"Can we chat about – I don't know if Gabriel's gonna be somewhere mad at me for this, but I gotta point it out. Harvey's got a very, sort of, coquettish, pillow-hugging thing going on on the bed. [Sarah laughs.] Do you know in this scene, where he's putting it all together? Like, it's such an interesting take. Like, you'd – I don't know why, you'd think he'd kind of . . . be reclined, but instead he's on his . . . stomach, like holding a pillow. It's very . . . different. And I love it. But I definitely, I was like, "Huh! Harvey?""
– Patrick J Adams on Sidebar: A Suits Watch Podcast episode "Play the Man"
My friend send me this link, is a series on a profile on Ao3 (tumblr) that has different tutorials to insert things to fanfics via html code, I thought I would share bc it’s really cool
Lists of tutorials:
How to make images fit in mobile browsers
This is a tutorial/live example on how to make large images fit on mobile browsers but remain normal size on desktop browsers.
How to mimic letters, fliers, and stationery without using images
This is a tutorial/live example on how to mimic the look of letters, fliers, and stationery (as well as other forms of written media) without using images. For all your epistolary fic needs.
How to make a “choose your own adventure” Fic
This is a tutorial/live example on how to create a "Choose Your Own Adventure" fic. While this has been explained before (see here), this particular tutorial shows you how to use a work skin to hide the next parts from the reader until they click through to get to them.
How to make linked footnotes on Ao3
This is a live example of how an author can create linked footnotes in their work with only a little bit of HTML and no workskins required. This is best viewed by clicking "Entire Work". While I've included the actual coding in bold and italic once you click "Hide Creator's Style", there's a more detailed explanation here.
How to change text on Ao3 when the cursor is hovering over it (or clicked on mobile)
This a tutorial/live example on how to have text change or appear once a cursor is hovering over it. Helpful for pop-up spoilers, language translations, quick author's notes, etc.
How to mimic author’s notes and Kudos/Comment buttons
Anonymous on tumblr: do you have a skin that would mimic the author’s notes and review/kudos buttons section from the end of a fic? the desired effect being that the fic could go on after the “end” of the fic, so after the author’s notes and review/kudos buttons
Here's a tutorial/live example to do just that, with some of the buttons actually functioning. I'll explain more inside!
How to wrap text around images
This is a tutorial/live example on how to align images to the left or right of the screen and have text wrap around them.
How to mimic email windows
This is a tutorial/live example on how to mimic email windows on AO3 without the need to use images.
How to make ios text messages on Ao3
This is a tutorial/live example on how to mimic iOS text messages on AO3 without the need to use images. There's also a chapter on how to have emojis displayed on AO3 as well.
How to make Customized page deviders
Bored with the default page dividers? This is a tutorial/live example on how customize your page dividers with no images needed (though I do show you how you could use images if you wanted to do such a thing).
How to make invisible text (That can be highlighted)
This is a live example how to make invisible text that can only be seen by highlighting the text. Tutorial is included in text, and you can always leave comments about questions you may have.
MOBILE USERS: Sadly, this probably won't work for you, since highlighting in a mobile browser is different than web. I've tried correcting this, but have yet to find a solution.
How to make a rounded playlist
Original coding and design is from layouttest. I make no claims for it, just tweaked it so it will work on AO3.
How to create notebook lined paper on Ao3
This is a live example of my AO3 skin that allows the author to recreate the look of lined notebook paper in their work. To learn more about it, you can find the tutorial here.
Sticky notes on Ao3 without using images
This is a live example of my AO3 skin that allows the author to recreate the look of sticky notes (aka Post-Its) in their fic. To learn more about it, you can find the tutorial here.
How to make deadpool’s thinking thinking boxes on Ao3
This is a live example of my AO3 skin that allows the author to recreate the look of Deadpool's thinking boxes in their fic. To learn more about it, you can find the tutorial here.
