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You fucked up.

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You've known him for years- it's not like you can pinpoint some specific point in time where your feelings shifted from friend to something more.

So you give the best answer you can, voice soft with honesty. "For a really, really long time.”

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You've never been this nervous driving to a house you've gone to a million times before.  

Your hands are almost shaking on the wheel as you pull into their street, the nerves getting the best of you. It's crazy, you've known Harvey for years - wait… that’s probably why this is so hard. You’ve been friends for years, and now that’s all being flipped around and tested with this latest development. You swallow the anxiety inducing thoughts down just as the house comes into view. You park in their driveway, breathing deeply in a failed attempt to calm your nerves and get your stupid heart to stop pounding. 

You get to the top step to find the door already open and he’s right there. You don’t have a chance to think about how he must’ve been waiting at the window for your car to pull in before he’s near tackling you into a hug.

He lets out a breathless little hum as his arms wind around you, holding you tight and burrowing his face into your shoulder. He takes a deep breath as he relaxes into you, tension leaking from him almost immediately and you can't help but laugh softly as you do the same.

"Hi," he mumbles into the fabric of your shirt, voice muffled. The way his arms tighten around you shows just how damn relieved he is that you actually showed.

“Hey.” you breathe, taking in the warmth of him pressed against you. It’s different than all the other times you’ve hugged, a soft pulse of something more sparking in the thin strip of air between your bodies. He pulls back just enough to look at you, all big, blue eyes with this look of awe-like wonder on his face that makes your heart skip.  

His hands grip your shoulders tightly, as if to steady himself. Then you see his gaze drop down to your lips, eyes widening ever so slightly, and you can't stop the shiver that goes through you at the almost hungry way he's looking at you.

The sound of a car driving by breaks the moment, both of your heads whipping around at the reminder you’re not even inside yet.

He blinks, cheeks flushing pink as he lets out a self conscious laugh. "We should... probably go inside."  

He steps back, reluctantly withdrawing his arms but still holding your gaze. Then he takes your hand and starts to lead you in. His palm is clammy, you note, and his fingers twitch in yours as if he can’t hold in his nervous excitement.

Soon enough you’re laughing over reheated leftovers. Harvey bashfully admits he’d wanted to try cooking for you, but Eun-mi had shooed him away, insisting she make sure you at least have something edible for your first date.

You laugh, shaking your head as you take a bite. "You're lucky she did that," you point out, teasing. "She probably saved us from food poisoning."  

He lets out an embarrassed laugh, hand running through his hair. "Oh, come on, I'm not that bad," he protests, shooting you a half hearted glare.

“Remember that one time you managed to set my kitchen on fire trying to make toast?” You grin at him through a mouthful of food, head resting on your hand.

He huffs in embarrassment, cheeks flushing pink as he ducks his head, "That was one time," he mutters defensively, taking a big bite of food.

You can't help but laugh, shaking your head at him. "One time that nearly destroyed my entire apartment," you reply with a teasing tone, leaning forward. "Seriously, the place smelled like smoke for weeks , Harvey.”

He pouts at you and crosses his arms with a huff. “In my defense, I was distracted. If you don’t remember, you walked in shirtless insisting I take a look at some bruise on your ribs.”

You scratch the back of your neck, a small look of guilt blooming on your face. He narrows his eyes at you as he examines your face. Then he lights up in realization, “You did that on purpose didn’t you??”

You raise your shoulders in an innocent shrug, fighting back a smirk. "Maybe."  

He shakes his head, rolling his eyes playfully. "So it’s your fault you lost a toaster that day then."

You both laugh at the memory, slowly turning your attention back to your food.

You’re helping him clean up in the kitchen when a wave of content washes over you. You pass him a dirty plate, smiling to yourself. “I guess it’s a good thing I never got any real luck from that stupid dating app I downloaded then.”

Then it’s his turn to look down with a guilty little smile.

Your brows furrow as you study his expression. "...What?" you ask slowly, giving him a chance to confess.

Harvey ducks his head further, avoiding your gaze as he fidgets with the plate in his hands before mumbling something so quiet you almost miss it.

"I may have ... sabotaged that.”

“I knew it!” You jab a finger into his shoulder. “All my chats would mysteriously disappear after we’d hang out. I emailed the support team over that you know?”

He cringes under your accusing finger, glancing up at you with a shy look. “I couldn’t help myself ok?” You chuckle at the admission, leaning back against the counter.

"You'd get all these... matches " he explains sheepishly, finally looking up to meet your gaze. "And go on these stupid dates that would last till 1am and I'd have to go a whole night without hearing from you-"

He cuts himself off suddenly, realizing how possessive he's inadvertently revealed himself to be. The pink in his cheeks deepens.

“Oh?” You lean in when he sets the plate down in the sink, “You were jealous.”

He groans, shoving your shoulder gently and trying to look annoyed. "Shut up," he grumbles, stepping back to lean on the counter of the kitchen island across from you.  

"It's just..." he mumbles, refusing to look at you. "I don't know- I didn't like all those random people trying to pick you up.”

