A/N: So I wanted to explore this theme but all three ideas came up and I felt like exploring them all. Hence this triad of small fics, which are essentially variations on the same theme. I see them as parallels, not necessarily coexisting, so you can pick which one you like best to be the "canon" one :)
Thank you to Isa for the inspiration!
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He's having his way with her tonight. She likes being in charge of things in her daily life, and she does it well, finds that she's a natural at managing things and people. But in bed she likes to let go, give the reins over to Harvey, let him take charge because he's great at it as well, outside the bedroom and especially in it.
She likes being pliant, bending this way or that, lying on her back or on her stomach or going on all fours for him, doing everything he wants. It makes him look powerful to her, and she's told him before that Harvey wielding the power he naturally exudes turns her on like nothing else, always has.
Unless he's feeling particularly devious, he usually does whatever she asks of him as well, going faster or slower or choosing a specific position depending on what her mood is for the night. It works perfectly for them, this exchange of trust and love and intimacy, both giving and taking in equal measures, and taking pleasure in seeing the other enjoy themselves.
Tonight she asked for hot and hard and he's delivering, his hips smashing into hers relentlessly. His hands hold her ass cheeks apart so he can hit deeper, her knees are bent under her chin and it's such an onslaught of pleasure she could cry.
He pulls her hips towards him and tilts them up, and his next inward stroke hits so good she cries out. He does it again and she cries out again, breathless and completely out of her mind. She has a vague notion that she's being loud but she can't find it in her to care.
Suddenly, Harvey's hand clamps her mouth shut. She's been loud before and he's never seemed to mind, doubtful his downstairs neighbors could even hear anything, so his move comes as a slight shock.
She opens her eyes and finds him still focused on her, but his hand doesn't move.
"What?" she asks, voice muffled by his palm.
"I'd like to last more than 3 minutes and the way you're moaning is not fucking helping," he tells her, strangled and strained. His jaw is clenched and the vein on his temple is bulging and she can see he really is close.
Realization that she has this much of an effect on him burns like fire inside of her, pooling between her legs. He's manhandled her all night, done as he pleased, and yet it only takes a few moans from her and he's about to come, just like that.
It makes her feel powerful as well, knowing she can reduce this hunk of a man to a teenager with just her sounds, that she drives him to the brink just like he does with her.
She grabs his wrist and pulls his hand away from her mouth. "Say that again," she says, voice husky and low.
He looks a bit surprised but leans in nonetheless, licking a path up her neck that has her shivering, biting her earlobe and making her hips buck, and finally reaching her ear.
"You sound so fucking hot it drives me out of my mind," he murmurs in a dangerous tone, his hips still moving into hers, their skin slapping, and she closes her eyes, the waves building inside of her at a quick pace. "I could come just from the way you moan my name," he finishes, and that's what does her in.
She topples over the edge, her core clenching wildly around him, her back arching off the bed. It's powerful and unexpected, because she doesn't usually have a hard time orgasming but she'd never been pushed over the line by his words. It's a new level of want, she thinks faintly as her body spasms.
Harvey slows down, letting her ride out the pleasure, and when she finally relaxes a bit she finds him looking down curiously at her.
"Did you really just come?"
She chuckles airily, finishing it in a sigh. "What can I say? You telling me my voice turns you on really worked for me."
He smirks. "Well, it's the truth," he leans down again, kissing her neck and resuming his movements slowly. "Can't tell you how many times you talked to me over the intercom and I'd imagine you moaning or screaming my name."
She closes her eyes, letting his words wash over her. It's no secret that they fantasized about each other throughout the years, and that subject has been fodder for many good nights already, but every reminder she gets that Harvey wants her, has been wanting her for years, hits her like the first time. It's not that she wanted to be objectified by him or seen as just another hot bimbo, she appreciates all the respect she always got from him. But she wanted him so madly for so long that some days she just wanted Harvey to want her like he wanted every other woman, she wanted him to treat her not with respect but with desire.
And she's not naïve enough to think he's never done the same with other women, or told them the same thing about their moans, but she also knows she's different to him, just like he's different to her, and they may have experienced similar things with other people but it was never this perfect.
