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Harvey never knew what to do with his hands. Which is silly, since he was a doctor, and if he should know one thing it is what to do with his hands. He can control them when he’s pushing a syringe into somebody's shoulder, he can control them when he’s tying his tie in the mornings.
Oh, but when you’re there.
And you are.. all that you are.
Magnificent, Harvey thinks, brilliance tucked into an off the shoulder sweater and jean shorts. He cannot control himself.
He really is too old to be acting like this, to be acting like a teenager again, getting half-hard just because when told him you were gonna go play pool with the girls you pressed your palm to his chest and leaned all close like it was a secret. And it’s even worse that he’s in public , talking to Gus like he isn’t throbbing in his pants because everytime he looks over to check on his wife, you’ve got yourself bent over the pool table trying to get a good shot.
Maybe it’s the stress, all these years of being an anxious, guarded man. He hasn’t felt this sort of relief, he hasn’t had something so pretty in his grasp in ages; Your eyes are enough to drive any man into insanity, and you’re all his?
Harvey slides his glass of wine back a bit on the wooden counter, inhaling deeply and lifting himself off of the worn stool. He clears his throat, trying not to make it obvious when he adjusts the crotch of his pants before taking steps away from the bar.
He heads in your direction, his eyes avoiding any part of you from your collar down, but it didn’t help because your hair was away from your neck, your shoulders clean and without blemishes, without marks, and—
I should change that, Harvey thinks, when he finally grabs your attention.
“I need to talk to you,” He says through his tightened jaw, his eyebrows creased. Harvey doesn’t realize he’s clenching his fists so hard his fingertips are turning pale or that he must look angry because your eyes soften the way they do when you’re worried.
He relaxes his shoulders, attempting to not scare you, for christ’s sake.
“Just for a second, darling,” He mutters, placing his hands on your arms, turning you around. He starts to guide you past the game room, past the bar, down the hall towards the restrooms and storage.
“Harvey?” You question when his hand slides down your spine, and he stops you, right before the bathroom. Your husband shakes his head, the back of his neck heating up and the tips of his ears pink. Harvey opens the door with his elbow, which he had rolled his button up sleeves above when you called him baby while the night was getting started and he had to cool himself off.
“Harvey,” He hears you chuckle when he shuffles both of you into the saloon restroom, making haste to lock it and crowd you against the sink counter.
His hands rest right where your thighs lean into the granite, his watch ticking away the seconds that he should be spending with company, the seconds you and him should be having a few drinks and a good time. But Harvey, very clearly, decides he wants to fuck you instead.
“Are you alright? Why’re we in the bathroom?” You giggle, so sweetly.
Harvey swallows that laugh, kissing your lips, his knees almost buckling when he finally is rewarded with the taste of you.
“You’re killing me,” Your husband confesses while pecking the corners of your mouth, leaning his face closer, dragging his lips across your jaw. His fingers lift to card through your hair and to replace them he uses his hips to keep you where he wanted.
“Need—” Harvey kisses under your ear. “—you.”
Heaven couldn’t compare to the sigh that falls from your mouth.
“So bad,” He mutters, his fingers moving up under your sweater. When your stomach sucks in at the feeling and your breath hitches, he can’t help but whine. He cages one of your legs with his, pressing his erection up against your hip. “You look so beautiful,” Harvey’s hands travel to fumble with your bra clip and that’s when you suck in a breath, your palms going to his chest and giving just the smallest bit of resistance.
“Not here,” You whisper, your cheeks feeling hot.
He groans, his head dropping a little while he grabs you tighter, pulls you closer, “ Yes here,” Harvey whispers back.
“Please darling,” he begs, “Don’t make me wait, I can’t—”
You start to shake your head and he grabs your face to stop it, kissing you hard. It’s like he’s trying to distract you, panting into your mouth, searching for your tongue like a dog. He ruts his hips against your thigh and his jaw falters, a moan dropping out of it.