You smile, a mischievous glint flickering in your eyes. “The same way you didn’t like it when my ex kissed me in front of you?”

His eyes widen in surprise. You continue, “Yea I noticed the way you glared at her. She thought you hated her or something.”

He groans again, dragging a hand down his face. "God, I thought I was being subtle. ”

He lets you step in closer to him without protest, his hands finding their way to your shoulders and settling there.

“You don't have to be jealous anymore though. You can kiss me all you want.”

He takes a shaky inhale at your words, those bright blue eyes of his fixed on yours.  

"All I want, huh?" There's a hint of a smirk on his face, a thread of confidence peeking through the nerves as he leans in. "That's quite the invitation.”

“I wouldn’t say it if I didn’t mean it.” Your hands squeeze his waist slightly and you can feel a shiver run through him.

He inhales sharply, face impossibly close to yours and cheeks flushed a pretty shade of pink. "Careful," he manages, gaze drifting down to your mouth before back to your eyes. "You keep touching me like that and I won't be able to stop myself.”

“Good.”

And then you’re pressing your lips to his and it’s perfect.

He makes a soft, surprised little sound at the contact but immediately leans into it and he's kissing you back, lips warm and so soft as they move against yours. His arms slip further around you, pulling closer and he lets out a surprised whimper as you back him toward the counter, pinning him against the edge.

It’s so much better than the first time. For one thing, the numbing buzz of alcohol isn’t running through your veins, so you can actually feel your heart rate pick up when his hands tighten on your shoulders. There’s no bruising pressure, no clack of teeth or shocked hands pushing you away like before. Just a smooth drag of lips against yours and tiny breathless sighs filling the space.

He melts under you, practically boneless in your arms as he lets out a shaky exhale against your mouth. God , you don't know how many times you couldn’t help yourself from imagining him like this, so pliant and willing as his head tips back ever so slightly.  

One of his hands moves to your hair, fingers burying in the strands as the other wraps more firmly around your shoulders. Possessive little thing, you can’t help but think.

In your subconscious attempts to drag him even closer, a thigh winds up nudging between his legs and he moans. The sound is broken, messy- caught between your lips as his grip in your hair tightens just a fraction.  

He pulls back slightly, panting hard against your mouth with pupils blown wide and cheeks flushed deep red. "You—" His voice comes out uneven as he gulps for air. "Fuck."

Then he’s surging forward to kiss you again like he can't not have his mouth on yours right now. Your hands grip lower and he makes a high sound in his throat when you handle him into sitting on the counters edge. You feel his thighs twitch under your hands, so you give them an experimental squeeze and he jerks under you, hips forcing themselves forward.

So damn sensitive.

You pull back slightly- just to watch the way his chest rises and falls rapidly, the way his lips stay parted in a desperate pant. Then he’s tangling a hand in your hair and yanking you back in with a breathless noise that goes straight to your core.

It only gets more desperate from there. Like every day you’ve spent side stepping around each other can be made up for with just one more touch, kiss, moan. You have to take a break from kissing him before you lose your breath, but you don’t pull back completely. Instead, your lips trail over the hard line of his jaw and down- down to the flushed column of his throat in hot, open mouthed presses.

Your hands press down into his thighs and you freeze for a moment when you hear him wince. The sharp lip of the counter must have dug in uncomfortably. He yelps when you grab underneath his thighs and pull them up off the counters edge, the movement knocking your hips together.

“Wait- um… we- we should probably move.” he sputters out with a hand at your chest to stop you from leaning in again.

He looks absolutely disheveled already- lips swollen, hair tousled- and yet he still has the presence of mind to think logically. He swallows hard as you help him down from the counter, his legs visibly shaking a little when they hit the floor.

God , you want to just throw him back on the counter and take him right here.

Instead, you take a shaky breath to steady yourself- forcing your eyes to look at his face and not the pretty flush that's worked its way all the way down past the open collar of his shirt. As you’re looking around the room for anything to distract you from the burning need in your gut, your eyes land on the oven clock.

“Hey… isn’t Toby usually done soccer by now?”

He follows your gaze to the clock before shuffling bashfully. “Well… I may have uh… begged my brother to take him for the night so we could- could have more time together.”

Your head whips back to him, taking in the way a small pleased smile spreads across his face- that little schemer.

Then he blushes even harder at the realization of what he’s offering and shrinks back against the counter.

"...Was that too much?" His voice is soft, unsure as his fingers trail nervously up your chest before stopping near the collar. "I just... I didn't want anything interrupting us.”

He’s gonna kill you. Literally fucking kill you without even touching you.

“You’re too precious.” you say breathlessly as you pull him forward to press a kiss to his forehead.

He flushes deeper, wrinkling his nose at your affection before burying his face in the crook of your neck with a groan. "Don’t call me that," he mumbles, words muffled against you before he’s carefully pushing you away and stepping forward.

He gets halfway across the kitchen before turning back to you with a knowing smile, “Coming?”

His voice is soft, inviting- almost shy as he offers you his hand.  

You don’t even think before moving to take it.

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Your feet barely manage to keep up as you’re all but dragged up the stairs.

