Archive of Our Own

Harvey sits on the edge of Mike's desk. Exhaustion finally settling into his bones after the day he’s had —that they’ve all had — fighting like hell for their lives. Not that he’d ever admit it, or let anyone see him break a sweat. But it’s just him and Mike now. He can let himself be vulnerable, even if it doesn’t look like it.

He lets out a sigh. “Look, I know what you’re thinking.”

“No you don’t.” Mike snaps.

“You don’t wanna go to jail.”

Finally, Mike turns around, watching him with those piercing blue eyes with a sadness inside them that makes Harvey furious because he can’t do anything about it. He can’t fight Mike’s sadness. He can’t beat it in court or crush it in a deposition.

“Harvey…. I sat in that room today and listened to you tell me that ever since the day we met you’ve had to cross one line after another and…”

“Mike—” Harvey tries to stop him, but Mike doesn’t let him.

“No, just… let me finish.

“First it was Clifford Danner, then the witnesses, then suborning perjury, not to mention the 17 things we did to stop the merger in the first place. All of it since you hired me.” Mike repeats his own words, and it feels like he’s hammering them in Harvery’s face.

“Look, that’s not… what I said.” he objects. He has never even thought of it like that, is what he wants to tell Mike. That he would do it all over again for him and wouldn’t change a thing. He would cross every damn line if it meant—

“Yes, it is.”

Harvey’s eyes soften. “I wasn’t blaming you for those things.”

“It doesn’t matter,” Mike says too calmly, eyes fixed on Harvey’s.

“I’m tired of putting the people I care about in jeopardy.” There’s a pause as they stare into each other’s eyes, pleading with their eyes. Harvey’s pleading to stop Mike from leaving and Mike’s pleading to be let go, even though that’s not what he really wants, and they both knew it. Everybody knows it.

“I called Jonathan Sidwell this afternoon. I took the job.”

Harvey’s chest feels cold, almost numb. He doesn’t understand… after all they did to fix everything today… why…

“We just got out…”

“Harvey… you gave me permission to point the finger at you. Give me permission to go.” Harvey doesn’t miss the way Mike’s voice trembles, but doesn’t break.

The moment stretched into what feels like hours but can’t be more than a few heartbeats. Harvey searches Mike’s eyes and only finds hurt and sadness in them.

“If this is what you really want, I’m not gonna stop you,” He finally says, even though the words sound alien to his own ears. Like he wasn’t the one who spoke them.

Mike lets his head hang low, his hands hidden in his pockets. He’s avoiding Harvey’s eyes. “What I really want, I can’t have. It was never on the table.”

“To become a real lawyer–”

“To stand by your side. Forever.”

Harvey’s head snaps up in surprise, but he recovers quickly. Or at least make it appear that he has.

“If this is your idea of a marriage proposal, I’m disappointed.
“We’re both men, so I don’t expect you to get down on one knee, but no ring? Really?” He resorts to humor because that’s what he always does; hiding his true feelings behind jokes and movie quotes.

“Harvey… I’m…” Mike’s eyes flicker between his. He looks like a deer in a headlight for a moment before shaking his head.

“Serious? I know,” Harvey teases, the corner of his lip pulling into a knowing smile.

Mike blinks in shock. “What?”

“I want you by my side too. You should know this by now…” Harvey admits casually, shrugging his aching shoulder.

Mike lets out a defeated sigh, turning on his heel and turning his back on Harvey as he runs his fingers through his already messed up hair in frustration. “No, you don’t get it, Harvey, I–”

“I do.” Harvey interrupts him this time, his voice raspier than before with no sign of the sarcastic tone.

Mike looks over his shoulder, almost like he’s too scared to face Harvey fully. His icy blue eyes are shaking and he’s rubbing his palms on his pants which means his palms are sweating.

“Mike, come here.” Harvey calls, his eyes not leaving Mike even for a moment.

Hesitantly, Mike turns around and walks back into the small space of his cubicle where Harvey is still leaning against his desk. All Harvey has to do is flick his chin and Mike is standing right between his spread out thighs. Up close, Harvey can see a hint of stubble starting to peek out around Mike’s chin. His tie is loosened and askew, and his light brown hair is going in every direction but the upward style it was earlier in the day. Neither of those things make Mike any less handsome in Harvey’s eyes.