“Christ,” He groans, “Touch me. Touch me, I need it, please sweetheart, I’ll do whatever you want, just put your hands on me,” Your husband begs, and begs, and begs until your restraint crumbles and your hand is in his pants.
Harvey forgets how to function when you wrap your hand around his cock. His tongue goes heavy and it’s like his neck can’t hold his head up. He drops his forehead to your shoulder, panting.
“Yes— oh, yes,” He sputters, his mouth dropping open against your collar bone, his breath hot across your skin. Harvey bucks his hips into your fist, fucking your hand once, the dry friction making him groan. He shoves his hand down to unzip his fly, tugging his pants down enough so he could move his boxers along with, letting his erection free.
“S—spit on your hand, baby.” Harvey whispers, grabbing your waist, finally lifting his head to you. He looks a goddamn mess, his glasses sliding down his nose, his cheeks flushed and his lips parted with heavy inhales and exhales. “Please.” His words crack again.
“Okay,” You murmur. Your eyes droop and you lift your palm from his cock, bringing it upwards before spitting into the center of it. Your thumb grazes the tip and you run across his leaking slit. Harvey exhales shakily, moaning while you regain your rhythm, stroking him fully, the slide a lot easier with the added wetness. “Like— that?” You ask him, your own breathing becoming uneven.
He groaned, “Yes, just like that. Just— just like that ,”
“Couldn’t wait,” Harvey coos right behind your ear. “You look so pretty,” He inhales deeply, “Smell so good,” He moans again, his eyes attempting to roll back. You were so good at pleasuring him, knowing every little button to push, knowing how to make his brain shut off and his heart pound. His hand slips on the sink behind you both and his body falls against yours like he can’t hold himself up.
“I wanted to.. take you back home, don’t like doing— doing this so publicly but,” He slowly rocks his hips, thrusting into your hand like he would your cunt, all while moaning and mumbling into your ear.
“Harvey,” You exhale shakily.
“God,” He grunts, gritting his teeth, pulsing in your grasp.
“I’ll make up for it,” He whispers, raising his head, kissing the corners of your mouth before speaking over your lips.
“I’ll fuck you, when we get back to the farm.”
Harvey wraps his arms around your waist, sliding his hands into the back pockets of your jean shorts.
“You can ride me, or, mm, can lay there and let me do it all. Anything, sweetheart,” He promises, “Anything you want.”
You feel like you’re going crazy too now, your panties damp, your bottom lip stuck under your teeth. Your heart races while Harvey uses your hand to get himself off.
It doesn’t take long for his cock to twitch, his hips faltering and thrusting into your fist one more time. He coats your palm with his orgasm, the sticky fluid spilling into your hand. He whimpers, burying his face in your neck, thanking you, praising you, mindlessly mumbling.
Your husband stays like that for a while, his erection softening and his heart slowing down to its normal speed. Harvey blinks his eyes open and gazes at you, his cheeks flushed, the corner of his lips tilted upwards in a shy smile.
“Thank you, sweet girl,” He murmured, kissing your lips a few times, leaning your body further over the counter.
You snort, his mustache tickling your top lip. You put the hand that isn’t covered in come; on his chest, pushing him backwards, tilting your head at him. “Clean yourself up. People will start to talk, handsome.”
Harvey smiles, watching you turn around and wash your hands, his eyes lingering on your figure. “Yes ma’am.” He mumbles, stuffing himself back into his pants after cleaning up, buttoning them up and pushing his glasses back on his nose, clearing his throat.
You leave the bathroom before him, so it wouldn’t look too obvious. Leah’s the first one that catches you on your way back down the hallway of the saloon, holding your pool stick.
“Y’alright? You were gone for quite a while.” She asks.
You lick your lips quickly, clearing your throat and nodding, laughing softly. “I’m good. Just had to.. take care of something,” Someone.
Harvey barely gets through the rest of the night without fighting another boner while thinking of what you were going to do to him back on the farm.