revmeup | call me out

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.

He does so, gladly. Malcolm cups her face in his hands and kisses her for as long as he can before losing his breath. He wraps his arms around her, holding her close to him.

"I love you."

Malcolm can't believe that he's going to get to try falling asleep with her in his arms tonight.

Harley sighs happily into the kiss, and kisses along his neck when they part for breath. She stays on top of him, too boneless and satisfied to move.

"Can we stay just like this for a while, before I have to strap you in for the night?"

Malcolm nods against her and strokes his fingers through her hair. He loves just having her close to him. A person would probably never guess that she's as cuddly as she is.

"Ever had sex like that before?" he asks. "Slow and sensual?"

"Not for a long time," she says.

Her fingers trail over his sides, tracing invisible patterns. She loves moments like this, when they're both spent and she feels settled in her skin.

"And I never came during it before."

He scoffs and shakes his head. "That's the best part," he tells her, "watching you come."

Malcolm knows that it's not from any lack of trying on her part. Her partners didn't see to it that she finished. It's really not that much to do for such an incredible result.

"I can't wait to keep making you come every single day."

"I like that part too."

She kisses him sweetly and then tucks her head against his shoulder. Her eyelashes flutter against his skin.

"That's quite the commitment, Malcolm."

He shrugs as he draws idly on her arm with his fingers. "I don't think so. I love you and I want to spend every day with you."

Malcolm wonders if they ought to just officially move in together already. There are a few things that need to be sorted out though, like what they'll do with Bruce. Maybe they need to see how tonight goes first and see if they can even sleep in the same bed together.

As often happens, talking about the future makes Harley a little uneasy. She hasn't had enough stability in her life to rely on others being there even the next day. She kisses him so he can't talk about it anymore.

"Let's worry about spending the night first. You ready for this?"

As far as Malcolm's concerned, he's not going anywhere. They would have to drag him away from her.

"Yeah." He reaches for the cuffs and locks himself into them. "Really romantic, I know."

Part of him can't believe they're trying this, but part of him actually has a good feeling about it. He'll probably still have a nightmare, probably still wake up, but maybe he won't try to hurt her. Or if he does, she'll be able to stop him. Malcolm just hates that she has to at all.

Harley kisses him sweetly, cupping his face, her lashes tickling his cheek.

"Good night, lover."

She smiles because she gets to stay after she says it. She tucks in against his side and settles her head against the crook of his shoulder. One arm slides over his stomach.

"Is this comfortable for you?"

"Good night, Harley."

He smiles back at her, fond of her usual bedtime words and happy about the fact that she's not heading off to the upstairs bedroom tonight.

"Yeah." Malcolm wraps an arm around her from underneath, being careful not to tangle the leads of his restraints. That might be another issue that they run into. "It might take some time to find a good position for us. I've never slept with anyone before."

"You know I don't mind changing positions," she mumbles, starting to feel tired. The exhaustion of spending all day mad and then two rounds of amazing sex is catching up with her. "Now shush. Sleep time."

He kisses the top of her head again, stroking her hair. Soon enough, he can feel her breathing even out and he can tell that she's asleep. Malcolm wishes it was that easy for him. He's even more nervous tonight about falling asleep, and it takes him a while to get truly comfortable and drift off.

A few hours later, he stirs. Nothing violent yet, just movement underneath Harley and a low moan from his throat.

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