[ in truth, archie never stops looking at her. stolen glimpses. sidelong stares. his notes had become a warred, nonsensical arrangement of thoughts and disjointed definitions, all at the sake of savoring her however he could. they hadn't spent as much time together, lately, as they used to.
he tries to act like it hasn't gotten to him; he may already be giving himself away.
already his breaths are a bit scattered, stumbling over one another as he ruts his thigh in a knowing grind between her legs. in a single, swift motion he's turning her to face the wall, careful not to cause her any discomfort, despite the urgency of his touch.
he's still lost in the honey-sweet warmth of her neck, slipping a palm beneath her tank, splaying wide over her abdomen while the other grips still to her hip. he finds her ear with his mouth. ]
Ah – [ harper grits her teeth, at a loss for words when he grinds against her, when he turns her against hte wall. she does so willingly hands now pressed flat against it as well, her head turned to the side. a shiver runs all the way down her spin when she can hear his voice, feel the warmth of his breath and the weight of his body against hers. ]
By you, yeah.
[ there's not enough space to really move but she does gently push back against him, enjoying the pressure, the roughness of his hand along her now exposed skin. ]
[ archie's not exactly familiar with the rougher side of things; really, he's only ever been pushed around by his partner, rather than the one to take much of the upper hand. she sparks something in him, though. a tender dominance that he can't seem to bite down.
her comfort is his first priority; but there's a humming within him to let his control slip. to wander over that edge.
he's already stiffening against her backside when she presses into his lap, hidden only by his sweats, letting out a panted, hot breath against the shell of her ear. palm raises higher, dipping beneath her bralette to swipe his thumb across her nipple. a grind of his own, twin hand drifting down to just slightly slip under the waistline of her bottoms. ]
[ harper tends to know what she wants and doesn't hesitate when going after it but there is something to be said about handing the reins over to someone else, letting him be in control, knowing fully well that he has her comfort in mind. that ( she thinks ) he might be rather enamored with her as well.
her abdomen muscles contract when he moves his hands here and there and she shuts her eyes as she whines quietly for him. ]
Cm'on, [ she encourages in a rasp, pushing her hips into his wandering hand. ] Take what you want.
[ a groan, now, low and punctuated as his forehead falls to the crook of her neck. she's goading him, encouraging that primal urge for control within him, and it's difficult enough to resist on his own, but the sweetened sound of her voice nearly begging him... he doesn't hold the composure.
there's haste, now, knowing he hardly has the mind to strip them of their layers entirely, so instead he focuses on what needs to be removed in order to take her. fingertips fumble at the fastening of her bottoms, shaky breath let out against her skin where he suckles once more, ensuring to tug her panties down with them.
he leaves them for her to step out of, one hand returning to her hip while the other presses just slightly at opposite shoulder, gritting his teeth with another tiny grunt. ] Arch your back for me, baby...
[ her lips part in an open mouthed grin, sighing and chuckling low in her throat as archie tugs at the stretch fabric, then the thin material of her panties. easily and swiftly, with one hand still pressed to the wall for leverage, she pulls them off along with her shoes and socks, leaving her bottom bare, her oversized shirt bunched up around her torso now.
slowly and just for him, harper arches her back almost gracefully, a single braid hanging down the middle of her back highlighting this curve to her body. ]
[ incredible; even when he believes himself in a position of power, all it takes is minimal effort on her part and he's wrapped around her finger, left in awe at the sound of her, the feel of her, the sight of her now, how the moonlight let in through his room compliments the dip of her spine.
all he can do is sigh heavily, nipping at the lobe of her ear. ] Just like that.
[ a single palm smoothes up along her back in it's entirety, an appreciative caress, starting at the slight dimples of it's lower til he reaches her shoulder again, administering a slight squeeze as if in request to stay put. he's one gone a moment, rummaging his drawer and tearing open the condom.
when he returns to her he's pushing the front of his sweats down just enough, giving himself a few firm pumps while admiring her. he nudges his head along her slit, but doesn't enter just yet. ]
[ she revels in the way he admires her, feeling the weight of his gaze on her back, half bared since he's dragged the thin material of her shirt up with the broad stroke of his hand up to her shoulder. she bunches her shirt up in her hand, wanting something to hold onto ]
I need you. [ her voice is breathy and desperate, legs parted just so for him, entrance wet, warm, and waiting for him. her thighs give a twitch when he rubs his head against her and she holds her breath. ]
[ he'll never get used to the way such harsh curses fall from prettied lips; it wasn't that she presented herself as some flowery-soft, fragile girl, actually quite the opposite. but it's the knowing that he's the only one who gets to see her this way— or, at least, a more possessive nook of his mind hopes so, that sets him off. ]
Yeah? Keep talking to me. [ tone just as shaky. maybe eventually he'll get the hang of this: asserting himself, being a bit more steady and aggressive. girls liked that, didn't they? all in due time. another few strokes, and he's slipping the condom into place, aligning himself again.
