totalwildcard | Needful Things Building; Monday Afternoon

Harley snickered, as she playfully (and ineffectively) swatted at one of his hands.

"Impatient, are we?" she teased. "I suppose you have been waitin' for a while, sweetie..."

And yet that wasn't keeping her from being really very slow about shifting forward to line her body up with his, her hand still on him.

"If you want me to act like I'm not interested just say so," Marc replied, not at all serious. Not the least of which was due to how much of a challenge that would be to pull off right now.

"You couldn't, 'cause I've got evidence," Harley replied, smugly, "and it's better than your acting ski--"

Oh, what was that? Last word dissolving into a happy little moan because she chose that very moment to stop being a tease and sink down onto him/let him sink on into her?

Yes indeed!

Marc might've made a comment in return, but there was that warm, solid connection and did that need words, really? When instead he could rock up into her like a wave to make sure they fit together?

No, yeah, even Harley gave up on words for the moment.

Not that that meant she was quiet. No, she made one of her moan-laugh sort of noises, loud and unbidden and happy, as she responded to his upward surge with grinding both their hips down into the mattress.

Marc appreciated the noises. Some part of him was still surprised he liked that she wasn't quiet, but there it was.

He put both hands on her hips and held on tight. Not bruising, but firm. He used that leverage to thrust up into her with the same force she'd used to grind down. Once again meeting her where she met him.

Harley snickered some more, breathlessly. One of her hands settled on top of one of his. For balance? Something like that.

"Oh it really is teamwork again," she teased, a little haltingly, for obvious reasons. "I see!"

"You got a problem with that?" Marc asked. He gave another thrust up. To demonstrate "that" oh so helpfully.

"Nooo," Harley replied, although her voice went a little... keening in the middle of it, drawing the word out. "No problem! Opposite of a problem!"

And just to really sell it, her next move? When she thrust down, that was the very familiar thump of the headboard against the book-based padding on the wall.

That thump felt like a challenge. One Marc was happy to meet with a harder thrust of his own.

It really was good that wall wasn't connected to a neighbor.

Harley made a noise like an exclamation point, loud. She didn't know about him (yeah she did), but she was now committed to keeping every movement at a headboard-thumping intensity, like she was planning to make a Marc-shaped dent in her bed.

Fully on board with tormenting some completely imaginary neighbors.

Given their position it was a little harder - ahem - for Marc to fully drive them into the wall. But he was nothing if not ~~intense~~ dedicated to his goals. So he held on to Harley's hips nice and tight and trust up as hard as he could.

With everything his thrusts were forcing out of Harley's mouth, he was definitely contributing his share for the noise level!

Because Harley sounded like she was just bursting with both joy and pleasure. She may have babbled something breathless along those lines, too, along with the usual dirty compliments about how good he felt inside her. And, also: "Yes! Work those muscles!"

That, too. What? She currently had a fantastic view of his abs and where a lot of the strength for his movements was coming from, of course she was going to acknowledge it!

Marc wasn't to chatty, but he was doing his part with those noises she'd imitated so well earlier. Also with openly admiring the view he had as well, and not just because of how bouncy it was. (Though it wasn't not because of that either.)

He let go of her right hip, trailing his hand up her side to her neck, and then up to cup her cheek. He let it rest there as much as he could given all the movement going on.

Harley could help steady it a little, leaning into the touch as best she could, beaming.

Panting, too, but that was less soft. That was as harsh as the way she was riding him.

The lean meant Marc could try brushing his thumb over her cheekbone. This while holding her left hip harder and using that to help him thrust right back into her with a goal of trying to see how quickly he could get her even more breathless.

He was sweating and breathing hard too but yanno. Whatever.

It was an extra workout! Except only one of them had any sort of a gym routine, and Harley found this a vastly preferable way of getting all sweaty and flushed, what with the rapidly building something, low in the pit of her stomach.

Aside from the breathlessness, some of her noises with each thrust were starting to communicate that, too.

Marc was now at a point where he actually was saying things as well about how good Harley looked and felt. He brushed his thumb over her lips, watching her as he added a twist of his hips to give them both some extra sensation.

Harley gasped at it, managing to make even that into a loud and ragged noise, right now.

She also flicked her tongue out against his thumb, because she was incorrigible.

Marc couldn't be called incorrigible. But he did go to slide his thumb into her mouth if she felt like doing things with it. It wasn't as though he didn't enjoy how the lick felt with everything else going on.

Oh, there was a glint in Harley's eye, now, her gaze locked onto his. She let him slide his thumb past her lips, and gave it just a little graze of her teeth just as a hello.

And then let her lips close around it for a little suck, timed - by chance or design, who could even say anymore? - with one of the thrusts between them.

Harley earned an extra groan for that one. Not articulate but she was probably used to his sounds enough by now to know it was complimentary. No coincidence at all when he pushed his thumb in at the same time another one of those thrusts happened.

Which made Harley make another noise, nice and muffled and vibration-y around his thumb, her tongue all pressed against it. Clearly in no hurry to make him take his hand all the way back.

In fact, with both his hands full, Harley's hand came off the one he had on her hip, and slid down to right above where he continued to pound into her (as much as it was otherwise a mutual pounding). She could kick things up one last notch.

Marc normally didn't mind giving her a hand himself if she needed one. But he reminded himself Harley was outspoken about what she wanted, so if she wasn't asking him to help out he wasn't going to worry about it. Instead he focused on holding her and thrusting into her and letting those vibrations in her mouth resonate throughout as he felt himself getting near that edge too.

And Harley loved it when he got helpful, too! But she was also very greedy, so when she already liked what both his hands were doing, and as far as she knew he didn't possess the super power of a secret third arm... She could be her own helping hand, no problem.

It didn't take too much rubbing for all her noises to start becoming all that more urgent. And her hips were still moving with their insistent force, too, meeting him thrust for thrust.

And then thrust for suck, when it came to his thumb. There was an excitement to feeling him in more places than one, apparently.

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