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Harvey’d never tried it before. You could tell he was a little nervous when you brought it up, like he wasn’t sure how he felt about the whole thing, but it was good to get him out of his comfort zone, right? And you had a feeling he’d like it.

But even with that hunch, you were shocked by how he responded when you nudged the tip of your finger up his ass.

You were settled in between his knees, your hand resting on one hairy thigh, watching the way his cock bobbed as you traced the soft puckered skin around his hole. His chest rose and fell, his lip caught between his teeth as he watched you. Poor thing looked so nervous, and if it weren’t for his clear arousal you would have backed off.

You were glad you didn’t, though.

Because all it took was half an inch of slicked up finger to send him to the moon.

His head fell back as you breached him, eyes squeezing shut, lips parting on a breathy groan. His cock jumped, a trickle of wetness forming at the tip, and his thigh clenched up all tight beneath your hand.

“Shhhhh, baby,” you cooed. “It’s okay. I got you. Feel good?”

A garbled, moaning affirmative made you smirk and sink your finger in deeper. Just one for now, just to give him a taste, but you had a feeling it wouldn’t be long before he’d be begging for more. His fists clenched at the sheets beneath him, his hips jerking up as he took you in. “Easy, baby,” you laughed. “Feels so good, doesn’t it? Gonna be a good boy and take a little more for me?”

Another yes, almost pained in its eagerness. You couldn’t help but wrap your hand around his cock as you pressed a second finger in. Nice and slow, feeling the way he made space for you, feeling for the firm bump that made Harvey let out a choked little wail. You’d never felt him so hard before, never seen him leaking like that, never heard him make the needy sounds that came out from behind his clenched teeth.

“You’re holding on so good for me, baby,” you said, pumping his cock as you pulsed your fingers within him. “Why don’t you be a good boy and come for me, alright?”

Instant results. You could sense him drawing up, see his stomach clench, feel him going impossibly hard inside your grip before great strips of white shot out onto his belly and chest. He was gasping, choking out tiny sobs, his climax seeming to linger as you stroked him dry.

“Alright?” you asked. He nodded, gazing at you with starry eyes. You smiled, kissed him on the knee.