“Harvey- wait did- didn’t Eun-mi want to talk before we did anything…” Your words don’t stop his determined steps.

“Don’t worry, she said one of us will probably s pontaneously combust if we have to wait any longer.” he explains, you can practically feel the way she must’ve rolled her eyes as she said it.

You stumble as you step onto the top stair, nearly crashing into him as he keeps pulling you along.

You manage to right yourself with a soft chuckle. "Spontaneously combust huh?" You raise an eyebrow at the back of his head.

He lets out an exasperated huff, not bothering to look back at you as he leads you toward the bedroom. "Paraphrasing.”

The door slams shut and Harvey all but throws you onto the sheets. You always forget just how deceptively strong he is…

His breathing is already uneven as he climbs onto the bed after you- legs bracketing your hips- his hands pressing you firmly into the mattress like he needs you to stay put. Then his lips are on yours again, hungry and desperate in a way that makes your head spin.

You drag your nails down the insides of his thighs just to feel him squirm before your hands trail back up to dip under his shirt. He gasps against your mouth, hips jerking forward involuntarily as he lets out a low whine.  

He has to break away, burying his face in your neck to try and muffle the sounds that keep wanting to escape his mouth. He lets out a shaky exhale against your skin, lips brushing softly over your pulse. "You're not playing fair.”

“Too bad.” You fist a hand into his hair and yank him back into a kiss.

His hips jerk at the tug and he moans into your mouth. You had a feeling he liked his hair being pulled but the confirmation makes you grin against his lips.

He makes another filthy noise as you keep pulling, his hips stuttering forward again, chasing friction. When he breaks away he’s panting, eyes dark with need and cheeks flushed redder than you've ever seen them.  

His voice is wrecked when he finally speaks, " Please .”

Something lights up in your brain at the word and your body moves before you can think. You barely process the fact that you’ve flipped him onto the mattress before you’re tugging each stupid button of his shirt open almost frantically.

He whines, hands gripping at the fabric of the sheets below him as he just lets you manhandle him. Those big blue eyes of his are fixed on you like he can't look away as his chest heaves.  

"Please-" His voice is shaky and he gasps when you finally shove his shirt open. "God, more-“

You mutter a light curse under your breath- if he keeps talking like that you don’t know how long this is going to last. You tilt his head to the side with a heavy hand, biting down just above his collarbone and sucking a deep mark into his skin.

His whole body shudders as you leave the mark, a loud moan tearing from his throat that he tries (and fails) to muffle it with a hand.  

You can feel the way his pulse jumps under your mouth- he's already so worked up and all you've done is touch him, kiss him- God , what would happen if you actually fucked him?  

He must see something shift in your expression because he whimpers before tugging at your clothes desperately. "Off." His voice cracks embarrassingly mid-word, making his cheeks flush even redder.

You give him the satisfaction of taking your shirt off, letting him run his hands over your chest before you grab his wrists in one hand. You gently kiss each one before slowly pressing them into the sheets above his head.

He whimpers involuntarily at the movement, back arching as you pin him down. His hands flex uselessly in your grip as he writhes under you, head tilting back to expose the flushed skin of his neck. " Please -" he gasps again, voice broken with a desperate whine. "I need-“

You tug his lip between your teeth, biting down softly as you drag a hand down to fuss with his pants. When you get the zipper down you feel him shudder in relief against you and fuck does it send a satisfied jolt of pride through you.

He bucks up into your touch the second you wrap a hand around him- his breath catching sharply as he throws his head back against the sheets with a whimper.  

"Finally," he groans, hips stuttering forward before freezing when you tighten your grip. "Fuck- you're going to be mean, aren't you?" He sounds almost giddy at the idea, eyes dark and blown wide as they stare down at where your hand is on him.

“Sounds like you want me to be, cutie.” You stroke him with a short flick of your wrist, grip just a touch too tight.

He lets out a strangled gasp, head thumping back against the sheets as those pretty blue eyes screw shut. His hands are still trying to pull free from your grip, like he desperately wants to touch you even though he seems to enjoy being held down.  

"Don't call me that , I-" He protests weakly, voice breaking halfway when you flick your wrist again.

“What should I call you then?” You pause to suck another mark into his skin, just above a hardened nipple this time. “Sweetheart? Darling? Angel?”

Every word makes him shiver, skin flushing a beautiful shade of scarlet as he whimpers, back arching to push his chest against your mouth. " Stop -" he gasps, but when his hands finally break free from your grasp they only pull you closer.

His hips give this tiny aborted jerk as he tries to buck up into your hand, but you just loosen your grip in response. “You- you’re cruel.”

Your voice drops to a sultry whisper as you bring your lips up to his ear, “But you like it, angel.”

He lets out a punched-out groan at the pet name- lips parting and eyes squeezing shut like he’s trying to compose himself before completely failing as you resume your rhythm.

His nails scratch at your back in frustrated little strokes. "Shut up," he whines, voice cracking as his hips stutter up again. “S-stop- fuck wait-“

You pull your hand off completely and he outright growls into your shoulder. You kiss him apologetically, leaning back to pull the rest of his clothes off.