"Well, we can make that fantasy happen real quick," she replies, biting her lip when she feels his hand snake between them and tease her clit.
"I know we can," he says, "'Cause I know exactly what to do to make you get there." He punctuates his words with an expert thrust and she gasps. It's barely been a few minutes and yet she can already feel the pressure building inside of her.
"Oh God, you're gonna make me come again," she breathes out, her nails digging into his back as their hips fall in sync and he speeds up.
"Well, I won't last, the least I can do is return the favor," he chuckles.
And he does.
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II
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Donna has never been particularly quiet in bed. She's carefree and not afraid to let loose unless they actually need to keep the volume down, which she's good at doing as well. It doesn't change their dynamic or how much they enjoy themselves and each other in bed, it's just a fact.
Tonight, however, she's extra loud. She had a stressful day at work and those usually mean one of two things: she'll either want it super slow and tender, maybe in the bathtub or spooning, his hand caressing her skin gently and making her come with a sigh, or she'll want it rough, quick, not much foreplay or beating around the bush, just him operating her body like only he knows how.
She picked the second option this time, and he's taking her from behind, one palm kneading her breast roughly, tugging on her nipple, while the other rubs tight little circles over her clit. The milky skin of her ass sports red marks from where he spanked her earlier, and her loud whines echo around his room, making him glad he has no neighbors.
She's incredibly hot, and he's never lacked confidence in the bedroom department - quite the opposite, actually - but he sometimes can't believe he's with such a beautiful, sexy, confident woman. She's the most amazing woman he's ever met and every moment with her feels ten times more meaningful than anything else he's experienced, including sex.
It makes him want to work extra hard to make her feel good, but it also presents some... technical difficulties. Like the ones he's facing right now, where every moan and mewl of Donna's shoots straight to his groin and brings him closer to an embarrassingly early finish.
"Donna," he calls out.
"Yes?" she answers after a long moan.
"I'm gonna need you to-"
"Fuck, that's so good," she gasps, grinding into him when he thrusts upwards, hitting her walls, and he grabs her hips a bit more forcefully to ground himself because she just proved his point.
"Yes, and it's gonna end soon if you don't stop moaning like that," he lets out through gritted teeth.
She looks at him over her shoulder and even through the fog of desire there's curiosity in her quirked brow and faint smirk.
"Seriously?" she asks.
"Seriously," he nods hastily.
She grins at him, and he feels his cheeks burning a bit but he remembers very well how she came in three minutes just last week, so he knows she's not actually making fun of him.
"Okay, I'll try to keep quiet," she snickers and bites her lip, watching him.
He recenters himself and picks up his rhythm again, focusing on his moves and the way his cock slides in and out of her.
When he looks at her again he can tell she's making an effort. She continues watching him, the sight probably helping her along, and he can hear panting and low, strangled whimpers, but she keeps the moans at bay, instead sinking her teeth further into her lower lip, gasping silently or gritting her teeth as well. She looks beautiful and disheveled, her brows creased in pleasure, eyelids heavy. She looks like every man's wet dream and it strikes him again how lucky he is.
He kneads her ass, smooths his palm over it and then slaps it again. She cries out, the sound so erotic and wanton and laced with pleasure it sets all his nerve endings on fire, which is intensified by the additional slickness he can feel between them.
"Sorry, I couldn't hold back," she says, sounding genuinely contrite, and maybe he went about this all wrong because the sound she just let out might be the best thing he's ever heard.
"Never mind, I take it back," he shakes his head, drilling harder into her, "Do whatever you want."
She chuckles again but it ends in another moan. Donna leans down, thrusting her hips upwards, half her face buried in the sheets as she whines repeatedly at the new angle. The sounds drive him mad, luring him to the brink, and he wants to hold out for her but he's not sure he can.
"Yeah, I'm not gonna last," he grunts, gritting his teeth and trying to focus on keeping up his measured strokes while his fingers double down on her clit.
"I don't care, just don't stop what you're doing," she moans, eyes shut and hand reaching out to grab his forearm tightly. Her nails dig into his skin and he thinks she's close and hopes he's right.
