Sometimes, Mike can’t tell if Harvey’s a vampire or just a sadist.
“For fuck’s sake, Harvey, you’ve got to be kidding me!”
Mike had just come back from a client meeting — one where he’d stubbornly kept silent every time someone asked about the sudden appearance of marks all over his neck. The irony was that the man responsible for them wasn’t about to give him peace even now.
The moment Mike dared to open the front door, he was pulled inside and, just a few seconds later, slammed against the nearest wall. His jacket was still hanging half off his shoulders, his sneakers scuffed and untied. Right in front of him stood Harvey — shirtless, hair damp, wearing only sweatpants. Mike was pretty sure he was the only one feeling awkward about it.
“What’s wrong?” Harvey pressed himself against him with an intensity that made it look like he was trying to merge with him. From the outside, it would have seemed like Harvey was determined to melt right into Mike, to connect skin to skin, every inch of him. But Mike pushed against his chest, holding him back.
“What’s wrong? Are you fucking serious right now? I’m sick of explaining myself to everyone at work. I wake up looking like a damn Dalmatian.”
He grabbed Harvey’s wrists, trying to shove him away. Harvey clicked his tongue, then twisted sharply, freeing his hands from Mike’s grip. Mike froze for half a second, and Harvey used that instant to wedge his knee between his legs. Then he leaned in and kissed him — softly at first, tasting the dry, familiar taste of his lips. His tongue brushed gently over them, tracing the tiny cracks left by the winter air, gliding along Mike’s teeth and the inside of his cheek.
One hand slid down to Mike’s thigh, the other buried itself in his blond hair, massaging the back of his head, pressing him closer. Mike melted into the warmth, returning the kiss with the same tenderness. He wrapped his arms around Harvey’s shoulders, pulling him in until there was no space left between them.
He didn’t realize what was happening until Harvey tilted Mike’s head back.
“Don’t you try.” His voice came out low and rough, his lips swollen and shining.
Harvey wanted to capture this moment: set the photo as his wallpaper, or maybe print it on a pillow. The second option didn’t sound half bad. Waking up and seeing those eyes, filled with tenderness and that incredibly soothing warmth... He smiled; he already saw it every morning.
He lowered his head to Mike’s neck, trailing his tongue along the fading marks, kissing his way from chin to collarbone. A quiet growl rumbled in his chest as he shrugged off the jacket that was getting in their way.
Mike rolled his eyes, already knowing what was coming.
Harvey bit down gently, pulling at the skin with his teeth. His lips lingered as he sucked lightly, first tracing the mark with the flat of his tongue, then outlining it with the tip.
Mike gasped, not sure if it was from the sting or from the weight of Harvey’s body pressing him into the wall.
Harvey admired the mark he’d made, grinning before leaving another one closer to the collarbone. Then one in the middle. Another just to the right. And one more. Just a little one. Maybe two. No, more than that.
Finally, he stepped back and let Mike go.
Mike practically rushed to the mirror hanging a few steps away. He tugged at his shirt collar, inspecting the red marks scattered across his neck. Sometimes he wondered if Harvey was secretly a vampire. Or a sadist.
“What the hell, man?”
Through the mirror, he watched Harvey come up behind him. Harvey wrapped his arms around Mike’s waist and let his eyes trace the marks. He hummed quietly, pressing his nose into Mike’s hair.
Harvey loves Mike. He loves him with a sincerity that still surprises him, with a tenderness he never thought himself capable of. He is not the kind of man who plays games with feelings, nor someone who lets go easily. When Harvey gives, he gives everything — his time, his loyalty, his heart...if only to make Mike feel safe. He realized this later than he would like to admit, well into his forties, after years of building the image of a man too composed and untouchable to be shaken by something as reckless as love.
Harvey loves Mike and at first he doesn’t realize how strong that love is — a love that seems to have sprung out of nowhere. Harvey didn’t mean to fall for him. At first it was just a glance that lingered too long across the bullpen. Then another. Mike’s face would light up when he told some half-ridiculous story or cracked a joke only he found funny, and Harvey found himself waiting for it, hungry for that spark. One look became another, and suddenly he couldn’t imagine going a day without hearing Mike’s voice or standing close enough to brush against him, pretending it was nothing.