“Is this what you want?” Harvey rasps, holding Mike’s gaze despite their difference in height with Harvey sitting down. The look in Mike’s face reminds Harvey of the first day he met him. He was a mess that day too. Betrayed by his friend and trying to escape from the cops, and yet he found a way to change Harvey’s life in those few minutes.

“Harvey…?” He calls his name in a soft and airy voice. Harvey has to squeeze the edge of the desk harder to stop himself from touching Mike. Not yet.

“Mike. Is this what you want?” Harvey repeats himself more sternly.

“Yes.”

Releasing the edge of the desk, Harvey reaches both hands to cup Mike's cheeks and pulls him down until their faces are only inches apart.

He stares into Mike’s eyes, watching as his pupils dilate and feeling his breath against his lips as he begins panting like a dog through his parted chapped lips. All Harvey has to do is stretch his neck and tilt his head ever so slightly for their lips to touch but he stays perfectly still.

“You sure you want this, kid? Becaus—”

Mike doesn’t let him finish by closing the distance and capturing Harvey’s lips against his, just as Harvey wanted him to.

He gives Mike no more than three seconds before starting to move his lips against his intently. One hand slides further back to get a firm grip behind Mike’s neck and the other slides down into his chest right beneath his collarbone.

Mike’s hands hesitantly reach forward and rest against Harvey’s flanks, making the corner of Harvey’s lips curve into a smirk. He gives Mike’s neck a small squeeze, hoping Mike will take it as permission to touch him. Harvey can’t say if Mike got the message, but he did feel the shiver that went down Mike’s spine and made his hips jerk.

Using Mike’s reaction to his advantage, Harvey slides his tongue into Mike’s warm and inviting mouth like he owns the place. And maybe he does, with the way Mike melts against him and moans into the kiss. Harvey lets his fingers slide through the short hair in the back of Mike’s head, loving the way Mike nearly begins to purr.

As if being tased, Mike jumps out of Harvey’s embrace, panting with his cheeks flushed and his lips slick with his and Harvey’s saliva.

“Ha- Harvey… you… you can’t,” he stammers, running his fingers through his hair and looking around like a lost puppy. It’s adorable. “Scotty… you…”

“Mike… relax,” Harvey says it like an order his he pushes off the table and stands up to his full height.

“B- But… your dad… the story you told me—”

“Scotty and I broke up. She’s leaving the firm.”

“What? When?”

Harvey lets out a sigh. He wants to say ‘It’s complicated’ get himself out of explaining how he’s fucked up relationship in his personal life. But this is Mike. He doesn’t wanna bullshit Mike. He never did.

“Officially? Five minutes ago,” He forces himself to say, avoiding Mike’s eyes to count to the stapler pins lying on the floor. “But we were over days, maybe even weeks ago.”

“I’m sorry, Harvey,” Mike says, as sincerely as he can, like Harvey’s tongue wasn’t on his mouth two minutes ago.

“It’s fine, you don’t have to pretend,” Harvey chuckles. “You must’ve known that it wasn’t going to last. Hell, even Jessica knew.”

They’re both silent for a few moments that stretch far too long. Until Mike breaks the silence.

“I don’t mind being your rebound,” he says, feigning nonchalance. “I won’t even be working here so it’s fine.”

Harvey walks into Mike’s personal space without touching him, his hands hanging perfectly still by his sides.

“Is that what you think this was about?”

Mike panics, eyes flickering everywhere, searching for an escape route but he finds none. He tries taking a step back and hits his ass against his desk.

“Mike,” Harvey calls him, eyes softening as he sees Mike’s panic. “I’m not angry with you.”

“Then what is it Harvey?” Mike snaps, not in anger, but in frustration. Crystal blue eyes flicker between Harvey’s. “Because I don’t know what to think anymore.

“You tell me about your parents and how your mom’s infidelity ruined relationships for you, and then you start a relationship with the woman who slept with you while she was engaged. And then you kiss me, barely having broken up with her while she’s probably still in the building…”

Harvey fights the urge to caress Mike’s heated cheeks.

“She’s not in the building. I walked her to her ride myself before coming up here.”

Mike’s shoulders slack a little. Like knowing she’s truly gone lifted some of the weight off his shoulders.

“Why did you break up?” Mike asks with an accusatory tone. They both know the implications.

Harvey tilts his head, holding Mike’s stare. “It wasn’t because of you.”

“Wasn’t it?” Mike retorts, his voice shaking and his brows pulling into a frown.