He groans when you move away- but the second he realizes what you're doing (and how much faster this could be going if he wasn’t just lying there) he starts helping, scrambling to kick off his pants and nearly kicking you square in the chest in the process.

You have to grab his waist just to steady him, laughing as your hands squeeze into his hips. “Slow down.”  

He huffs at that, clearly offended that you think he should slow down when you’ve both been waiting years.

He fumbles with your pants zipper, letting out small curses with each failed attempt at getting your pants off. When they finally fall to the ground he exhales like he just broke out of a sprint.

You can’t help but giggle at his impatience, the sound making his eyebrows twitch in anger. A loud slap fills the room when he strikes your chest in retaliation and you jump slightly at the harsh contact. “Don’t laugh at me! You’re just as eager as I am.” You are.

He shuffles up the bed, reaching over to root around in the bedside table drawer before pulling out a bottle and a handful of condoms, throwing them onto the pillow beside his head before flopping down.

For some reason that’s when your brain decides to process what exactly you’re about to do and you freeze on the spot, swallowing on nothing.

“If you keep standing there doing nothing then I’m gonna pin you down instead.” he snaps.

You blink, snapping out of whatever stupor you were in to see him glaring up at you with a flushed face and messy hair and god dammit, he is just unfairly adorable even when he’s demanding.

You move toward the bed on autopilot, settling in between his spread legs and you can finally get your hands on each other again.

His arms go straight to the back of your neck, not pulling, just resting as he watches you move. You rest your hands on his thighs, gently pushing them further open. When you reach for the small bottle of lube you can’t help but notice the slight shiver under your palm, the way his gaze flits from your face to your hand then away, he’s nervous.

“Have you… done this before?” you ask with a reassuring kiss to his cheek.

His face burns at the question, and he can’t look you in the eye when he stammers out, “Well! I’ve… with Eun-mi you know? We’ve tried… just not as big-” He cuts himself off by shoving his hands against his face. “I’m sorry.”

Big? You have to bite back a grin—as much as you want to tease him for that, you know it’ll just make him more flustered than he already is. You kiss and nudge at his hands until he pulls them away. “Don’t be sorry. Look, if you’re not comfortable we don’t-“

“No!” His shout surprises both of you. “I mean… I want to. Like really, really want to.”

The admission sends sparks straight between your legs. “Then relax, I’ve got you.” You kiss his nose, delighting when it twitches- like a little bunny, you can’t help but think. He’d probably kill you if you called him that though.

You slick up your fingers, keeping his thighs spread with a squeeze of your hand. He jumps when you swipe them along his opening and you carefully press forward, rubbing in small soothing circles. He sucks in a sharp breath that turns into something like a whimper, his shoulders twitch, hands grabbing onto the sheets below him until his knuckles turn white.

"F- ah -” he gasps, whole body jolting as his eyes slam shut.  

You don’t move anymore than that, just watching and waiting as he struggles to catch his breath. He looks wrecked already- lips bitten red from him trying to muffle the pretty little sounds that keep trying to escape his mouth.

He pulls you in for a kiss, different this time. Soft, warm, welcoming. He starts to relax under you, enough for you to slide the tip of your finger inside him- 

“Mmn~” His fingers wind themselves into your hair.

You keep going, pushing each knuckle inside. It doesn’t take long for him to rock his hips down in small jerks. His breath hitches when you add another finger and he whines into your mouth, hand tugging at your hair insistently.

You curl your fingers, dragging them along his walls until- 

“Fuck!” It’s gasped out breathlessly between your mouths, his forehead knocking against yours as he shivers under you. “A-again.”

You comply immediately, rubbing against his prostate with the pads of your fingers and his body clenches around them, as if trying to pull you in deeper. It’s hard to stay patient with the way he keeps writhing under you, panting and pleading for more, please- fuck- more .

You somehow manage to get up to three fingers, spreading and thrusting them in a lazy rhythm, before you physically can’t ignore the aching need pooling in your gut.

He whimpers when you pull your fingers out- eyes fluttering open as he watches you reach for the condom.

"Finally," he breathes, dragging a hand down his face before reaching to wrap it around your wrist to stop you. "Wait, I want- I want to put it on."

You raise an eyebrow but let him take the foil packet from your hand anyway—he looks painfully eager as he tears it open and carefully rolls it down over you. He bites his lip when you take a moment to wrap a slick hand around your length. You can hear him swallow around nothing when you line yourself up.

“Are you-”

“Yes! God- stop worrying and go already.” he says with a light slap to your back.

You stare for a second before letting out a small laugh. His mouth opens- likely to chastise you- but then you’re moving . 

The sound that tears from his throat is guttural - bleeding into something sharp and high and so fucking pretty. His hands scramble to grip your arms, nails digging into skin as he throws his head back against the pillows. His mouth opens- but nothing comes out beyond a shaky exhale before he's biting down on his lip again to stifle any more noises.

God, the way his body just takes you in so easily as you bottom out inside of him- like it was made for this, made for you. It’s almost too much to handle without losing it right then and there.

