totalwildcard | Needful Things Building; Monday Afternoon

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.

Marc could understand that. He didn't possess a secret any spare body part, so thumb worked as a substitute way to feel her in more than one place too.

He kept up his thrusting, above and below, taking in all those sensations as the heat at the base of his spine grew and got him closer to the edge, ready to tip over at the slightest touch but trying to hold on so she could get where she needed...

Whereas Harley was not trying to hold on in the slightest. She even had to finally give up on her efforts to keep her eyes open, lost in all the other sensations.

But if he managed to keep his own eyes open, he was treated to her brow knitting together with all the effort and want, the insistent and continuing bounce of her chest, the visible tension in her abs, and the absolutely furious rubbing her hand was doing, fingertips slick and slippery --

Until her hips stuttered, falling out of their rhythm, suddenly more concerned with making sure he was really shoved all up in her than anything else - giving her something to feel in full when she came, about half a second later, groaning around his thumb from somewhere deep down in her chest as she did.

Marc was able to see it. Between knowing she got there and feeling it all over, it wasn't long before he hit his own climax like a punch to the gut.

His hand on her hip had almost bruising intensity as he rocked up into her with a loud grunt. Still no more articulate than he ever was, but there were good odds she knew by now that the sound and the way his face was screwed up meant it was all hitting him well.

Oh yes, Harley was more than familiar with what all of that entailed, and she even managed to pry her eyes open to a half-lidded state just to see the look on his face. There was always a kind of a proud extra thrill in affecting him. And in moments like this? Part of that came from feeling like they were in tune with each other.

And like he was extremely present in the moment with her.

She made another noise of her own in response to the grunt, like it just heightened something for her.

When she looked down she'd find Marc looking back up at her through his lashes. Not in anything coquettish - as though there was ever a question that Marc could be. More that, like her, the temptation to let go and keep his eyes closed was high.

But he was watching her instead, taking in the view as he breathed heavily and held on tight. Though the hand that cupped her cheek was gentle.

See? Present. Feeling the peak begin to calm down towards the afterglow, Harley's lips tugged into a dreamy smile.

Of course, one that was accompanied by her teeth giving his thumb a playful bite.

"Watch it," Marc mumbled, in a token protest and no more. He pulled his thumb out of her mouth and used it to caress her lips.

"Nah," Harley murmured under his touch, "but I'll watch you, anytime."

"Not so bad yourself," Marc replied. He moved his thumb back to caress her cheekbone.

Harley chuckled.

And then she finally began to slump down towards him, planting one hand against the mattress beside him to keep from just faceplanting into him.

Once she was fully slumped, Marc folded his arms around her, resting them on her back.

Because that was also comfortable. No other reason.

None whatsoever, Harley was sure! She settled down with her nose smushed against his cheek. Was it comfortable? Eh, but it was comforting.

"Mmmmh," she hummed, low, pleased. "God but you're a fantastic fuck."

"Pretty good yourself," Marc said. Which surely she knew was effusive coming from him.

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