Gale has nimble fingers, and somehow, he does manage to get the ring on the
appropriate finger without ever breaking contact. It's a magic trick all on
its own.
That done, he wraps both arms around her, pulling her against him and
devoting all his attention to her ambitions to kiss him senseless.
Harley moves her hands to his hip and guides him while they kiss until he hits the bench, and she can maneuver him into sitting and perch on his lap. Once she has to pause to breathe, she finally gets to look at the ring. She holds out her hand to admire the way it glints off her finger and sighs dreamily.
"Yes," she says again. Just in case he didn't hear her the other four times.
His hands land on her hips, holding her close while he watches her
reaction. "Do you like it? I wasn't sure... We can get a different one, if
you prefer." That's the part he was a little nervous about, never doubting
that she would say yes, but worried he might have picked an ugly ring
without knowing.
"It's perfect." She kisses his cheek. "You're perfect." A kiss to the side of his neck. "This is almost perfect."
She moves his hands away her hips and slips off his lap to sink to her knees between his legs. She bats her eyes up at him and runs her tongue over her lip.
He purses his lips on a smile. "It's incredibly difficult to say no to you, but I suppose you knew that." It's dangerous. It's a bad idea. It isn't worth the risk. He reaches out to cradle her face in his palms. "You have to stop immediately if I say so," he says, "And I should think I deserve the opportunity for reciprocation after?"
"Yes," she promises. "Anything you say." Her skin feels like shimmering starlight where he touches and she kisses his fingers. Mouths the pulse at his wrist. Her slim fingers untuck his shirt and slide under the fabric to caress his sides.
"Thank you," she whispers against his knee. She looks up at him with hungry eyes as she leans in to unlace his trousers with her teeth. Her fingers curl in the waistline of his trouser and she rolls them down, urging him to lift his hips off the bench so she can strip him. She lets him keep his underclothes for now.
Her teeth press to the side of his knee and trail hot open kisses up the inside of his thigh then back down the other thigh. She avoids touching his cock through the last layer of fabric between them. She's going to draw this out as long as she can.
"I'm not sure you're the one who should be thanking m—oh." His eyes
to wide when she undoes his pants with her teeth. He's quick to shimmy out
of his pants with her assistance, confused at first why his underwear get
left behind. It becomes clear once she stays kissing his thighs (and only
his thighs). His legs shift further open, encouraging. For a moment, he
holds his breath in anticipation, but a kiss to a particularly sensitive
stretch of inner thigh makes a bright pop of laughter escape him as his leg
twitches reflexively. "Sorry, sorry! Please continue," he says, hoping not
to ruin the mood for her. To make up for it, he shifts his hips forward and
lights his hand on her hair, gently encouraging her to continue.
She giggles when he does, mood far from ruined. Her mouth goes back to that spot and lingers, nipping and sucking, while her hands stroke the tops of his thighs. It feels like an age before she finally, finally turns her attention to the apex of his thighs. Her breath is hot against the fabric and her mouth is soft and welcoming. She looks up at him as she fawns over his cock. There's not enough rhythm for it to be anything more than a tease, urging him to hardness.
Every time she touches his ticklish spot his thigh jerks involuntarily, but he doesn't laugh again, sensitivity and anticipation turning it into an erogenous zone. That's not a place he ever realized he could enjoy being kissed; no one has ever taken the time to try it before.
By the time she trails her way back up his thighs, his breath is already shallow and ragged. She bats her twinkly blue eyes up at him while she teases and oh, he's doomed but at least it's a blissful doom. "My beautiful, clever minx, gods, I never knew you were so good at torture." He squirms as she gets him hard, trying and failing to sit still.
Harley grins against his skin and grips his hips in deceptively strong hands to keep him still. She hums and moves her worshipful kisses to his stomach.
"I think you knew," she says. "I think you've been longing for it."
Her fingers curl in the waistband of the last garment between them and she tugs the fabric down. Her eyes go dark and hungry at the sight of him hard and eager for her mouth. She's seen him naked and aroused before, but there's a new thrill to it now that she's finally about to taste him. She breathes out a moan just from the anticipation, and licks a hot stripe from sac to tip.
"Gods, you're beautiful. So yummy."
Her breath comes out in a shudder and she moans again when she dips her head again. Her tongue works his cock in teasing little kitten licks, too uneven and soft for any kind of release.
