A/N: This very plotless thing was inspired by this Instagram post: /p/CSaPs13FcWl/?utm_source=ig_web_copy_link

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"I like it when you tell me what to do," she murmurs almost against his mouth, her nipples brushing his chest, her eyes looking deeply into his.

His eyebrows quirk in amused surprise. "I thought you liked bossing me around."

She's undeterred, brushing his nose with hers, ghosting her lips over his. "That's work," she murmurs, "This isn't."

"Yeah?" he asks again, confirming he heard her right.

Donna bites her lip and nods, an expectant thrill cursing through her veins, waiting to see what he'll do. He takes a second, looking down at her breasts. She sways, brushing them against him again, and his hands find her ass, kneading her flesh before sliding up her back, big and warm and possessive. He locks his jaw, nostrils flaring as he takes a breath, and when his eyes return to hers they're even darker than before.

Her clit throbs and before she can say anything else he surges up, capturing her lips in a hungry kiss, his tongue invading her mouth like it owns the place. She hums against him, relishing the feel of his palms digging into her spine, holding her close. Despite all the years believing otherwise, Harvey has an unparalleled way of making her feel desired, and just the memory of the way he feasts on her body is enough to leave her electrified for days on end.

He kisses her until she's out of breath, and when they part he moves to her neck and leans up, holding her to him as he shifts them to a sitting position. He's hugging her and licking her neck and his breath is hot on her skin and she feels consumed by him, her body aching for more. She's about to ask him for it when he pulls back.

"I want you to rub yourself on my leg," he tells her, voice gravelly, ending on a pant. The instruction sends a flash of heat down her spine and she readjusts on his lap, angling her hips so her folds rest directly on his thigh. She starts moving, feeling ticklish at first until her desire spreads over his skin and she starts gliding easily.

"Fuck, you're so wet," he groans into her shoulder before getting back to her lips, though his rhythm is off, mouths latching and unlatching onto each other, lost between needing oxygen and each other's taste.

She speeds up, the sensation different from his talented fingers and mouth but interesting nonetheless. Then she tilts her hips forward and whimpers as her clit starts being teased.

"Yeah, just like that," he tells her darkly and goes back to sucking on her pulse point, his own hand coming to squeeze the base of his cock. It stands tall and proud between them, bumping against her thigh as she moves, and she feels a pang of longing for it, but the buzz of following Harvey's directions is greater.

His other hand tangles in her hair, fisting around the strands and adding a bit of pressure. "You like it when I pull your hair?" he asks against her ear and gives her a tug, eliciting a moan from her.

"Mmmh yes," she replies and pleads at once, and Harvey tugs again, a little more sharply, to expose her throat, making her moan again. He nibbles on her skin, keeping a tight hold of her hair, and she speeds up, frantically rutting against his leg, feeling her body start to tingle.

He starts stroking himself, measuredly and just enough to soothe his need, and she struggles to keep her eyes open in order to watch, feeling her core throb even more at the sight. She loves watching him handle himself, loves the sense of power he exudes when he does. Her movements quicken even more and she bites her lip again, groaning at the surge of desire welling up inside of her. She's close, but this isn't enough anymore, she needs directed pressure.

"Harvey, I need more," she whines.

"Then give yourself more, and tell me when you're about to come," he replies, sucking on her earlobe, and in a second her fingers find her core, taking the place of his thigh and running tight little circles on her clit, mapping her folds, teasing all the places she likes as her hips slow down, riding his leg languidly now.

Her eyes fall shut and she moans out his name, lost in a daze of pleasure. It doesn't take much before her breath is faltering. "I'm gonna come," she gasps out, just like he told her to.

"Stop touching yourself," he commands then and she almost sobs in frustration. Her hand doesn't immediately obey and Harvey takes her wrist, forcing her to stop. She opens her eyes, ready to fight him when he lays back. "Come here," he tugs her upwards, "I want you to come on my face."

Her breath hitches at his words, his voice, the look on his face, and she almost comes from that alone, her core spasming wildly. But the promise of his tongue on her is too good to pass on and she obeys eagerly, crawling up his body and sitting over his face, grabbing the headboard in front of her for support.

He teases her with the tip of his tongue, tickling her folds, before getting his full mouth on her, kissing her hungrily like he'd kissed her lips earlier. She cries out, her body jerking, and his hands come to her thighs, holding her in place. He laps greedily at her, devouring every last inch, and she feels like his favorite snack. The thought makes her whimper and she grabs his hair, feeling her insides twist and turn in agonizing pleasure.