hand shifts from her hip to press at the lower of her back, accentuating that luscious curve even further for him, the other still steadied at her shoulder where he keeps shirt ridden up, and with a slight crook of his knees he's able to sheathe himself inside, groaning low and gravely in the bed of his chest. ]
[ with him pressing into her sex, harper gives a shuddering sigh, bending forward for him with an open mouthed grin, squeezing her eyes shut. it is really something, getting to see and hear sides of each other that most people aren't entirely privy to. sure, they belong to each other only in the dark but this is no less significant.
perhaps it will all come to a halt one day, but she doesn't think about that.
instead she thinks about his hand, fingerprints all over her skin, the way he feels now that he's inside of her again after her eager urging. but they have to be quiet, she knows that, attempting to whisper more naughty things to him to spur him forward. ]
Like seeing you like this, having you inside of me like this. You feel so good.
[ fortunately, archie has one less parent to worry about in terms of them being discovered, hoping that maybe his dad's past band days would suffice to muffle further the dead sleep he fell into, regardless. archie had been sneaking out for years now, only caught when he was meant to be somewhere he never turned up.
once he's gotten her back into an angle suitable for the both of them, fingers ravel around the bone of her hip once more, using his clutch to prop her up onto her toes slightly, allowing him that littlest bit deeper as he withdraws, giving a full thrust forward again.
he closes his eyes to the velvet feel of her, the way she talks to him, kneading at her shoulder while hissing in a breath. ] Fuck, babe- yeah.
[ not the most intelligible response, but it's something, leaning himself back a bit to watch his cock disappear within her, pulling her hips back with each hit as he sets a steady pace. ]
[ she can feel a knot forming in her stomach, especially when he pulls her up, onto her toes. it felt good before, but that high pitched moan indicates that he's onto something here, finding the right angle for them both. ]
Yeah, yeah – that's it. [ her legs are strong but perhaps not stretched enough to sustain this position for too long. still, each sting is worth it. she pants heavily, almost matching the pace he's set for them both. it's still quiet despite both their noises and mumblings and she can hear skin meet skin behind her. ]
[ he can feel the trembling of her limbs, the faint quiver of her thighs each time he thrusts forward, and it only serves to make that clutch at her hip all the tighter. he'll support her if need be, feeding into the way octave slips higher within her moan; he's always sought to please, and any indication that he'd hit up against a favored spot meant he fell into all the more studious a drive. ] Always so tight for me.
[ the groan that ripples from his throat is dirty, teeth clenching together in attempts to quiet himself as she goads him for the opposite; god, he wishes he could vocalize exactly what it was she did to him. wishes he could hear all those sweet little sounds he knew he could pull from her; the exertion behind panted breaths comes more from the effort to stay hushed than anything else, hand at her shoulder instead raveling around the thick braid draped across her spine, pulling just enough to tip her head back, make that angle of her back all the more pronounced.
he picks up his pace, the smacks of her ass against his thighs becoming all the more pronounced. ] -can't get enough of you, Harper. Shit, always thinking about this... [ a hissed breath, a single jar forward a bit rougher in response to the throb in the lower of his abdomen. ] How good you look, taking me.
[ there is a mild sting that comes with the pull of her hair because he doesn't pull hard, just enough to guide her head back. again, she does so without hesitation, even moaning at the sensation. this isn't as tender as their past fucks but she thinks she likes this new direction for the evening.
always thinking about this – her lips curl when she hears those words just over the loud beating of her heart in her ears. always thinking about her, she supposes. just like she thinks about him way too much to be normal. ]
Loverboy... [ but she can't speak now, not when he's gone faster, not when the sound of his voice wraps around her like a blanket. ]
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he tries to act like it hasn't gotten to him; he may already be giving himself away.
already his breaths are a bit scattered, stumbling over one another as he ruts his thigh in a knowing grind between her legs. in a single, swift motion he's turning her to face the wall, careful not to cause her any discomfort, despite the urgency of his touch.
he's still lost in the honey-sweet warmth of her neck, slipping a palm beneath her tank, splaying wide over her abdomen while the other grips still to her hip. he finds her ear with his mouth. ]
Did you like being bent over?
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By you, yeah.
[ there's not enough space to really move but she does gently push back against him, enjoying the pressure,
the roughness of his hand along her now exposed skin. ]
I like seeing you like that.
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her comfort is his first priority; but there's a humming within him to let his control slip. to wander over that edge.
he's already stiffening against her backside when she presses into his lap, hidden only by his sweats, letting out a panted, hot breath against the shell of her ear. palm raises higher, dipping beneath her bralette to swipe his thumb across her nipple. a grind of his own, twin hand drifting down to just slightly slip under the waistline of her bottoms. ]
I want you like that, Harper. Right here.
