[ her knees bump against the sides of his thighs once he's there in front of her, and she doesn't feel like she's boxing him in either, but in a way she kind of is. wants to be, anyway. god, he is so not her type. which, right now, makes him her type. it's hard to make sense of it in her head, so she stops trying. instead she's reaching to thumb at the hem of his shirt, and if it comes off as flirtatious to watch his face while she twists the fabric around her finger a little bit, then she's actually really okay with it. ]
I'm pretty stoked you swiped right. [ she grins up at him because maybe she should have said something semi-serious there, maybe he's used to sincere drunken confessions, but hers is sincere in a silly way - true, but ridiculous. ] You could have not swiped right, but you did. S'pretty great.
Yeah, I did. Don't always. [He shrugs, pretty comfortable with this whole shirt-tweaking thing, it's just one of a couple layers of henleys, nothing even remotely nice, just like him. Mick's never been one on overthinking anything, he leaves that to Len and Ray and just about everyone else on his team. He's just gonna grin and let her keep doing it.] Glad you liked it.
[ her brows lift at "don't always" like it's the most interesting thing she's ever heard, and some part of her totally takes it as a compliment, but the other is just feeling silly over it, wants to tease him, ask does that make me special? but instead her fingers are just pulling a little more at his shirt, like he isn't already right there in front of her, her other hand slipping under the fabric to drag her nails, her palm, over to rest on his side. still pulling on his shirt, like maybe she 's feeling indecisive and impatient at the same time. cause she totally is. ]
If you don't kiss me soon I'm going to end up ripping this shirt apart-
Do it. [It's immediate, like a challenge through a bared-teeth grin.] See if I care. Here's a hint: I won't.
[But then again, he'd wondered if that's what she was after, but he hadn't wanted to swoop on in and get tossed over his own bar. He knows she could do it, she's plenty strong enough, but hey, looks like that might not happen. So, yeah, without moving his hands off the bar on either side of her hips, he shifts into her hand—on his right side, she'll find his whorls of burn scar soon—and the kiss is accompanied by a very low growl.]
[ Gwen's kind of laughing once he's leaning in to kiss her, but it gets muffled fast, her heels finally just hooking behind his knees to pull herself up against him even with her butt still parked on the bar. she doesn't notice the scars, for now, because both of her hands move so one can hold his face while her other arm wraps behind his neck, quickly shifting a kiss to making out. because she wants to make out with Vin Diesel. so that's happening.
she's not going to rip his shirt because she's too busy kind of clinging to him, because maybe sitting up on the bar already puts her at a better height than she would be standing, but the urge to climb him like a tree doesn't just go away because of that.]
[Mick's hands bracket her hips, gripping tight with gloved fingers, as she pulls herself flush against him. It's not what he'd expected when she'd come by, but she'd all but started it and he's not about to turn her down. He nips at her lower lip, not for the first time a little relieved that these fire powers of his are only affecting his hands, and those fireproof gloves are a decent solution.
There's still no one in the bar, and a part of him wants to close early and see where this goes, but then again, the idea of someone walking in is fun.]
[ meanwhile, the gloves aren't super doing it for her, but whatever, maybe he likes gloves. people have their quirks, okay. but she didn't notice it the last time they were hanging out.. eh, it's fine. she definitely likes that they're right here out on the bar, that someone could walk in, and she likes how he's holding onto her. actually yeah, maybe she doesn't love the gloves, but she loves that grip. she's not usually the type to rush all the good stuff, the kissing and getting handsy before moving things along, but right now she wants to.
she's blaming Mick for that, yep. ]
Tell me you've got condoms hidden away somewhere in this place. And that you're cool with fucking someone on the bar. [ her eyes shift sideways before she's laughing again, breathless ] And that wall.
[The grin is sharp, and he leans in to kiss her again with a hint of teeth before stepping back.]
You're in luck.