He flicks his tongue over her clit, sucks it into his mouth, and by now she's grinding down on him shamelessly, not even remembering to wonder if he can breathe. He doesn't seem worried, though, sucking hungrily on her folds, and the wet slurping sounds help push her over the edge with a final stroke of his tongue on her clit. She comes loudly, writhing on top of him, feeling her desire drip down her thighs, probably coating his chin.

The world tunes out for a second as she struggles to catch her breath, leaning against the headboard for extra support now that her body feels completely boneless. Harvey strokes her skin gently, kissing her inner thighs and caressing her sides. Once she's slightly recovered she caresses his hair, a thank you of sorts, and he takes it as encouragement to take his kisses further up, gently teasing her folds with tiny pecks.

At first she's a bit overstimulated, but he goes slow, building her up until he's eventually eating her out again, tongue flat against her as heat starts to rise within her.

Once he deems it enough, he lets go. "Are you ready for me?"

She gets a flash of the feeling of his thick cock inside her and her core clenches. "God, yes."

"Good," he says and tugs on her hips, motioning for her to slide down his body and stopping her once her face is aligned with his. "Now I want you to fuck me," he tells her, and the words make her feel powerful despite the fact that he's the one calling the shots, "And when I'm about to come I want you to take me in your mouth."

She appreciates the inversion of roles, already eager for every next minute of this even though it hasn't been long since her last orgasm.

She smirks down at the fire in his eyes and dips, licking her juices off his chin and humming as she tastes herself. Then she kisses him, just as hungrily as he'd kissed her, and settles herself over him, fitting his dick between her folds and sliding, coating him in her wetness. It's Harvey's turn to groan, his hold on her waist tightening, and she teases him a bit more before lifting off and sinking down on him with a gasp.

He fills her perfectly, and even as drenched as she is she can still feel him stretching her, rubbing up against her walls. She sits up and starts slow, circling her hips, sliding back and forth, enjoying his moans. Harvey snakes his hands up her torso, palming and kneading her breasts, and she covers his hand with hers, encouraging his moves. He plucks her nipples and she whimpers, letting her head fall back and speeding up, soon bouncing on his lap; she's come once already and she's less patient now.

"God, I love riding you," she gasps as he starts thrusting up, hitting deep, making her cry out.

"I love you riding me too," he grunts, and one hand stays on her breast while the other comes down to her mound, teasing her clit. She's not sure she was rushing to come just yet but his touch on her as he moves inside her is heavenly, and she reminds herself he's in control tonight.

"Play with your tits," he tells her and she obeys, taking her breasts in her hands and kneading harshly, too out of it with pleasure to be sensitive. Harvey squeezes her ass, spreads her cheeks to hit even deeper inside of her, rubs her clit more tightly and she's on the brink again, almost annoyed at how good he is at pushing her buttons.

"Are you close?" he asks.

"Yeah," she mewls.

"Then come for me," he demands, and she does, clenching her walls tightly around him, body rocking with her orgasm as her hands come to his chest to support her. He keeps thrusting, intensifying her ecstasy, drawing out incoherent moans from her, until she's all spent.

"Holy shit, Harvey," she pants.

"Yeah?" he smirks and she nods, not even mad at his smugness.

"Then off," he tilts his chin and she bites her lip around a grin, excited to finally bring him to his metaphorical knees like he just did to her.

She stares him straight in the eye as she climbs off of him, nestling between his legs and taking his cock by the base. She bites her lip and admires him, long and thick, glistening with her desire, looking delicious and all hers. She trails her tongue from the base to the tip, tasting him like a popsicle, and finds his gaze again as she envelops the head with her lips, sucking sharply and making him moan helplessly, her favorite sound in the world.

She starts bobbing her head, alternating faster moves and tongue strokes and her palm twists around the base.

"Yes," he pants, his eyes shut tight and head thrown back. She loves him in charge but she also loves how completely he gives himself over to her, how vulnerable he allows himself to be, completely trusting her to catch him when he falls.

She hums as she takes him in deeper, feeling him against the back of her throat, and he groans, his hips jerking up slightly. His eyes fly open - despite being in charge, she knows he likes to be cautious when he's giving him head, never wanting to force anything, but tonight she's okay with him forcing a bit and so she doesn't hold his hips down when she repeats the motion. They buck again and she speeds up, twirling her tongue along the ridge at the tip, brushing his slit with her lips and tasting him, plunging back.

His breathing is heavy and quick and his hand circles her wrist to signal he's close too. She doesn't pull back, hollowing her cheeks and giving him an extra thorough tug, and then he's spilling down her throat with a strangled groan, his abs contracting and exposing his muscles even more.

She licks every last drop, having as much patience with him as he did with her, until he's completely collapsed on the bed, made putty in her hands. She goes up to join him, grinning at his relaxed smile. She may like it when he tells her what to do, but he likes it just as much.