orgasms for both of them. Harley's not a very patient person in general, but maybe he can show her that good things do come to those who wait.

This is perfect. Malcolm's always preferred this position compared to him being on top. While his one hand keeps moving between her legs, the other gently teases up the skin of her torso.

"You look so beautiful," he whispers.

Harley doesn't want this to end, but her climax is just around the corner with his fingers working at the apex of her thighs. She wants to at least last until he explores more of her skin with soft touches, but his compliment sets off butterflies in her stomach and she starts to ride him faster. That's what really does her in. Hearing his praise and knowing he means it with his whole heart. She'll never have enough of that.

He's going to praise her every day of his life because she deserves it. Malcolm hates that she hasn't heard it enough in her life. That's why he wants everything between them to be different than it was before for her.

"That's it," he says, being able to tell that she's getting closer. "Come for me." He knows that he'll fall over the edge with her. The hand on her torso reaches up to cup one of her breasts as he braces for her orgasm.

Harley's orgasm doesn't hit her hard and fast. It builds and builds until she feels too full of love for him to hold it in and then explodes through her body. Her jaw drops and eyes close, and she makes the smallest noises of pleasure instead of crying out like usual.

He watches as it blooms on her face, the most beautiful thing he's ever seen. Even if her orgasm isn't loud, Malcolm can tell that it's powerful. The way she trembles on top of him and squeezes him sets off his own.

Malcolm moans for her, his eyes shut and his back arching up off of the bed as he spills into her again and again. It feels like she's emptying him with each spasm of her walls around his cock.

It isn't the most intense orgasm she's ever had but it lasts. She's still riding it out after he's spent, and she collapses against his chest when it's over, utterly exhausted and blissed out.

"Kiss me?" she whispers.

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