How to make newspaper articles on Ao3
This is a live example of my AO3 skin that allows the author to recreate the look of a newspaper article in their work. To learn more about it, you can find the tutorial here.
nothing will ever convince me what neal caffrey and peter burke had was platonic like. that show is everything but a straight fbi procedural let me tell you
–the day peter catches neal for the second time, he remembers the suit peter was wearing almost 4 years ago, the day he arrested neal for the first time. in another episode, neal points out that peter got a new suit. this guy has either plenty of suits or a few suits that look pretty much identical. what do you mean you know his wardrobe like that?? why do you care ??? (rhetorical question. i know why. neal caffrey i know what you are)
– neal never once shuts up about peter like he is physically incapable of doing so. "he's like the superman without powers." (raising his glass) "to peter burke. the man who we want to be more like." & the whole conversation between him and scott (the young conman/robin hoodie) when neal tried to convince him to turn himself in. "this is not about me. this is about peter burke. he's the smartest man i've ever met. he caught me, he will catch you." "no one's that good." "but he is, scott."
– similarly peter being constantly amazed by neal's tricks ('guess the number' game, forging signatures etc) and the way he operates when they're on a mission. peter "couldn't have done it without neal." burke i know what you are too
– the most giddy and happiest neal has been throughout the entire series is when peter calls him partner for the first time
– remember how heartbroken neal was when peter said "you failed me"?? he cared less about being in jail/being falsely incriminated and more about what peter thought of him
– when peter confronts kate for the first time, he promises to get her what she wants (the music box) in exchange for letting neal go and not playing with his emotions anymore and then kate asks him the million-dollar question, "why would you do that?" like yeah?? why would he?? at that point neal was just a criminal he locked up twice and they barely knew each other back then. yet he says "because he's good. he's the smartest man i've ever met." after that, he asks her if she ever really loved neal like it's any of his business. i'm
– whatever the fuck this is:
– neal risks jail time & his life for peter more times than anyone can count (changing the federal judge's incriminating tape with a blank one, falsifying evidence in order to get peter out of jail etc). the conman, who has done everything in his life for money and his own personal gain, who never gets close to people because he knows he lives on borrowed time, gives up 2.5 million dollar ring to save the man he's not at all in love with. and he doesn't even try to take credit for it. whilst not gay
–peter canonically listened to neal's daily horoscope on the radio. peter. listened to. neal's daily horoscope. fellas is it gay
– the way they look at each other actually make me nauseous bc what the fuck !!!!!!!
Tags: Established Relationship, Romantic Fluff, Hints to Smut, Romance, Domestic
The five love languages displayed between Mike and Harvey. They each flourish in different aspects. Harvey is so very soft for Mike.
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Mike, at some point, sits in Harvey's dark office after hours, when everyone, or almost everyone, has gone home. He's sitting on the couch, laying back against the back cushion and looking out the window. And he says out loud to himself: "I don't need approval. I need affection."
His eyes sting from being up too long and from taking his heart out of his chest and turning it every-which way to see if it has an off switch or reset button. Spoiler: it doesn't.
What he doesn't know is Harvey has been standing just inside the now closed glass door for a minute or two. Watching Mike look at the world outside.
It's another second of Mike taking heavy breaths to calm himself. "Approval is nice. But affection is better." And that's when he tilts his head to look right up at the ceiling and catch Harvey out of the corner of his eye.
Now. Take this little scene and picture Harvey walking in, quiet but focused. His eyes never leave Mike's, and Mike's never leave his.
When he gets to the back of the couch, he puts his hands on either side of Mike's head as Mike looks up at him. The slow breathing is matched over a few moments.
Harvey's brown eyes roam Mike's tired face. They notice little spots of irritated skin, a beginning stress pimple on his chin, the oily sheen on Mike's forehead and the tops of his cheeks where the ambient light from the city is hitting them.
From here, they're both human.
Harvey sighs softly, and the hot breath from his nose ruffles Mike's hair. He leans down and places a soft kiss on Mike's forehead, lingering there and breathing him in. The soft smack of separation brings a gentle warmth to this.
Mike's eyes are slow to open. And when they do, they're hooded. It's funny looking upside down. Harvey smiles that private smile. The one only Mike and Donna get to see. The vulnerable one. Mike loves that one.
Harvey hears the quiet but deep seeded moan of approval. Mike pats the cushion next to him. He only moves a little bit when Harvey stands straight and moves around to sit next to him.
When he does, and he's settled against the side, he opens his arm and let's Mike come to him, gravitate into his chest and be safe and quiet for a moment if not an eternity. The natural fit of Mike's head against his neck and shoulder is all Harvey needs to know that he and Mike are meant to be together. It's a sappy internal monologue he has going, but it's no less true. And it's especially true when Harvey kisses Mike's head and he hears the younger man sigh with the rightness. The need for affection being slowly filled as they sit there.