“Mike,” Harvey breathes through the dust of his walls crumbling around him. “It’s not your fault that your safety is more important to me than she could ever be.”

Mike seems speechless, breathing heavily through his parted lips and his pupils dilating again as he stares into Harvey’s eyes.

“You are more important to me than anyone else. So don’t you ever go around thinking that all I want from you is rebound sex.”

“What do you want from me, then?”

…

The music in Ray’s car muffles the traffic outside. Not that Mike would notice. His mind is too occupied repeating the few moments before leaving the building.

“What I want, is to take you back to my place, spread you out in my bed, and fuck you all night until you can’t feel your arms and legs.”

“You wanna fuck me? Not make love?”

“By the time I’m done with you, you’re not gonna care about what to call it.”

Mike can’t remember ever being so turned on, and he was a particularly horny teenager. The sheer dominance in Harvey’s dark brown eyes and his raspy voice made Mike's knees weak as he told him what he plans to do with him as soon as they got to his apartment. Mike could’ve fallen down onto his knees and begged Harvey to take him right then and there. Or to at least him have a taste.

Harvey was definitely hard too, and wasn’t trying to hide it. Mike was dying to feel Harvey’s firm chest against his and press their crotches together to relieve some pressure like horny teenagers. He’d rut against Harvey’s thigh like a bitch in heat if Harvey let him. But they were in the damn bullpen, and even though there weren’t any cameras there, the space was too open and anyone could walk right in. The thought of Jessica walking in on them was enough to soften his overexcited dick a little.

Ray was already waiting for them downstairs as they rushed outside with their jackets and briefcases held suspiciously in front of them. It’s New York; no one’s gonna care even if they noticed.

Harvey is on his phone, pretending to be busy with emails and calendars, but Mike knows he’s just trying to keep his hands busy to stop himself from touching Mike. He wipes his palms on his pants every few minutes, and Mike knows Harvey’s palms only sweat when he’s excited. Or when he knows he’s going to win.

The thought of Harvey being that excited to take him to his bed makes Mike even more turned on. It feels surreal, passing by the familiar buildings in Manhattan on their way to Harvey’s place, knowing what’s waiting for him inside isn’t a pile of papers to go through. He’s almost nervous. Fighting the urge to smell himself to make sure he doesn’t stink, he starts biting at his nails.

Mike’s breath hitches when he feels Harvey’s warm palm rest firmly on his knee, not realizing he had started shaking it.

“Mike, relax. I can practically hear the gears turning in your head,” he whispers calmly, but Mike knows Harvey’s poker face better than anyone else.

“What? I’m cool as a cucumber,” Mike shrugs, feigning confidence. “You need to relax.”

Harvey arches a brow. “What do you mean?”

“You’ve been scrolling your emails for the past fifteen minutes. I think you’ve reached stuff dating back to 2003.”

“First of all, that’s not even possible. second of all—”

“We’re here, Mr. Specter.”

“Saved by the limo driver,” Mike teases as Harvey thanks Ray and says goodnight before they climb out of the car.

“I think I’m gonna gag you,” Harvey says coolly as they walk into the building, smiling and nodding at the security.

“With what? Your five-thousand-dollar tie? Don’t answer that.” Mike rambles, feeling his cheeks grow hotter as he goes on and on and Harvey’s smirk grows wider and wider. They’re in the elevator now. “Wait, do you have a sex dungeon?”

“In a penthouse?”

“I don’t know. You’ve pulled bigger rabbits out of your hat before.”

The elevator stops without making any sound.

“Stop talking and follow me,” Harvey says, rolling his eyes without bothering to wipe that smirk off his face.

“Sex dungeon…” He mutters under his breath as he unlocks the door. “What are you? 19?”

“You better hope not.” Mike retorts, chuckling as he steps inside the familiar apartment before being shoved against the door.

“I’m gonna count to three, and when I get to three, you’ll stop saying weird shit,” Harvey warns with a playful gleam in his eyes. Bodies pressed against each other after thirty long minutes in the car, Mike can’t help but shiver at the way their dicks are pressed deliciously between their bodies despite the too many layers of clothes between them.

“Or what?” Mike challenges his warning because that’s what Harvey wants. Because that’s what Harvey likes about him. That Mike challenges him.

“You really wanna find out?” Harvey rasps against his lips. There’s barely a hair’s width left between their mouths.