"You always see through me," he breathes, voice as ragged as a pirate flag,
"I can't stop thinking about it, longing for it, for any touch you're
willing to give me, of course, but the way you look at me sets me ablaze."
She has his hips held tight, and he can't squirm or back away, and somehow
that's even more thrilling. Let him be entirely in her hands.
It has been a while since he did this last, and if he only counts those
intimate experiences on the mortal plane, then it has been far longer. Even
her breath against his sensitive skin makes his cock twitch pleadingly.
When she licks him he gasps, abs contacting and hips rocking involuntarily.
With her eyes turned to watch his face, she presses soft lips to the tip of his cock. A sweet chaste kiss in any other context, but there's the tense promise of more behind it. Her mouth opens to take in the head, her tongue rolling over heated flesh and suckling like he's a perfectly ripe fruit.
Her eyes on him make everything that much more intense. Her grip on his hips keep him from squirming, but she can still feel the tension in his thighs on either side of her. She finally gets her mouth on him and his head drops back as he moans. His fingers scratch at the bench on either side of him like he's trying to grab fistfuls of sheet that aren't there. "Please," he breathes, though it's not clear whether he's pleading for more or less.
She's barely done anything, but her expression is already starry-eyed and cock-drunk. Harley has been longing to taste him this way since their first kiss, and her head is spinning with giddiness at finding new ways to fill her senses with him.
Her tongue rolls against his cock as she eases the length of him past her lips, until he fits perfectly down her throat. Her nose pressed to his abdomen. She holds him there, stays perfectly still, letting him acclimate to new sensations so they don't overwhelm him too fast.
Gale's breath is quick and hitching, and he makes a concerted effort to
take deep, slow breaths. The light of the orb traces up from his neck, and
though it isn't very visible out here in the sunshine, he can feel it like
a pressure in his chest. "This is so dangerous," he says, and he means for
it to sound like a warning, but his voice comes out a deep rumble that does
little to hide exactly how thrilling he finds a brush with danger to be. He
runs his fingertips over her hair, again and again, soothing himself with
repetitive motion. "Seeing you on your knees like this for me... Gods, you
are a vision." Maybe his last vision, of they keep this up.
She wishes he would grip her hair and pull, but then she would definitely not be able to stop herself from sucking his soul right out. A small whine rattles in her throat and she forces herself to part her lips from around his shaft. She takes a deep, shaking breath and sits back on her heels, letting his cock slide free of her mouth. His precome leaves glistening smears on her lips and chin.
"Gale..." She wants to beg him to finish in her mouth, but that would finish the rest of Waterdeep with him. Her grip on his hips loosens and she realizes he will probably have clustered bruises the size of her fingertips. The thought sends a wicked thrill straight to her clit and makes her shiver.
She strokes his thighs again and rests her cheek against his knee.
He cups her jaw, brushes the pad of his thumb over her glistening lower lip, and stares at her with adoring eyes. His breathing is still quick and stuttering, but he's trying to calm down, trying not to replay the scene in his mind. A little voice in his mind insists that he could finish the job himself, that probably wouldn't destroy Waterdeep, and she could at least watch... But his time is short enough without a risk like that. "I love you so, so much," he says, sap that he is, because no matter now turned on he is, that sentiment is infinitely more important. "Come here. Let me kiss you and see for myself, hm?"
His first priority is always that she knows how loved she is. It makes her heart feel lighter than air, like a shining star. She rises to meet him with parted lips and licks into his mouth. Her arms wind around him until her body is molded against his own.
When she kisses him, he can taste himself on her mouth, and that shoots like lightning straight between his legs, but he cannot focus on it. Tries to push all the thoughts rushing into his mind out by mentally reciting arcane theorems. That doesn't stop him from kissing her bath with enthusiasm. He's good at multitasking. "Promise?"
He's still pantsless, and even the barest brush of her against his erection makes him gasp. He is desperate for any kind of release, knows he can't have it, and yet there's something thrilling in the deprivation. "You already do," he vows, voice raspy.
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Gale has nimble fingers, and somehow, he does manage to get the ring on the appropriate finger without ever breaking contact. It's a magic trick all on its own.
That done, he wraps both arms around her, pulling her against him and devoting all his attention to her ambitions to kiss him senseless.