[What's this, a ribbon of condoms stored in one of the built-in drawers behind the oak bar. Never let it be said the Rogues Gallery goes unprepared. Mick carefully tears one off, drops the others back into the drawer, kicks it shut with a boot as he turns back to settle between Gwen's knees again. This is going to be a little more awkward than usual with the gloves he can't risk removing, but he'll happily work with that.
His other hand slides up her thigh, dipping between them to run a thumb over the seam of her shorts before he pops the button.]
[ not even begging, it's just a happy kind of "yes please!" response, the kind of that comes with somebody moving his fingers against the crotch of her jeans. yeah. she leans back, heels propped on the edge of the bar so she can shimmy out of her shorts, underwear sliding down with them. shoes stay on because she has no patience for untying her laces right now, which means her shorts get caught on her left foot, but that's fine. but there is one thing- ]
-- You gonna keep the gloves on? You're not gonna catch anything.
[ she grins because she knows that's not why he's wearing them but still. better to make a joke than to seem like she's insecure about it or something ]
[Oh, right, Gwen wasn't around, maybe he should explain the gloves. And to Mick, explaining is demonstrating. He leans back enough to pull one of the gloves off, then snaps his fingers and sparks a fire that spreads like liquid over his hand, until he waves it out a moment or two later.]
Trust me, I'd love the gloves off, but until this thing goes away...
[He shrugs and slips his hand back into the glove and immediately slides his hand up the inside of her thigh, and drags his thumb over her clit with a sharp-edged grin as his other hand snaps the button on his jeans and shoves them impatiently out of the way.]
[ but she grins wide when he shows her what he can do, and she's about to protest with a "hey! you said you'd tell me!" but clearly- the gloves, right, it's not a usual thing. but she's heard about people's powers being messed with, saw it happen to Barry first hand, so she'll let it go. and definitely not argue with the gloves.
especially once he's touching her, because the rubber feels a little weird, but not a bad weird. if anything it just feels kind of dirty. she'll have to read into that later. her hands are reaching for his hips, helping him push his pants down over them since he's only got one hand and she's feeling so damn helpful right now. her heels end up back on the bar once his pants are down around his ankles, and she spits against the flat of her fingers before reaching for his cock, trying to get him harder, a little slick. but that's- it's not comfortable, sitting that way, even for a spider-totem. ]
Nnh, other side. [ they're pretty close to the end of the bar, so it's not so much to ask for. and she says it without thinking to clarify, but maybe she doesn't have to once she lays back, her head tipping off the back of the other edge of the bar, hair dropping down ] You should fuck my face first.
[He lets out a laugh, a low rumble, and saunters around the side of the bar. She's right at the perfect height if he stands on the rail, and what a view this is, goddamn. He's done something good to get a reward like this.
One hand slides over his cock, the rubber a little cool against it, stroking slow as he admires her all laid out like this on his bar, and he reaches out to slide the other over her throat, down the front of her chest to cup one breast.]
Guess I should. Gotta do what the customer wants.
[As much as he wants it, this will be on her terms, but just the idea of it wrenches a groan out of him as he steps up, the head barely brushing her lips.]
[ somehow, Gwen's body relaxes more into her new position once his hand is on her chest, a low moan breaking her silence once she's opening her mouth to lick over him. her hand moves to hold his cock so she can kind of control things a little better, but she only takes what he gives her, rolling her tongue around the head between little sucking kisses against it. she keeps it up for a little while, mostly just getting used to things being literally turned around, but actually being upside down isn't a factor for her.
it's really just making sure her top teeth don't drag too hard under the head of his dick. a little drag from her lower teeth can usually be hot in that place, but this is totally different. so. she's being careful. but once she's got that under control, her other hand is moving to his hip, fingers just sort of curling against his skin because she doesn't want to stop what she's doing to ask for more ]
[Does she like making men groan, because the groan that Mick lets out as she starts laving his cock is long and deep. This definitely isn't the first time she's done this, which is a thought that only appeals more the longer Mick thinks about it, and he takes those urging fingers at face value and moves forward a little, carefully, just a little thrust into her mouth. And once she has the rhythm of that, maybe a little deeper. Giving her a little more.
