Normally, Mike loves being on his back when Harvey fucks him with slow, deliberate thrusts that make his teeth ache like he's been eating ice cream, make his spine melt, one vertebra at a time. He gets to see Harvey's intent stare soften, gets to watch Harvey's face flush, his lip bitten hot when Harvey comes.
Tonight he's getting dozens of those perfect, diabolically aimed thrusts, but he's not enjoying them much. He's squirming, gasping, sweating, trying to lift his ass off the bed, and Harvey's glaring.
Note to self. Never tell Harvey he spanks like a girl.
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