You pull back slowly, ignoring the whine bubbling up in Harvey’s chest before thrusting forward again at an equally torturous pace. You keep your thrusts maddeningly slow, trying your best to ignore Harvey’s mewls about ‘not being made of glass’ and ‘you’re a fucking bastard you know that?’

He’s a complete mess under you by now- skin flushed all the way to his collarbones, pretty blue eyes hazy and half-lidded, body trembling and quivering like he can’t keep still anymore. His hips jerk up in aborted little motions as if he's trying to speed things up but he gives up when you press him back down- his hands falling to scratch down your chest.

The only reason you’re going so slow is because he keeps tightening around you. The feeling of him so perfect that you know the second you let go and start fucking into him earnestly you won’t be able to stop.

He lets out a desperate whine when you grind into him, not even trying to hide it this time, and something inside him breaks. “Please- please I need- I need more come on just… fuck me. ”

You’re helpless to resist that pleading tone- the way his nails dig into your arms as he outright begs . With a groan, you finally give in and pick up the pace- thrusting deeper, harder- until the bed starts rocking under you.

Harvey practically sobs with relief, back arching as his body trembles with each movement of your hips. "There- yes! Finally!" He pants between moans that only get louder when you lean down to press biting kisses along his neck.

It’s frantic.

You can’t stop yourself from taking everything you’ve been wanting. He’s so perfect under you, like he belongs right here, flushed and breathless as you press him into the mattress. “You have- ngh, no idea how many fucking times I’ve thought about this.” you groan into his ear.

He shudders under you, gasping in surprise as your words register- as if he hadn’t even considered that you might have been fantasizing about him too.

Then his hands are tangling in your hair again, pulling you impossibly closer as he whines right into your ear. "Say it again," he breathes out- voice wrecked and desperate. "Tell me what you thought about."

“Thought about you in my bed, just like this, taking me over and over. Thought about bending you over that stupid hotel bar that one time you decided to try skinny jeans. Thought about you- riding me on my living room couch. But fuck Harvey I never thought it’d feel this, good.” you punctuate your last words with two earth shatteringly hard thrusts.

He cries out- a sharp, choked noise that cracks in the middle as his body jerks under you. His nails dig into your back hard enough to leave marks as he shakes , overwhelmed by your words, by the way you’re moving inside him.

“Shit- fuck- I-I can’t-” His voice breaks, legs tightening around your waist before suddenly going limp- his whole body tensing for a single breathtaking second before he lets go with a punched-out sob.

You don't stop fucking him through it- drinking in every twitch and whimper until he's writhing again beneath you from overstimulation.

Then his hands are gripping at you weakly and pulling with barely any force behind it, eyes teary and glazed over as they flicker desperately.

"Wait wait wait - too much too much too much-" He babbles breathlessly when another wave hits him, making his whole body jerk underneath yours violently.

You kiss him hard enough to bruise as you slam in one last time. He whimpers against your mouth, body jerking—over sensitive and overwhelmed and beautiful.

He whines when you begin to pull away, arms and legs clinging to you stubbornly. "Stay," he mumbles as he hides his face against your neck. He’s still convulsing around you in waves and there’s a slick layer of cum and sweat dripping between you two. “But-”

“Stay,” he breathes out again, pulling you closer until every inch of him is pressed up against you, clinging to you like you’re his lifeline. 

It's messy, and he can't stop shaking, but he doesn't let go. He just keeps holding on- like he'll crumble apart the moment you're not touching him.

Your hand comes up to pet his hair, fingers gently running through his messy locks. "Alright, angel."

The endearment makes him shiver, but he doesn't argue. Just nuzzles against your neck and lets out a soft sigh as his trembling gradually subsides.

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You wake up with a face full of pink hair and a warm weight pressed halfway across your body. The sun is shining uncomfortably into your eyes as you vaguely remember prying clingy hands off so you could go get a damp towel to clean yourselves up. You smile at the memory, the way he’d pouted and huffed dramatically, as if you your actions were the most offensive thing he’d ever been subjected to.

Then you remember everything else.

You can almost hear the blood rush to your face and you’re scrambling to push the thoughts aside before your blood rushes somewhere else. You sit up a little, looking down at Harvey. He looks adorable, cheeks still a little flushed and hair all messy, sprawled out across your chest with one leg between yours.

His features are smooth, relaxed- all traces of tension, anxiety, and insecurity completely gone and god damnit it makes your heart clench with just how beautiful he looks.   

He shifts in his sleep, mumbling something unintelligible that makes your lip quirk up at the edge. How did you get so damn lucky?

You run your fingers along his neck, too soft to wake him up. A small sigh escapes him as he turns his head unconsciously, seeking out the touch.

Your fingers leave a trail of goosebumps along his skin, tracing over the marks littering his neck- your marks, you muse.

The little noises he was making as you marked him up flash through your mind, the way they started off hesitant and uncertain but slowly became more and more desperate.

You press a kiss to his hair, startling when it causes him to shift against you.

He tenses as his eyes flutter open, squinting against the sunlight with a small sleepy groan before his gaze lands on you and he smiles.

