Harvey chuckled warmly, grinding into Mike again. He’d usually have breezed right past this part, but now that he knew Mike was inexperienced, that was even more of a reason to slow it down and go at a slower pace. He didn’t want to rush him or to think that this was all about getting into his pants.
It was only a little bit about that.
Mike started getting cheeky and Harvey grabbed his wrists, pinning them over his head and leaning his weight on them. “Oh, I understand, Mike,” Harvey said against his lips, kissing him roughly. The towel was coming loose and right now he didn’t give a shit. They wanted each other and it wasn’t like they were teenagers even if they acted like it sometimes.
“He was an idiot,” Harvey told him quietly, kissing down his throat. “Anyone who has to be inebriated to be with you is mentally deficient,” he grazed his teeth over one of Mike’s collar bones, grinding his thigh up into his cock. “You are sexy,” Harvey said, sucking a bruise in the shape of his mouth on his shoulder. “And annoying,” he added with a dark chuckle. “And you make me fucking crazy, in the good way and that bad way.”