Harvey loved people for their openness and sincerity of soul. Mike was like that. Mike drew him in like a fisherman who had cast a great net into the sea and was eager for a good catch. And Mike himself was quite a catch: the innocent light in his eyes captivated Harvey no less than his radiant smile. Mike is simple in a way Harvey envies, not shallow but unpretentious, as if the whole city couldn’t corrupt him. And Harvey, the man who prides himself on never showing weakness, wants to tuck that simplicity away and keep it safe where no one else can reach.
Harvey loves the way Mike is unfiltered at work, how he challenges him, argues with him, even risks pissing him off. Around others Mike can be bold, quick-tempered, brilliant in ways Harvey secretly admires. But when it is just the two of them late nights in Harvey’s office or in the quiet of his apartment Mike softens. His sharp edges blur and Harvey finds himself holding a version of Mike no one else ever gets to see.
He loves the calm that comes with a touch: a hand at the back of his neck, fingers laced together under the conference table, a fleeting brush of knees on Harvey’s leather couch. The contact grounds Mike, and Harvey feels it too — the way Mike leans closer as if Harvey’s warmth could shield him from the world outside.
He loves how Mike pulls out his phone to film something ridiculous in the elevator just to get a rise out of him. Mike’s laughter (usually over something dumb) echoes through the empty hallway, and Harvey, who isn’t known for laughing, can’t help but let it slip out, if only for him. He loves how easily Mike lets Harvey derail his plans with a single look, a low-voiced request.
Harvey loves seeing a sleepy Mike in the morning at his apartment, who gets up early to brew coffee just to make Harvey happy. Then Harvey walks in, sits at the counter, and simply watches Mike until he finally turns to face him. A warm smile appears on his face, meant only for him and no one else. No one dares to encroach on his happiness.
Harvey loves drinking coffee on the balcony and sitting Mike on his lap, enjoying the steady hum of the city below. Then Mike rests his left hand on Harvey’s knee and covers his colder one with the other, repeating the gesture every single time.
Harvey loves the brief texts that come late at night, two words 'love you❤️' sent when they’re apart.
Harvey loves when Mike is obedient. When he’s obedient in conversation and in sex. Harvey likes to dominate him, to whisper dirty words in his ear in that pleasant baritone and to bite. To bite hard, until there are bruises, until Mike whimpers and struggles like a stray puppy. And Harvey holds him. Holds him by the elbows, pressing him close from behind, biting his neck almost to blood, accompanied by muffled moans.
Harvey has loved Mike for several years now and doesn’t believe that love only lasts three years. His love for Mike will live long. He’s no longer a boy whose feelings shift with the wind. His love has settled in deep, immovable, permanent.
Harvey loves Mike when he gets embarrassed. He, a grown thirty-two-year-old man, melts like a teenage girl when Harvey starts whispering in his ear words of fiery love that don’t belong to his strong personality.
Harvey loves Mike, and the very thought makes him smile, genuinely. Of course, it happens when he’s alone with himself and his own soul, but honestly, he couldn’t care less.
Wait… does that mean we’re actually meeting irl? like… sued is face-to-face, right ?👀 Sooo is this basically a date?? ngl you’re lowkey cute the way you ask me out like that
Oh, sweetheart, calling this a date assumes you’d even make it past Harvey’s glare. You wouldn’t. Mike isn’t yours to flirt with — he belongs in Harvey’s corner, and frankly, that’s way out of your league. So do yourself a favor: drop the cute act before I really embarrass you
@mikeross-theassociate don’t worry Mike I have your back
Wait… does that mean we’re actually meeting irl? like… sued is face-to-face, right ?👀 Sooo is this basically a date?? ngl you’re lowkey cute the way you ask me out like that
If you repeatedly use the nap function you may be able to skip a prolonged period of time. Beware of over use, for you may find the seasons have changed.
omg yes exactly 💀 !!! today I woke up from a two-hour nap and the first thing I asked my boyfriend was "what day of February is it"… like?? why February?? (it’s AUGUST now, isn’t it?)
...and honestly… why did I even ask that??
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so never nap during the day. It feels exactly like wake up of anesthesia.
how life feels when you go alone to see a movie that really just hit you deeper than expected and resonated with you in some kind of way and when you leave the cinema the sun has just set
10 year-old me walking out of the movie theater, having fully absorbed the coolest movie character’s persona, absolutely convinced that from now on I’m going to act exactly like him.
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