Instead of answering, Mike leans forward and kisses Harvey more fervently than before. There’s no one else to see or interrupt them here. There’s no reason to be quiet or discreet. They’re in Batman's lair now.

Harvey pressed him harder into the door, making them both moan at the way their bodies fit against each other. Craving. Aching to be closer.

Mike claws at Harve’s jacket, needing it out of the way yesterday. Harvey’s scent fills Mike’s lungs, making it even harder for Mike to think straight. How the man smells so divine after the day they’ve had is genuinely beyond Mike. All he knows is that he can’t get enough of it.

Harvey’s tongue explores his mouth like he’s on a mission, and Mike lets him, mouth open pliantly. He's putty in Harvey’s hands and he knows it. They both know it. Strong hands come to rest on Mike’s narrow hips, holding him in place as Harvey rolls his hips against him, making Mike’s eyes roll back into his skull.

It’s no surprise that Harvey kisses like he has never doubted himself. Like he knows he’s the best you’re ever going to get.

And he’s not wrong.

The kiss is hot and passionate and a little teasing. Harvey finds what Mike likes, gives it to him just enough, and just when Mike starts feeling comfortable, he changes the pace. Finds another button to push.

Mike groans, arching his back to press closer into Harvey as his nails rake the back of his jacket. He’s just about ready to beg when Harvey begins undoing his belt using one hand. His heart is beating so fast Mike thinks it might explode inside his rib cage as Harvey pushes Mike’s zipper down with ease and presses his palm flat against the prominent bulge in Mike’s boxers.

“Fuck—” Mike curses through his teeth, trying to hold back on cumming right there at Harvey’s doorstep.

“I knew you’d be eager, but I didn’t know you’d be this eager.” Harvey taunts, his thumb rubbing circles where Mike’s tip is leaking and throbbing through the elastic fabric of his boxers.

“Harvey… come on…” he whines, rolling his hips into Harvey’s palm for some relief but Harvey pulls his hand away. “ ‘re you really gonna make me work for it?”

“ ‘f course I am. Where would the fun be if I didn’t?” Harvey rasps against Mike’s lips before capturing them in a crushing kiss once again.

This time, Harvey hooks his finger on the waistband of Mike’s boxers and pulls them a few inches before letting go. The sound of the elastic slapping Mike’s skin would’ve echoed in the hallway if Mike’s yelp hadn’t covered it up.

“Brat.” Harvey remarks. “Go wash up. I’ll join you in a minute.”

“Do I get naked and kneel by your bed or…”

Harvey gives him a sharp look that shuts Mike up and sends him on his way before he makes another Fifty Shades reference.

When Mike finally disappears into the bedroom, Harvey finally lets out a breath he didn’t realize he was holding and makes his way to the bar cart in the corner of his living room to pour himself some whiskey.

Harvey is nervous, even if his hands aren’t shaking as he lifts the glass to his lips and downs the drinks in one go. He resists the urge to run his hands through his hair and instead busies his hands by loosening his tie and undoing a few buttons.

He’s not gonna strip just yet. Mike deserves a complete show, and Harvey is in the mood to tease.

He’s rolling up his sleeves when Mike emerges from the bathroom. His jacket and tie are missing, and the first few buttons of his dress shirt are undone, but those aren’t what catch Harvey’s attention.

Mike is leaning against the bathroom’s door frame, water dripping from his face and fingers, and he looks troubled. Almost as troubled as he looked earlier, sitting in that room waiting for Louis to take care of Harold in the next room.

“What’s wrong?”

Mike’s shoulder’s sag. “I just realized we’d still be working together.”

Harvey looks around in confusion. “Ouch. didn’t realize you hated working with me so much.”

“Harvey… I’m gonna be your client.”

Oh… right. They’re representing Sidwell Investment Group.

“Not tonight, you’re not.” Harvey shrugs and walks over to Mike. “You don’t start until Monday.”

Mike buries his hands in his pockets, his head hanging low.

“Mike… It’s okay if you’ve changed your mind,” Harvey says reassuringly. He would never want Mike to feel pressured to do anything he wasn’t comfortable with.

“You know that’s not…” he bites his own tongue, averting his face to the side and avoiding Harvey’s eyes. “I don’t wanna mess up our relationship for just one night with you, however mind-blowing your dick may allegedly be.” Of course Mike would try to conceal his fear and insecurity with a dash of sarcasm. He’s learned from the best.