He pulls all the way out and slams into her and Donna contorts beneath him. He does it again, her walls tight around him, and his fingers flick her clit insistently until she's crying out sharply, clenching and unclenching as she half-sobs her way through her orgasm. The last thing he can think to do is thank the Heavens that she came, because she's not even done yet when he grunts and spills inside her.
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III
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Tonight it's slow and sensual, both having teased each other to the brink of sanity several times already. She loves how well they know each other's bodies, how they know exactly where and how to touch. She loves watching Harvey's reactions as well, his hands fisting around the sheets or her arm or thigh, the way his eyes get dark and intense, the way his brows crease a little, lost between focus and sensation.
He looks handsome pretty much all the time, but he's never more handsome than when he's naked for her, his skin covered in a sheen of sweat and his muscles tense, his voice gruff in her ear as he grunts in time with their movements or murmurs dirty little things to her.
Which she's not hearing much of tonight. He was chattier when they were warming up, but that's stopped since she got on top and finally sunk down on him, moving her hips expertly the way she knows he likes. She can feel his strong hands on her hips, fingers digging into her ass as he pulls her down on his lap. His eyes are focused on her and his jaw is clenched, which tells her he's enjoying this, but his silence still strikes her as odd.
"You're awfully quiet tonight," she says as she slows down, circling her ass against his groin and watching as his eyes close and he inhales. "Am I doing something wrong?"
He frowns, seemingly distracted. "What?"
"You're being kinda quiet," she repeats softly, trying to show him he can be honest with her if something is bothering him.
Her heart warms at the way he seems to understand where her insecurities are coming from, his face instantly softening, and he squeezes her flesh. "It's just 'cause you got me too on edge," he tells her with a smirk, "I'm trying not to end our fun too quickly."
Her stomach flips at the implication of his words and she almost grins at her own foolishness. He was quiet not because there was something wrong, but because there was something too right.
She leans down and captures his lips, smiling against them at the way his warm, big hand slides tenderly up her back.
"I don't care if our fun ends quickly," she says quietly when she pulls back, keeping their bodies close as her hips resume the tiniest of movements. "I don't want you to hold back."
Harvey exhales heavily at her words and her sultry tone, his eyes falling closed again.
"I want you to let it all out," she goes on, watching his face closely as it contorts in pleasure at the way she's sliding against him, up and down, again and again.
For her final trick, she leans in again, lips close to his ear. "I wanna hear you moan my name," she whispers finally, her tongue grazing his earlobe, and he grunts, squeezing her hips again.
She clenches tight around him on her next way up and a low moan escapes his throat, ending on her name.
It sends a spark of heat down her spine and she bites her lip. "Yes, just like that," she whispers in encouragement, repeating her movement and getting the same moan from him, only louder.
He truly does let go then, surrendering to pleasure, letting her ride him however she wants. She keeps her slow tempo, making sure to intensify every sensation, holding him tight inside of her, grinding into him on her way down, and all the while Harvey just grunts and moans, his eyes closed, entirely at her mercy.
The sounds flood her bloodstream, make her body pulsate around him. "I love your voice like that," she tells him, her own voice breathy and low because she, too, has surrendered to pleasure.
She sucks on his pulse, speeding up a fraction, and her hand finds his, bringing his palm to her breast and kneading it, giving him a sign of what she wants.
She pants as he works her but soon enough he stops. "I'm gonna-," he tells her, strangled, breathless, his eyes shut tight.
She doesn't let up, speeding her movements even more. She's not as close as him but watching him lose control and let go beneath her is good enough for now. She knows he'll make it up to her.
She tells him to open his eyes and sits up, bouncing wantonly on his lap, and it's barely minutes until he comes, a delicious strangled whine tumbling from his lips.
As soon as his breathing is minimally under control he pulls her down again, kissing her hungrily, holding her close. He flips them then, pulling out. "It's your turn to moan my name now," he tells her lowly, menacingly, and that mixed with the feeling of his cum sliding down to her ass is almost enough to make her do it.
When she finally does moan his name, she can feel him smirking against her folds.