And then, just like that—he’s completely relaxed again, snuggling closer to you with this content little hum. "Mm… s'too early." His voice is rough from sleep (and maybe last night) as he clumsily grabs at your arm to pull it around him like some sort of makeshift blanket.

You glance over at the clock, “It’s almost 9am.”

He groans softly, burying his face against your chest before mumbling out a groggy, “Don't care."

You can't help but chuckle, fingers gently rubbing little circles against his back as he lets out another sleepy hum. You’d try to pry yourself out, but you’re sure that even in his sleepy state there’s no way you’re strong enough to actually accomplish anything.

“I’ll make you breakfast.” Bribery, might as well give it a shot.

He lights up, you got him, “Waffles?”

“Whatever you want cutie.”

He glares at you while he slowly peels himself away from your skin, “Told you not to call me that.”

He stretches his arms out beside you and you can’t help but reach out to poke at one of the marks on his chest. A small wince leaves him, your hand immediately jerks away. “Heh, sorry.”

He rolls his eyes, “I like them, idiot. It’s about time you got your mouth on me, the reminder that it wasn’t all a dream is… nice.”

The comment makes you blush, eyes following him as he stands up, his cute pink boxers coming into view as he frees himself from the blankets.

“You better get up. I was promised breakfast and if I don’t get it soon I’m starting round two.” he threatens, although the idea makes you twitch in excitement.

You practically launch yourself out of bed, quickly stepping to his side as you try to grab at him. He stops you with a hand at your face, squishing your cheeks with his fingers. “Quit it.” his voice is almost serious, demanding.

You give up with a huff, moving to grab your pants, but he just hooks a finger into the waistband of your underwear and pulls, dragging you closer until his lips press against yours in a soft morning kiss.  

“No time for clothes. Waffles.” He murmurs against your mouth before pushing you toward the door with a light shove. "Now."

You stumble a little, glancing over your shoulder at him. When you don’t immediately get walking he swats your ass, making you yelp in surprise before you finally head off towards the kitchen.

You’re rummaging around the drawers, looking for ingredients while Harvey very helpfully sits on the kitchen counter and won’t stop staring as you work.

He swings his legs idly, watching you with this stupid little grin- like he knows exactly how flustered you are and is enjoying it.  

Then he leans forward slightly, tilting his head as you grab the mixing bowl. "Make sure to add extra vanilla." He chirps before adding very unhelpfully—"Oh and sugar, I like mine sweet."  

You're going to strangle him.

“You’re really just gonna sit there huh?” you turn to glare at him, adding the extra sugar into the bowl before starting to mix.

He leans back with a smug little shrug, lips twitching up in this infuriatingly pleased grin.  

"Yep." He says simply.

You groan, putting down the whisk so you can grab him by his stupid pretty face and kiss him breathless again.

He shoves at your shoulders, clearly upset that his breakfast is getting delayed, but he kisses you back nonetheless.

"Now shut up and stop distracting me." You tease, picking the mixing bowl back up to start stirring again.  

He just hums, crossing his legs and leaning back on his hands to watch you work.

You’re too busy whisking away to hear the familiar click of heels against the kitchen tile.

“Baby!” Harvey hops off the counter before trotting over to Eun-mi with open arms.

She almost hugs him before grabbing him by the shoulders and giving him a look . She takes in his disheveled state- the marks on his neck, the way he's walking just slightly stiff.

Then her eyes flick over to you, scanning over your chest, “Jesus, did you two fuck or just beat each other up?” She’s clearly trying to suppress a chuckle.

You look down at yourself, at the scratch marks and hickeys littered all over your chest. You’re sure you have a matching set of scratches along your back and you don’t even wanna know what the areas of your neck you can’t see must look like.

Eun-mi makes a strangled sound that sounds suspiciously like a snort of laughter- almost like she's biting her tongue to hold it in. You shoot her a glare, but she just smiles sweetly- looking way to innocent for the thoughts you just know are going through her head.  

Harvey seems completely oblivious to all of this, hugging her around her middle and burying his face against her shoulder in an obvious attempt to hide the fact that he's blushing hard.

You smile with a shrug, “I mean, Harvey did hit me. Multiple times.”

Harvey pulls back to look Eun-mi in the eyes, “He deserved it!”

She snorts again, patting Harvey on the head affectionately before gently shoving him away.  

"Of course he did, sweetie." She says with a knowing smile. Then, in the same sickly-sweet tone, she adds-

"You're both idiots, you know that?"

“Your idiots now.” Harvey adds, practically beaming at her.

You turn back to add some batter to the waffle maker, pointedly avoiding looking at either of them.

Eun-mi saunters over, leaning against the counter beside you with a smirk before stage-whispering, "Did you have fun?"  

You flush, swatting her away with the whisk in hand and splattering her in batter.  

She lets out a squawk, jumping back to grab a towel before smacking you with it. "Oh you had lots of fun didn’t you?"

Harvey saves you from any further questions, “I got him to make waffles.” he declares proudly.

Eun-mi gasps dramatically, clutching at her chest as if this is the most shocking news she's ever heard.  