His fingers roll over her nipple, pinching lightly and rolling it through the fabric, and he wishes he could reach down enough to get his fingers between her legs, but that'll come soon enough. Meantime, he's too occupied with grinning down at her, admiring how goddamn filthy this is.]
[ she's okay with him being careful about this, it's not like she'd appreciate choking on him, but she's moaning around him too once he gives her more of his cock. she can't deep throat, okay, she can't ( she's tried ) but she still swallows against him so he can feel it the deeper he presses, sucks hard whenever he draws out. it's kind of fun being this dirty to begin with, but it adds a whole other level to it when she looks up and sees that Mick's smiling.
and okay she's sure most guys smile at some point when they're getting a blowjob but it's different when it's dirty and the rubber material of his gloves makes the pinch of his fingers a little harsher, and that's interesting. makes her moan again, whimper around him.
she uses that hand on his hip to grip a little tighter for a second, try and slow and stop his movement, because no, she can't deep throat, but she's drunk okay and maybe she just wants to see how far she can take him down, wants to feel him bump the back of her throat and swallow hard. like she already sees how dirty this is and wants to push it just that little bit more ]
[He's more than happy to push her as far as she wants to be pushed. He halts the thrust of his hips, but his fingers never pause in the slow tweak and pinch, he can see how much she likes that.]
Mm, that's nice. You know you look good like this, don't you?
[He's not close enough yet for him to need to warn her, they can draw this out real nice, and he's planning on just that. He eases forward, pulls back, a slow, wet slide between her lips, all the way to the back of her throat.]
[ the mhmm she gives him in reply vibrates down his cock once he's pushing down deeper, though he can probably feel the way her breaths all sound like little moans, too. her hips shift so she can curl her legs up towards her stomach, putting her at the right angle to reach a hand down between her legs and touch where she's definitely already wet from this. it's a little show-offy, the way her fingers stay flat and move in wide circles around her clit, but he said he thinks she looks good like this and of course that just sounds like an invite to give him more to watch.
after a little while, she does purse her lips to stop him from pushing back in after a long pull out, needing to suck in a few big breaths, clear her throat because it already does feel rough from the tease of his dick pushing back far. it's dirty, but Gwen loves dirty. which is why she decides after a little while to remove the hand from between her legs and reach up to drag them over his cock, adding her own slick there before she opens up wide, a sign that she's ready for him to fuck into her mouth again, like she needs to ask instead of just getting right back to it ]
[There's a low rumble of approval as he watches her fingers go between her legs, if he could reach that far without risking his balance or accidentally choking her he'd be the one doing that, the rubber on his glove would make for a pretty different sensation. But he satisfies himself with palming her breast again, teasing the nipple as she takes her well-deserved break.]
Not what I expected from the day. This is better.
[And it ends in another appreciative hnnn as he watches her slick him up with her own juices and then look up at him, like she needs permission to swallow him down again. It's not fast, he rubs the head against her tongue for a few moments, enjoying that difference in feeling, before he slides back between her lips with a groan, and starts to set another slow, lazy rhythm of fucking her mouth.]
[ it's incredibly satisfying, laying back and relaxing her jaw and listen to the sounds his making just because of her mouth. she moves her tongue, but just barely, more focused on the suction of her lips around him every time he pulls out. the usual bright blue of her eyes is a little darker because of how wide her pupils are once she opens her eyes again, again just using a light touch on his hip to get him to slow down, and this time when she pulls off of him she moves to slowly turn onto her stomach, crawling up onto the bar instead of getting down.
she kneels in front of him on the bar, reaches for his face with both hands so she can pull him in for a kiss. well, a lot of kisses. breathless and a little sloppy, but she's hungry for it ]
[He braces his hands on either side of her hips as she kisses him, not at all shy to using his teeth on her lower lip, happily just as filthy as she wants him to be.]