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"Yes," she says again. Just in case he didn't hear her the other four times.
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His hands land on her hips, holding her close while he watches her reaction. "Do you like it? I wasn't sure... We can get a different one, if you prefer." That's the part he was a little nervous about, never doubting that she would say yes, but worried he might have picked an ugly ring without knowing.
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She moves his hands away her hips and slips off his lap to sink to her knees between his legs. She bats her eyes up at him and runs her tongue over her lip.
"Please? Please, can I?"
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"Thank you," she whispers against his knee. She looks up at him with hungry eyes as she leans in to unlace his trousers with her teeth. Her fingers curl in the waistline of his trouser and she rolls them down, urging him to lift his hips off the bench so she can strip him. She lets him keep his underclothes for now.
Her teeth press to the side of his knee and trail hot open kisses up the inside of his thigh then back down the other thigh. She avoids touching his cock through the last layer of fabric between them. She's going to draw this out as long as she can.
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"I'm not sure you're the one who should be thanking m—oh." His eyes to wide when she undoes his pants with her teeth. He's quick to shimmy out of his pants with her assistance, confused at first why his underwear get left behind. It becomes clear once she stays kissing his thighs (and only his thighs). His legs shift further open, encouraging. For a moment, he holds his breath in anticipation, but a kiss to a particularly sensitive stretch of inner thigh makes a bright pop of laughter escape him as his leg twitches reflexively. "Sorry, sorry! Please continue," he says, hoping not to ruin the mood for her. To make up for it, he shifts his hips forward and lights his hand on her hair, gently encouraging her to continue.
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By the time she trails her way back up his thighs, his breath is already shallow and ragged. She bats her twinkly blue eyes up at him while she teases and oh, he's doomed but at least it's a blissful doom. "My beautiful, clever minx, gods, I never knew you were so good at torture." He squirms as she gets him hard, trying and failing to sit still.
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"I think you knew," she says. "I think you've been longing for it."
Her fingers curl in the waistband of the last garment between them and she tugs the fabric down. Her eyes go dark and hungry at the sight of him hard and eager for her mouth. She's seen him naked and aroused before, but there's a new thrill to it now that she's finally about to taste him. She breathes out a moan just from the anticipation, and licks a hot stripe from sac to tip.
"Gods, you're beautiful. So yummy."
Her breath comes out in a shudder and she moans again when she dips her head again. Her tongue works his cock in teasing little kitten licks, too uneven and soft for any kind of release.
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"You always see through me," he breathes, voice as ragged as a pirate flag, "I can't stop thinking about it, longing for it, for any touch you're willing to give me, of course, but the way you look at me sets me ablaze." She has his hips held tight, and he can't squirm or back away, and somehow that's even more thrilling. Let him be entirely in her hands.
It has been a while since he did this last, and if he only counts those intimate experiences on the mortal plane, then it has been far longer. Even her breath against his sensitive skin makes his cock twitch pleadingly. When she licks him he gasps, abs contacting and hips rocking involuntarily.
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Her tongue rolls against his cock as she eases the length of him past her lips, until he fits perfectly down her throat. Her nose pressed to his abdomen. She holds him there, stays perfectly still, letting him acclimate to new sensations so they don't overwhelm him too fast.
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Gale's breath is quick and hitching, and he makes a concerted effort to take deep, slow breaths. The light of the orb traces up from his neck, and though it isn't very visible out here in the sunshine, he can feel it like a pressure in his chest. "This is so dangerous," he says, and he means for it to sound like a warning, but his voice comes out a deep rumble that does little to hide exactly how thrilling he finds a brush with danger to be. He runs his fingertips over her hair, again and again, soothing himself with repetitive motion. "Seeing you on your knees like this for me... Gods, you are a vision." Maybe his last vision, of they keep this up.
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"Gale..." She wants to beg him to finish in her mouth, but that would finish the rest of Waterdeep with him. Her grip on his hips loosens and she realizes he will probably have clustered bruises the size of her fingertips. The thought sends a wicked thrill straight to her clit and makes her shiver.
She strokes his thighs again and rests her cheek against his knee.
"Felt good. Felt right. You're delicious."
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"You're mine forever, now."
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"Yes." It comes out almost a whisper, a fervent plea and a pledge. "And I'm yours, too. I want to be the one to give you everything you want."
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