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her abdomen muscles contract when he moves his hands here and there and she shuts her eyes as she whines quietly for him. ]
Cm'on, [ she encourages in a rasp, pushing her hips into his wandering hand. ] Take what you want.
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there's haste, now, knowing he hardly has the mind to strip them of their layers entirely, so instead he focuses on what needs to be removed in order to take her. fingertips fumble at the fastening of her bottoms, shaky breath let out against her skin where he suckles once more, ensuring to tug her panties down with them.
he leaves them for her to step out of, one hand returning to her hip while the other presses just slightly at opposite shoulder, gritting his teeth with another tiny grunt. ] Arch your back for me, baby...
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slowly and just for him, harper arches her back almost gracefully, a single braid hanging down the middle of her back highlighting this curve to her body. ]
Like that?
[ her voice is unusually coy. ]
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all he can do is sigh heavily, nipping at the lobe of her ear. ] Just like that.
[ a single palm smoothes up along her back in it's entirety, an appreciative caress, starting at the slight dimples of it's lower til he reaches her shoulder again, administering a slight squeeze as if in request to stay put. he's one gone a moment, rummaging his drawer and tearing open the condom.
when he returns to her he's pushing the front of his sweats down just enough, giving himself a few firm pumps while admiring her. he nudges his head along her slit, but doesn't enter just yet. ]
Fuck. So beautiful.
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[ she revels in the way he admires her, feeling the weight of his gaze on her back, half bared since he's dragged the thin material of her shirt up with the broad stroke of his hand up to her shoulder. she bunches her shirt up in her hand, wanting something to hold onto ]
I need you. [ her voice is breathy and desperate, legs parted just so for him, entrance wet, warm, and waiting for him. her thighs give a twitch when he rubs his head against her and she holds her breath. ]
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Yeah? Keep talking to me. [ tone just as shaky. maybe eventually he'll get the hang of this: asserting himself, being a bit more steady and aggressive. girls liked that, didn't they? all in due time. another few strokes, and he's slipping the condom into place, aligning himself again.
hand shifts from her hip to press at the lower of her back, accentuating that luscious curve even further for him, the other still steadied at her shoulder where he keeps shirt ridden up, and with a slight crook of his knees he's able to sheathe himself inside, groaning low and gravely in the bed of his chest. ]
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perhaps it will all come to a halt one day, but she doesn't think about that.
instead she thinks about his hand, fingerprints all over her skin, the way he feels now that he's inside of her again after her eager urging. but they have to be quiet, she knows that, attempting to whisper more naughty things to him to spur him forward. ]
Like seeing you like this, having you inside of me like this. You feel so good.
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once he's gotten her back into an angle suitable for the both of them, fingers ravel around the bone of her hip once more, using his clutch to prop her up onto her toes slightly, allowing him that littlest bit deeper as he withdraws, giving a full thrust forward again.
he closes his eyes to the velvet feel of her, the way she talks to him, kneading at her shoulder while hissing in a breath. ] Fuck, babe- yeah.
[ not the most intelligible response, but it's something, leaning himself back a bit to watch his cock disappear within her, pulling her hips back with each hit as he sets a steady pace. ]
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[ she can feel a knot forming in her stomach, especially when he pulls her up, onto her toes. it felt good before, but that high pitched moan indicates that he's onto something here, finding the right angle for them both. ]
Yeah, yeah – that's it. [ her legs are strong but perhaps not stretched enough to sustain this position for too long. still, each sting is worth it. she pants heavily, almost matching the pace he's set for them both. it's still quiet despite both their noises and mumblings and she can hear skin meet skin behind her. ]
I wanna hear you, Archie.
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[ the groan that ripples from his throat is dirty, teeth clenching together in attempts to quiet himself as she goads him for the opposite; god, he wishes he could vocalize exactly what it was she did to him. wishes he could hear all those sweet little sounds he knew he could pull from her; the exertion behind panted breaths comes more from the effort to stay hushed than anything else, hand at her shoulder instead raveling around the thick braid draped across her spine, pulling just enough to tip her head back, make that angle of her back all the more pronounced.
he picks up his pace, the smacks of her ass against his thighs becoming all the more pronounced. ] -can't get enough of you, Harper. Shit, always thinking about this... [ a hissed breath, a single jar forward a bit rougher in response to the throb in the lower of his abdomen. ] How good you look, taking me.
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[ there is a mild sting that comes with the pull of her hair because he doesn't pull hard, just enough to guide her head back. again, she does so without hesitation, even moaning at the sensation. this isn't as tender as their past fucks but she thinks she likes this new direction for the evening.
always thinking about this – her lips curl when she hears those words just over the loud beating of her heart in her ears. always thinking about her, she supposes. just like she thinks about him way too much to be normal. ]
Loverboy... [ but she can't speak now, not when he's gone faster, not when the sound of his voice wraps around her like a blanket. ]