This is your NSFW soft-dom Harvey thing warning.
Harvey was never one to use degrading language, either in or out of the bedroom. He always spoke respectfully, even in anger, and it was important to him that you never doubted that he held you in the highest esteem
However, that doesn’t mean he couldn’t be a little… condescending when the mood struck him.
Like when you’d moan into him as he kissed you, your lips parting, tempting him to press in harder, deeper. But he’d pull back instead, tip your head up by your chin, rub his thumb over your bottom lip, smile down at you with a mixture of affection and playfulness. “Those sounds you’re making… just from a kiss? So eager. Is there something you’d like, sweetheart? You know you just have to ask.”
Or when he was working you between your legs, those capable hands bringing you up so quickly that he’d laugh. “Oh honey, you need this so badly, don’t you? Have you been thinking about my hands on you all day?” And then he’d stop, because he could be kind of a jerk like that, and chuckle when you’d groan. “Oh you do need it, don’t you? You poor thing. Tell me what you need and I’ll take care of you.”
Or when he’d press his hand into the small of your back, make you arch for him, make you tighten and whimper. “Listen to you, sweetie. You sound so desperate. Do you need me to go deeper? Would that help? It would? Mmm, I thought so. Arch your back more for me, there you go. Good, good.”
But in the end, there was no keeping his tone from changing, from losing even the hint of an edge and devolving into honest, effusive praise. He’d tell you how incredible you looked, how well you were taking him, how proud of you he was. He’d speak with gasping, shaking words, spoken as the truth they were. That he loved you, that you were everything to him, and that he would always, always be there to give you exactly what you needed.
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