“If you’re starting on Monday, that’s four nights until you become a client,” Harvey says, like it’s the most obvious thing in the world. After all, finding loopholes in technicalities is his specialty. “Secondly, we’ve been crossing lines since the moment you walked into that interview. Having a relationship with a client doesn’t ring any alarm bells as far as I’m concerned. So in case you have any other ridiculous selfless reason as to why we shouldn’t do this right now, I’m gonna kiss you and take you to bed right now.”

Mike searches Harvey’s eyes, pale blue irises flickering back and forth, trying to catch Harvey’s tell and call his bluff. He can’t see it because Harvey isn’t bluffing.

“Okay.” it's all Mike says before Harvey pulls him against his chest and kisses him breathless once more.

The sense of urgency tripled in a matter of seconds. Harvey’s previous plans for dragging this out for hours go out of the window when he feels the way Mike shudders against him, his dick still rock hard pressing against Harvey’s thigh. Maybe he’s scared Mike is going to back out again. Or maybe Harvey overestimated his own self-control when it comes to Mike because all he can think about is stripping Mike down and making him scream Harvey’s name until he forgets his own.

Mike must notice because his arms around Harvey’s shoulders tighten and he presses himself against Harvey’s body a little harder. He feels giddy, knowing how desperate Harvey is. For him.

Their clothes get thrown on the floor without a care in the world along with the heavy comforter on Harvey’s bed.

Harvey’s skin is heated and damp with a sheen layer of sweat. It’s like he’s melting against the ball of fire lying beneath him that is Mike Ross. the blond panting mess, writhing in the middle of his gray sheets, full cheeks and chest flushing red, and his dick lying hard on his stomach. Their bodies are melting together like hot wax.

Mike moans, arching his hips against Harvey’s for some friction they’re both desperate for.  Harvey bites at Mike’s lip, not hard enough to break skin but not light enough to be playful. The gasp Mike lets out is more erotic than painful, and the twitch of his dick against Harvey’s hip proves it even further.

“I knew you were into pain,” Harvey teases before starting to trail down Mike’s neck with a series of open-mouthed kisses.

“I had to be! With you being such a pain in my ass all the t…uh…haa..ime,” he quips while Harvey sucks a pretty bruise at the base of his neck.

“I would’ve spanked you if my walls were a bit thicker.”

Mike smirks, and Harvey knows the meaning of that smirk. He’s been caught bluffing. Mike and his stupid photographic memory.

“Oh yeah? Well I know for a fact your neighbors moved out two months ago, and the apartment next door has been empty since.”

Harvey arches a brow, feigning confidence. “Why are you keeping tabs on my neighbors? Planning to move in next door?”

“Nah. Just wanted to make sure you have no excuse to slack off on me,” Mike shrugged nonchalantly.

“Speaking of not slacking off, I think I’ll put that mouth of yours to good use.”

Mike’s eyes widen and almost twinkle at that. “Wait… really?”

Harvey chuckles as he pushes himself up to his knees. Mike follows him by pushing up onto his forearms, watching Harvey with those gleaming blue eyes. “Yes Mike, I hereby bestow to you the honor of Sucking off Harvey Specter’s cock.” He taps on Mike’s shoulder ceremoniously. “I’ll even give you a medal of honor if you do well. Now get to work.”

Mike ignores the silly gesture and wiggles himself until he’s positioned right where he needs to be; on his hands and knees in front of Harvey’s crotch.

Harvey thinks the one who deserves a medal is him for keeping his composure and not cumming on Mike’s stupid innocent face, looking up at Harvey through those brown lashes and licking his pink lips wet.

Still on his hands and knees, Mike pushes himself forward until he can wrap his lips around Harvey’s crown. No warning. No foreplay. Well. You could say this is foreplay. An unapologetically bold foreplay. Harvey has to make an effort not to thrust into Mike and gag him right then, so instead he grounds himself by burying his fingers through Mike’s messy hair.

He’s momentarily distracted by how soft Mike’s hair feels under his fingers, but he’s soon brought back by Mike tonguing at his slit while his lips are wrapped tightly around his tip.

“Shit… Mike,” Harvey groans, pulling at Mike’s hair lightly. That seems to encourage the younger to go further.

