[ Harley tends to like her partners vocal, but there's something she finds kind of hot in the way that Carver struggles to muffle his sounds, feeling the heat of his breath against her shoulder as he attempts to quiet the noise. She would probably find it less attractive if she knew why he was doing it...or maybe the thought would make it more exciting. Like doing something you're not supposed to with the risk of being caught adding a dangerous tint to it all, even if the threat here is only an imagined one born out of habit.
Her blunt nails bite a little at Carver's skin and she pulls one hand off of his chest to slide up her own ribcage, grabbing the breast that Carver isn't paying attention to and giving it a squeeze, moaning as she puts on a little show for him. With only one hand balancing her, her thigh and core muscles engaging to compensate. She sighs as she starts bouncing herself harder onto his lap, the sound of their bodies meeting slickly filling the air around them. ]
Oh, fuck...
[ She breathes the curse, grimacing in pleasure as Carver presses up into her, matching her pace. Her other hand leaves his chest too and then her legs are doing all the work as her hand slides on top of his where it rests on her breast, squeezing on top of it, just wanting to feel some closeness--some connection. ]
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Her blunt nails bite a little at Carver's skin and she pulls one hand off of his chest to slide up her own ribcage, grabbing the breast that Carver isn't paying attention to and giving it a squeeze, moaning as she puts on a little show for him. With only one hand balancing her, her thigh and core muscles engaging to compensate. She sighs as she starts bouncing herself harder onto his lap, the sound of their bodies meeting slickly filling the air around them. ]
Oh, fuck...
[ She breathes the curse, grimacing in pleasure as Carver presses up into her, matching her pace. Her other hand leaves his chest too and then her legs are doing all the work as her hand slides on top of his where it rests on her breast, squeezing on top of it, just wanting to feel some closeness--some connection. ]