Wanted to when you walked in.
[But he's not complaining about what they've been getting up to so far. That goddamn mouth of hers, he'd be more than happy to get those lips wrapped around him again sometime, but for now, yeah, hell yeah, he wants to fuck her. One hand slides over her thigh to run a gloved finger along her wet cunt, circling over her clit.]
[ she shudders out a groan when he touches her, because the gloves feel weird but not a bad weird, and she's just happy for the contact. her knees shift apart, and it's totally just so she can rock against his fingers a little bit while she pulls him in for more kissing. but eventually, she answer his question ]
I want to not make anymore decisions, that's what I want. [ she grins, shakes her bangs back out of her face, hands moving away from his to rest on his chest instead ] Put me wherever you want, just fuck me.
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I'm pretty stoked you swiped right. [ she grins up at him because maybe she should have said something semi-serious there, maybe he's used to sincere drunken confessions, but hers is sincere in a silly way - true, but ridiculous. ] You could have not swiped right, but you did. S'pretty great.
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If you don't kiss me soon I'm going to end up ripping this shirt apart-
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[But then again, he'd wondered if that's what she was after, but he hadn't wanted to swoop on in and get tossed over his own bar. He knows she could do it, she's plenty strong enough, but hey, looks like that might not happen. So, yeah, without moving his hands off the bar on either side of her hips, he shifts into her hand—on his right side, she'll find his whorls of burn scar soon—and the kiss is accompanied by a very low growl.]
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she's not going to rip his shirt because she's too busy kind of clinging to him, because maybe sitting up on the bar already puts her at a better height than she would be standing, but the urge to climb him like a tree doesn't just go away because of that.]
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There's still no one in the bar, and a part of him wants to close early and see where this goes, but then again, the idea of someone walking in is fun.]
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she's blaming Mick for that, yep. ]
Tell me you've got condoms hidden away somewhere in this place. And that you're cool with fucking someone on the bar. [ her eyes shift sideways before she's laughing again, breathless ] And that wall.
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You're in luck.
[What's this, a ribbon of condoms stored in one of the built-in drawers behind the oak bar. Never let it be said the Rogues Gallery goes unprepared. Mick carefully tears one off, drops the others back into the drawer, kicks it shut with a boot as he turns back to settle between Gwen's knees again. This is going to be a little more awkward than usual with the gloves he can't risk removing, but he'll happily work with that.
His other hand slides up her thigh, dipping between them to run a thumb over the seam of her shorts before he pops the button.]
You wanna go in that order?
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[ not even begging, it's just a happy kind of "yes please!" response, the kind of that comes with somebody moving his fingers against the crotch of her jeans. yeah. she leans back, heels propped on the edge of the bar so she can shimmy out of her shorts, underwear sliding down with them. shoes stay on because she has no patience for untying her laces right now, which means her shorts get caught on her left foot, but that's fine. but there is one thing- ]
-- You gonna keep the gloves on? You're not gonna catch anything.
[ she grins because she knows that's not why he's wearing them but still. better to make a joke than to seem like she's insecure about it or something ]
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Trust me, I'd love the gloves off, but until this thing goes away...
[He shrugs and slips his hand back into the glove and immediately slides his hand up the inside of her thigh, and drags his thumb over her clit with a sharp-edged grin as his other hand snaps the button on his jeans and shoves them impatiently out of the way.]
Not all bad.