He sucks more of Harvey’s dick into his mouth, making a show of hollowing his cheeks and rubbing his tongue along the underside until he finds that sensitive spot that makes Harvey’s breath hitch. Harvey’s other hand wraps around the back of Mike’s neck, his nails digging into the skin below his hair.

Mike rocks his head back and forth a few times teasingly before pulling off and letting Harvey’s dick go with a wet popping sound.

“You know you can be rougher, right? My hair isn’t going to fall off.”

Harvey snorts. “Your hairline begs to differ.”

“Wow, no wonder you’re still single at… what? Fifty five?” Mike challenges. Harvey knows when Mike is trying to provoke him.

“Let’s see how many girls you’ll pull at fifty-five with your bald shiny head.”

They bicker like old married couples just like they do in the office all day. Or, did. Past tense.

Mike shakes his head and goes back to sucking without saying anything else, which Harvey is thankful for. At least until Mike decides to level up his game and suck dick like a porn star. So that’s how he chose to beat Harvey.

Eyes closed and throat loosened, he swallows Harvey’s dick until his nose is pressed against the trimmed hair at the base. The suction of his cheeks and the tightening of his throat as he swallows around him makes Harvey’s eyes roll back to his skull. He only gives himself a few moments to adjust before starting to pump his head back and forth with a brutal pace. He’s not even using his hands, instead keeping them on the bed to help support his weight as he rocks back and forth.

“Jesus, Mike… slow down.” Harvey curses, tightening his fingers in Mike’s hair for emphasis, but Mike looks up and gives him a challenging look. ‘Having trouble keeping up, old man?’ Harvey can almost hear him say.

Harvey is close. Dangerously close. Between Mike’s relentless mouth moving around him, licking and sucking and swallowing like he’s been doing this for a decade, and the sight of him on his hands and knees, pale round ass on display, Harvey is finding it really fucking hard to hold back.

“Fuck… okay, you win,” Harvey admits defeat, finally making Mike stop.  He really didn’t wanna be the first one to cum.

Mike sits up, rolling his shoulder and stretching his neck almost comically. “Doesn’t it feel good to be honest with yourself?”

Harvey glances at his own dick, angry red and dripping with saliva and precum before looking at Mike, sitting on his shins with his knees spread, leaning against his hands. His dick is hard and leaking just like Harvey’s, and it’s gotten significantly less attention.

“Speaking of being honest, where did you learn to do that?” Harvey asks, almost breathless.

Mike tilts his head, considering his answer. Harvey doesn’t miss the flush of red blooming on Mike’s already flushed cheek.

“You know the photographic memory thing doesn’t just apply to text, right?”

Harvey blinks, watching him silently for a moment. “You’re saying you did that just from watching porn? Do they show how to suppress your gag reflex too?”

Mike shrugs. “Nah, I just never had one.”

Harvey is stunned. Just when he thought Mike couldn’t possibly surprise him anymore, he manages to pull another trick out of his sleeve.

“Are you gonna make good on your promise now or do you need a minute?”

Harvey rolls his eyes before giving Mike’s chest a push, throwing him back into the mattress on his back and crawling back on top of him.

“Oh I will,” Harvey rasps, capturing Mike’s lips in a quick messy kiss, just to get a taste of himself on Mike’s lips before gagging him.

He reaches into the bottom drawer on his nightstand to grab the lube and condoms. Mike is a little dazed from the blowjob and the kiss that left him breathless, so he doesn’t notice Harvey reaching for his jacket that’s lying right by the bed and grabs his handkerchief from his breast pocket.

“Open up,” Harvey says, expecting Mike to question him or make another snarky remark, but Mike just complies and opens his mouth. Harvey folds the fabric before wrapping around Mike’s mouth, not tight enough to hurt him but enough so he can’t talk. Not comfortably at least.

Mike lifts his head for Harvey to tie the knot behind him so obediently it surprises him.

“Hey,” Harvey calls, holding Mike’s cheeks in his palms. “Is this okay?”

Mike’s eyes are glassy and unfocused, but he smiles around the handkerchief, spit already running down the corner of his lips, and nods.

Harvey would’ve been worried if they were actually going to do any bondage. Mike's gotten in subspace a little too easily, but Harvey isn't planning on doing anything else. Not for their first night anyway. They can sit down and fully discuss everything for the next time.

“Yeah?” he asks again, just to be sure. Mike nods again, moaning around the already drenched fabric, and rolls his hips up for emphasis. He’s still hard, his tip lying in a small pool of precum gathered on his stomach. “I’m gonna start prepping you now.”

