Since they’d been here he’d revealed more and more of himself to Mike, little things here and there, things about where he’d grown up and his family. He’d be happy to talk about it some more, maybe, later not now, now was much too nice without bringing the past into it.
Mike felt good under him, a warm solid heat he could push into the mattress. He couldn’t go anywhere, couldn’t leave like this and maybe that was reassuring, to know he wasn’t alone because Mike was right there under him.
His hands on him felt good and he liked how slow it was, that slow burn he’d been thinking about the other day. Harvey’s eyelids flickered as he reached the towel and then changed direction again. He felt the muscles in his shoulder twitch, clearly desperate for attention.
Harvey usually avoided inexperience, only because it could lead to complications. It wasn’t quick and it was always going to make things that little bit more complicated. But what was more complicated when it came to them. “I didn’t think you were,” Harvey said with an amused little smile, pressing into him again hoping he’d shudder like that for him over and over. “So you’ve never been fucked?” He asked, his voice a little deeper and deceptively casual. “Have you thought about it?”