The strangest love

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Domestic Harvey.

Reblogging because I just can’t help myself.

I understand entirely Meg.

The sheets are soft and crisp against his bare skin. His eyes follow Harvey as the older man moves easily around the room. Mike can’t not look, finds it near impossible to tear his eyes away, wants to soak this moment up and store it away for later.

The novelty should’ve worn off by now. Because it’s been months and they are still together, haven’t driven each other away with harsh words or unreturned feelings. On the contrary, every day Mike can feel all the feelings he has for this man deepening. Even when he doesn’t think it’s possible, surely he must have maxed out on his feelings, nope, sure enough he’ll wake up and see Harvey asleep beside him, completely endearing with his smooth lines and scruffy hair, and he falls that little bit more in love.

Harvey catches him staring, and Mike grins unabashedly at him. Harvey takes one last sip of scotch and put the tumbler down, stalking back to the bed. He climbs on at the foot, crawls forward and presses his mouth to Mike’s upturned face. They kiss languidly, as though they have all the time in the world, as though the real world isn’t lurking outside the room, just waiting for the right time to strike.

Harvey presses his body into Mike’s, hands lingering on his ribs as his mouth slowly makes its way down his neck. And Mike can’t help but think that the world can do whatever the fuck it wants, because nothing can pull him away from this, the warmth and comfort of their bed, the feel of Harvey’s body against his own, the knowledge that this life is nothing but a series of moments and all his moments will be by Harvey’s side.