Harvey kisses his way down Mike's body, leaving a wet trail along Mike's neck down to his hip bone. He avoided Mike's dick on purpose. An experiment, if you will.

Mike lets himself be manhandled like it's the most natural thing in the world as Harvey folds his knees to his chest for him. Cold lubed fingers start massaging his entrance, and Mike whines around the handkerchief.

"Relax... deep breaths," Harvey instructs, and waits for Mike's breathing to even out and feel his muscles relax before pushing in. "There you go... you're doing so well."

Mike shudders, more drool slipping down the corner of his lips, clearly enjoying the praise. But no more than Harvey is enjoying giving it.

Every sound, and every reaction of Mike's body goes straight to Harvey's dick (and Maybe his ego). Mike deserves to be pampered and taken care of after working so hard for him for years. Harvey knows how many all-nighters he had to pull and how many meals he must've missed to gather some info or find a loophole Harvey needed to win his cases. Harvey is more than happy to make it all up to him. And he's gonna need more than four nights to do it.

By the time Harvey has three fingers buried in Mike's ass, he's a moaning mess, clawing at the sheets and grinding down against Harvey's fingers. He tries sneaking his hands around his dick to relieve some pressure since Harvey has intentionally neglected his dick, but Harvey swats his hand away.

"This area," He warns, drawing a circle in the air over Mike's groin region. " Is off limits."

Mike tilts his head like a sad puppy. Harvey can practically see him pouting despite the gag. Call him weak, but Mike's puppy eyes are his not-so-secret super powers.

"But... other parts are allowed."

Mike blinks hazily before fluttering his lashes and letting his lids fall shut as he drags his fingers across his flushed chest. His nipples are already hard and puckered up as he slides his palms over them, whimpering at the soft touch.

Mike having sensitive nipples is a nice surprise. Harvey catalogs that information for future experiments.

"enjoying yourself, aren't you?" Harvey teases, pressing his fingers where Mike's sweet spot is and eliciting a loud, muffled cry out of Mike.

Finally satisfied with the looseness of Mike's muscles, Harvey rips the condom package open and carefully slides it over his cock before removing his other hand from Mike's ass. He lubes himself up quickly, not wanting to leave Mike hanging with his ass gaping and clenching over nothing, even though his desperate moans are music to Harvey's ears.

Harvey has to brace himself for a moment when he pushes in as Mike's hole swallows him up until he's fully sheathed. Mike has his head thrown back and his eyes closed. His mouth is hanging open in a silent gasp as his body adjusts to the stretch.

"Mike, look at me," Harvey orders firmly. "I would've blindfolded you if I wanted your eyes shut."

A shiver runs down Mike's spine, making his ass clench around Harvey as a reaction as he opens his eyes. Glassy blue eyes find Harvey's dark brown ones. The corner of Harvey's mouth curls into a smirk, his fingers squeezing at the soft skin around Mike's hips.

The first thrust sends Mike's body sliding a few inches up the bed, their moans blending together in a beautiful symphony. Harvey sets a steady pace after that, building it up just to Mike's orgasm before slowing down and bringing it back down.

Feeling his knees starting to cramp, Harvey leans forward onto his forearm, his own chest pressed down against Mike's. The change in angle makes his dick go even deeper, making the position all the more intimate with their sweat-damp bodies being pressed flush against one another.

Harvey watches Mike's face, tracing the tear track in the corner of Mike's eyes with his thumb. His thrusts have slowed down, and their rhythm is not as frenzied anymore. He suddenly gets the urge to kiss Mike.

As if reading Harvey's mind, Mike turns his head to the side, giving Harvey access to the knot behind his head. Harvey is silently thanking himself for not tying a too tight knot because it comes loose easily and he's pulling off Mike's face in no time. He doesn't give Mike a chance to stretch his mouth and revel in his freedom befire he's kissing his parted lips as they gasp for air.

Mike's arms find their way around Harvey's shoulders, and under different circumstances, Harvey might have pulled them away and pinned them above Mike's head. But not tonight. He wants to give Mike everything tonight.

Their lips and hips work in tandem, pushing and pulling, giving and receiving in perfect sync. Just like how they work in the office.... well. Worked.

Harvey clenches his jaw, refusing to let that realization ruin the mood. He presses harder into Mike, lips locked, and eyes closed, sharing the air they breathe.