"Oh my God," she breathes out- eyes flicking between you and Harvey with this faux-serious expression. "Waffles? How’d he get you to actually cook with him in the kitchen?”

“He wouldn’t let me get out of bed. Your husband’s a clingy little shit.”

Eun-mi lets out a loud laugh at that, shaking her head.  

"That checks out." She says before pushing you to stop fussing with the batter- ignoring your halfhearted attempt to stop her. "So," she continues with a knowing smirk, “When's round two?"

You let out a squeak of surprise, jumping back from her when- “Running away?” Harvey’s hands slither around your waist. “That’s no fun.”

You wiggle in his grasp, shoving at his hands. “Guys cmon- the waffles-“

“Have a few minutes before you need to take them out.” Eun-mi reminds you, a careful hand tilting your chin towards her. “I gave you two the whole night alone, indulge me a little.”

She pulls you closer, hand shifting to card through your hair. Then she’s kissing your lips, and Harvey’s kissing your neck, and you’re dizzy.

Harvey steadies you by tightening his grip when you lean back against him. You gasp into the kiss at the touch and Eun-mi takes full advantage of it.

Soon enough they have you breathless, the assault of sensations quickly making you lose your composure. You groan when they switch places, Eun-mi covering Harvey’s marks with some of her own as he delves his tongue into your mouth-

Ring!

Your timer startles all three of you, a line of spit connecting your lips to Harvey’s when you pull back.

“I’ve gotta-“ you start.

You barely catch them share an evil little glance before Harvey pulls you further away from the waffle maker. “Relax, you did most of the work already, we’ve got the rest.” he whispers against your pulse as Eun-mi loads in another batch of waffles. You moan when he bites your ear, hand flying up to cover your mouth in embarrassment.

“Don’t be shy dear.” she croons, lifting your hand away. “I’m sure we’d both just love to hear you.”

They’re relentless, trading who gets to kiss where seamlessly as their hands trace teasing patterns against your skin. You’re slowly losing your breath with how they won’t leave your lips unkissed for more than a second, your hands reaching up to weakly push at their shoulders. You’ve lost track of time completely, trusting Eun-mi to keep track of the waffles as pleasure takes over your body.

You barely notice Eun-mi use up the last of the batter with how Harvey’s gripping your jaw and kissing you deeply enough to make you whine. She walks back over, nudging Harvey’s shoulder so he’s standing beside you instead, then she’s giving him a quick kiss before sinking to her knees.

Your heart stutters, lungs suddenly too tight, head foggy.

“Where’s all that cockiness from last night hm?” Harvey teases before licking a stripe up your neck. 

“He teased me all night you know? It was torture.” he tells his wife, biting down on your neck hard enough to make you yelp.

“He did?” she runs her hands up your thighs until they sit frustratingly close to your crotch. The thin fabric of your boxers doing nothing to hide how the two of them have affected you.

“Mhm, kept calling me cute and pushing me around.” he complains, although it sounds more like he’s remembering it fondly. You inhale sharply when his hand drops to your waistband, reflexively grabbing his wrist.

She just pulls your boxers down herself.

Well fine, if you can’t fight back you’ll just have to talk back. “He’s bitching about it now, but I made him come twice after.”

You watch her eyes light up at the comment. Harvey’s lips stutter against your neck.

“Had him nearly crying too.” He makes a small sound of embarrassment. Eun-mi looks like she’s hanging on your every word as she drags her tongue up the underside of your cock. “Oh and all that teasing? That got him so worked up he started begging.”

You shiver when she slides her lips over the tip of your length, moaning softly around you. Harvey looks mortified.

“But before that-“ A hand slaps over your mouth.

“That’s enough now! I think she got the gist. No need for-“ He yelps when Eun-mi pinches his thigh. Surrendering, his hand drops from your mouth as he lets out an indignant little grumble.

You tell her more about your night together. How he’d nearly kicked you trying to wrench his pants off, how you’d been so impatient you almost fucked right here in the kitchen. She hums and even giggles around the length in her mouth, reaching up to stroke you in time with the bobbing of her head and you… don’t last long.

Her tongue flits expertly along the dripping slit at the tip, swirling around before digging against your frenulum. She takes you into her throat with ease, delighting in the broken moan you let out and fucking winking as she quickens her pace.

On top of that, each recounted detail has a pleasant hum of electricity running through you before Eun-mi’s response makes you twitch and shudder. If that wasn’t already enough, Harvey keeps fucking kissing you everywhere, his hands not pausing against your skin for even a second. You barely manage to get out a breathless warning between his lips before you’re cumming with a stuttering moan.

You look down, realizing Harvey had also reached down to stroke you at some point, and now both their hands and a small corner of Eun-mi’s cheek are splattered with white. You collapse against the counter, your tight grip on the edge the only thing keeping you upright.

Eun-mi smells it first, “Is that…”

“Shit!” Harvey shouts, almost jumping over Eun-mi to get to the slightly smoking waffle maker.

“Seriously Harvey? You curse every kitchen you walk into, I swear.” You’re happy your words come out coherent with how breathless you feel right now.