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[ but she grins wide when he shows her what he can do, and she's about to protest with a "hey! you said you'd tell me!" but clearly- the gloves, right, it's not a usual thing. but she's heard about people's powers being messed with, saw it happen to Barry first hand, so she'll let it go. and definitely not argue with the gloves.
especially once he's touching her, because the rubber feels a little weird, but not a bad weird. if anything it just feels kind of dirty. she'll have to read into that later. her hands are reaching for his hips, helping him push his pants down over them since he's only got one hand and she's feeling so damn helpful right now. her heels end up back on the bar once his pants are down around his ankles, and she spits against the flat of her fingers before reaching for his cock, trying to get him harder, a little slick. but that's- it's not comfortable, sitting that way, even for a spider-totem. ]
Nnh, other side. [ they're pretty close to the end of the bar, so it's not so much to ask for. and she says it without thinking to clarify, but maybe she doesn't have to once she lays back, her head tipping off the back of the other edge of the bar, hair dropping down ] You should fuck my face first.
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[He lets out a laugh, a low rumble, and saunters around the side of the bar. She's right at the perfect height if he stands on the rail, and what a view this is, goddamn. He's done something good to get a reward like this.
One hand slides over his cock, the rubber a little cool against it, stroking slow as he admires her all laid out like this on his bar, and he reaches out to slide the other over her throat, down the front of her chest to cup one breast.]
Guess I should. Gotta do what the customer wants.
[As much as he wants it, this will be on her terms, but just the idea of it wrenches a groan out of him as he steps up, the head barely brushing her lips.]
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it's really just making sure her top teeth don't drag too hard under the head of his dick. a little drag from her lower teeth can usually be hot in that place, but this is totally different. so. she's being careful. but once she's got that under control, her other hand is moving to his hip, fingers just sort of curling against his skin because she doesn't want to stop what she's doing to ask for more ]
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His fingers roll over her nipple, pinching lightly and rolling it through the fabric, and he wishes he could reach down enough to get his fingers between her legs, but that'll come soon enough. Meantime, he's too occupied with grinning down at her, admiring how goddamn filthy this is.]
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and okay she's sure most guys smile at some point when they're getting a blowjob but it's different when it's dirty and the rubber material of his gloves makes the pinch of his fingers a little harsher, and that's interesting. makes her moan again, whimper around him.
she uses that hand on his hip to grip a little tighter for a second, try and slow and stop his movement, because no, she can't deep throat, but she's drunk okay and maybe she just wants to see how far she can take him down, wants to feel him bump the back of her throat and swallow hard. like she already sees how dirty this is and wants to push it just that little bit more ]
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Mm, that's nice. You know you look good like this, don't you?
[He's not close enough yet for him to need to warn her, they can draw this out real nice, and he's planning on just that. He eases forward, pulls back, a slow, wet slide between her lips, all the way to the back of her throat.]
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after a little while, she does purse her lips to stop him from pushing back in after a long pull out, needing to suck in a few big breaths, clear her throat because it already does feel rough from the tease of his dick pushing back far. it's dirty, but Gwen loves dirty. which is why she decides after a little while to remove the hand from between her legs and reach up to drag them over his cock, adding her own slick there before she opens up wide, a sign that she's ready for him to fuck into her mouth again, like she needs to ask instead of just getting right back to it ]
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Not what I expected from the day. This is better.
[And it ends in another appreciative hnnn as he watches her slick him up with her own juices and then look up at him, like she needs permission to swallow him down again. It's not fast, he rubs the head against her tongue for a few moments, enjoying that difference in feeling, before he slides back between her lips with a groan, and starts to set another slow, lazy rhythm of fucking her mouth.]
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she kneels in front of him on the bar, reaches for his face with both hands so she can pull him in for a kiss. well, a lot of kisses. breathless and a little sloppy, but she's hungry for it ]
Wanna fuck me now?
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Wanted to when you walked in.
[But he's not complaining about what they've been getting up to so far. That goddamn mouth of hers, he'd be more than happy to get those lips wrapped around him again sometime, but for now, yeah, hell yeah, he wants to fuck her. One hand slides over her thigh to run a gloved finger along her wet cunt, circling over her clit.]
How do you want it? The bar or the wall?
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I want to not make anymore decisions, that's what I want. [ she grins, shakes her bangs back out of her face, hands moving away from his to rest on his chest instead ] Put me wherever you want, just fuck me.