Mike's thighs, toned and strong from years of biking all over the city, tighten around Harvey's hips as his nails dig into Harvey's shoulders. He's close, and so is Harvey.

Slightly changing the angle of his hips, Harvey aims to hit Mike's prostate with every thrust. He wants to make Mike cum without touching his dick. It's more of a challenge for himself than it is for Mike. Harvey is almost certain that the only things standing between Mike and an explosive orgasm are two magic words.

Their foreheads are still touching even if their lips have stopped performing the delicate task of kissing for the sake of breathing and crying out the moans that can't be suppressed any more. Still sharing air and tasting their mixed spit on each other's lips, Harvey mumbles 'good boy'.

Mike stops breathing, his body frozen still like a marble statue until Harvey drives one last perfectly aimed thrust right up against his abused prostate, and Mike is cumming undone. Harvey would've loved to watch him as he shot white ropes across their chests. He would've loved to take a moment to capture Mike's expression, the moment the dam broke, but his own orgasm couldn't wait any longer.

It's perfect, the way Mike's moans seem to be timed with each pulse in Harvey's dick as it bursts cum into the condom. Or the way Mike's walls clench around him every time Harvey lets out a groan and milk him even further. It's pure bliss.

So much so that when Harvey opens his eyes again, he realizes that he had fallen asleep on top of Mike.

It's still dark outside, so it couldn't have been long. Harvey lifts his head off Mike's chest and glances at the digital clock by his bed. 02:50AM.

At least he's only half on top of Mike. Not that he thinks Mike couldn't bear his weight or anything.

Harvey carefully tilts his head up to peak at Mike's face, just to find him sleeping soundly. And silently. He's lost a bet to Louis, but who's gonna tell him?

He watches Mike for a few seconds, admiring the healthy flush of his face and soft shadow of his lashes casted on his cheeks before realizing it's probably creepy to stare at him while he's asleep.

Carefully, he pushes himself up to seated and takes care of the condom quickly before reaching for the blanket bunched up by their feet. They might not be cold now, but they will be in a few hours. Harvey's almost done tucking them both in when Mike wakes up with a noise that can only be described as a grumpy whine.

"Go back to bed," Harvey whispers softly, not wanting to disturb the peaceful silence. "And not a word about this."

"Okay, old man," Mike rasps, rolling onto his side to face Harvey even though his eyes stay closed.

"Says the guy snoring like a truck," Harvey lies because he loves to tease Mike.

Mike's eyes shot open, brows furrowed into a frown. "I don't snore."

"Yes, you do. Why do you think I woke up?"

"I don't know, probably 'cuz you're old and need to pee three times during the night," Mike mumbles, pushing his hand under the pillow and closing his eyes again.

"A prostate joke. Very creative, and original."

"Did you need to take your Osteoporosis meds?" Mike remarks.

Harvey can barely keep himself from snorting. "Thanks, I haven't gone through Menopause yet."

Mike cracks open one eye, and they both start to laugh like the idiots they are.

When they're done laughing at their own stupid jokes, Harvey lets out a breath and reaches a hand to push Mike's bangs away from his forehead, smoothing his thumb over Mike's brows.

"Hey," he breathes, watching Mike with soft eyes. It feels so good not having to pretend anymore.

"Hey," Mike replies with a soft smile, reaching a hand to throw over Harvey's flank.

"How're feeling?"

"Good. Four out of five stars. I'll be reaching out to your establishment again soon."

Harvey snorts. "We appreciate the honest review. Could you tell us the reason for your mild dissatisfaction?"

Mike hums, scooting closer to Harvey until they're practically cuddling. "Next time, don't hold back,"

Harvey chuckles solemnly. "I wasn't... not for your sake anyway."

"Wow, you really are old!"

"If wanting to savor our first time together makes me old, then so be it. Senior citizens get more benefits anyway."

Mike raises a brow suspiciously. "Did you hit your head? do I need to call an ambulance?"

Harvey presses his palm into Mike's face and pushes his head into the pillow. "For the record, this is why I never share my feelings."

Mike nods, pursing his lips in agreement. "yeah, please don't let it happen again. It's very unbecoming."

Harvey rolls his eyes and wraps his arm around Mike's shoulder and pulls him closer. "Goodnight Mike."

Mike let's out a deep breath contently. "Goodnight Harvey."