Eun-mi stands slowly, stretching out as she laughs.

“It wasn’t my fault this time! You two decided to get all freaky in the middle of the kitchen.”

“An accomplice is just as guilty as the killer dear.” she chastises, pulling you in for a gentle kiss before washing her hands.

“And you were the only one that could walk over to turn it off.” you add.

He sputters, tossing the burnt waffle into the trash with a stomp. “Don’t gang up on me you arseholes.”

This is nice.

The banter, the gentle touches, the surviving waffles. It’s all just so nice. Your fork drops from your hand as you stare silently between them. She’s poking Harvey in the ribs for hogging the syrup and he’s fighting to hold it out of her reach, tongue sticking out mockingly. You swoop in, snatching the bottle and handing it to her before lightly smacking the back of Harvey’s head. Eun-mi hums out something that sounds like a thank you and you sit back down, satisfied.

“By the way, Harvey told me you were coming back last night, not this morning.” The unspoken question hangs in the air and Harvey sinks into his chair a little.

“He didn’t? Did he not tell you he scrambled to make plans to clear out the house the second he got off the phone with you?” She says around a bite of waffle.

“Eun-mi!” he snaps, although it comes out a little whiny.

“Oh really? He just let me believe we only had a few hours to ourselves until I actually got here.” You smirk at him, he glares.

“I didn’t want you to feel pressured!” Exasperation leaks through his flustered tone as he yells. You can hear his feet stomp at the ground as he talks.

The explanation makes your teasing smile soften. “Thanks angel.”

He freezes, clearly fighting back a smile at the little pet name before he covers his mouth and looks away.

“Angel? That’s new.” Eun-mi giggles, looking at you with an amused grin.

“I couldn’t just go with a pet name you’ve already claimed.” you explain before leaning in to whisper into her ear, “I thought about ‘bunny’ but I think he’d kill me.”

She laughs so hard she snorts and Harvey chokes on a bite of food. “BUNNY?” his voice cracks on the word, like just saying it is some kind of scandal. He’s not objecting to it though.

“Oh did you hear that, bunny?” You draw out the word, staring at his flushed face with your chin on your hand.

“Fuck- Shut up!” Still not an objection. The nickname stays then, you think.

You can hear Eun-mi kick at her husbands feet under the table. “Harvey, don’t be mean.” she says between giggles.

You stop teasing him and the moment fades, only a faint blush clings to his cheeks when Eun-mi speaks again.

“Did either of you wash the sheets afterwards?” She looks up from her plate, gaze flickering between the two of you.

You catch Harvey’s gaze and share a guilty look. She sighs, but it sounds more amused than disappointed. “Whoever puts them in the wash gets to fuck me once they’re clean.” She says it so casually, like she’s offering the last waffle. Her words don’t fully register until the screech of two chairs rings through the room.

And then you’re sprinting.

“First to the bedroom wins!” she yells, trying to mitigate the situation once you start shoving at each other.

You make it all the way to the bedroom door when Harvey grapples you from behind, yanking you just a half foot away from your goal. You let out a shout of surprise, wrenching and clawing at his hands.

“Give up Harvey, it’s not like you’ve never had your own wife before!”

“That doesn’t mean I’m suddenly bored of her- you give up!”

You’re still pulling and pushing at each other when you decide to change your strategy. Your hands fly to his sides, where you know he’s horribly ticklish and you don’t let up until his grip on you loosens. He’s still laughing when you leap into the room, closing and locking the door behind you for an indisputable victory.

Eun-mi must’ve heard the door slam because you can hear her voice call out, “Who won?”

“The newbie!” Harvey calls back with a huff.

You make quick work of stripping the bed, walking out with a smug grin as Harvey helps you carry the sheets. “I let you win.”

“Sure you did, bunny.”

He almost trips over his own feet before dropping his portion of the sheets back into your arms. “I’m not helping you anymore.” he pouts, crossing his arms as he walks ahead of you.

“If I had known all it took was a little nickname to get you this flustered, I would’ve tried it ages ago.” you tell him, carefully peaking over your mound of sheets to step down the stairs.

“Like you wouldn’t be just as flustered if I did the same.” He turns in the middle of the hall, an evil smirk tugging at his lips. “What if I called you ‘love’?”

You stop dead in your tracks. Love. The word had already been tossed around between the two of you, but it always represented the bond you shared as close friends. Hearing it on his lips, in his half naked state, covered in the evidence that your relationship has evolved, with that tone? A tone that’s so soft, so intimate that it has your heart squeezing embarrassingly hard in your chest. You bury your face in the sheets, unable to look at his stupid grin or the annoying little dimples forming on his cheeks.

He got you.

You feel a soft hand slide down your jaw, pulling your face free from the fabric and then he’s looking at you. Not in a teasing way, but in a way that tells you he meant it when he called you that. You close your eyes when he kisses your forehead, a pleased little hum escaping your lips.

Then he’s gently slapping your cheek and practically skipping off to the dining room. “Make sure you use the detergent for whites love.” he throws the name out there, much more casually this time but it’s still enough to make your breath hitch.

You’re so terribly screwed for this man.