Harvey noses and kisses and keeps himself pressed against Mike's head, the short hairs tickling him but reminding him of what he's doing and who for.
Eventually, they'll get up to finish whatever Mike was doing for Harvey, or leave it and head home for the night. But not yet.
Time:
When it was just the two of them alone they could get away with quick meals. Little one pot dishes or things Mike has learned but can’t execute right. He relays the recipe to Harvey and he watches and Harvey adjusts it to their tastes.
When there are a couple people over in Harvey’s (now their) condo Harvey will enlist the help of Mike. Jessica and Donna will sit at the bar across from where Harvey is julienning carrots and zucchini. He shows off a little with his quick knife work, but he is mindful of where his hands are.
When Mike wants to try something Harvey is happy to oversee it. He knows Mike can make a mess so he cleans as they go. He’ll help out where Mike needs it or asks for it. And he will ask when it’s just them. Sole risotto with garlic and parsley pure, being stirred evenly by Mike.
It gives Harvey the time he needs to take out the marinating heirloom tomatoes from the fridge and plate them on a sharing dish. He’s happy to just chop herbs and onion to put on top, taking his time to get even dicing.
They don’t have to be constantly chattering at each other. It’s nice to just listen to the low volume record Harvey has playing. He’ll sway his hips a bit and mouth out sounds under his breath to the music. The soft accompaniment of Mike’s humming when he knows a bit of the tune joins Harvey’s melody. They can both hear the other smile even though their backs are to each other.
The atmosphere they’ve made for themselves holds them in its embrace when the stove gets turned off and the risotto is put into two shallow bowls. Quiet and steady. Mike knows he’s going to be doing the dishes later and Harvey will have a case file open in front of him at the bar counter while they work away separately.
Gifts:
Harvey doesn’t really enjoy receiving gifts. Sure he likes rewards and incentives from clients and the like, but he is not someone who gets much pleasure from personal gifts.
He does, however, know someone who adores being gifted things. Little things. Goofy things. Novelty or knick knacks. Practical sometimes.
He notices when Mike gets his gift too. In the way Mike will smile at him. Of the little show off thing he does.
Harvey smiles back at him and shakes his head, eyes sparkling in mirth at his lover. His partner really.
The tie clip that looks like a silver arrow is one of the first things Mike gets from Harvey. It’s not too personal but it is nice. He immediately swaps out the plain bevelled, polished-metal bar for it. And Harvey notices when Mike shows up in his office an hour later, jacket missing, sleeves rolled, but tie nice and neat, mouth going a mile a minute on some small print in a file from weeks ago that will undo the knot of a case they have now. Harvey’s eyes stay lit up from when he first spotted it on the dark navy tie.
When Mike is done his mini-rant Harvey shifts himself so his mouth isn’t covered by his fingers. “You look good, kid.”
It flusters Mike a little but then they get to the point of what Mike has brought him.
When Mike buys Harvey a little cactus to add to his ever growing plant collection he’s quickly informed that Harvey is not a gift haver . “But I do appreciate the thought of this. I just like getting things on my own time and own money.” He kisses Mike’s temple and happily puts the new cactus next to a succulent on his kitchen counter at the end where just enough sun will hit them.
A few weeks later Mike is given a small blue box, not jewellery sized, bigger than that. Inside in black and white paper he finds a disposable camera that needs filling. ‘ Add to your memories ’ is written in neat script from Harvey’s favourite fountain pen. Mike grins.
A lovely looking, dark lacquered, wooden box about the size of a hefty law textbook sits on Mike’s desk just after lunch. He sees a couple of the other guys looking at it with a mix of curiosity, jealousy, and annoyance. There’s a tag looped with twine through the key to the box. The key is a small gold thing, more for show than anything. He opens the little tag booklet and smiles as he reads.
If you need help, you only need ask.
Mike shook his head and slotted the key in, turned it, heard the click and opened the weighty lid to reveal its contents.
A white porcelain bowl with high walls and a little handle knob on the side. The rim of it and the butt of the handle are painted in fine china blue. The base of it is cork covered to stop it from moving on a counter. Next to the bowl, nestled in paper string worms is a shaving soap cake packaged like fancy waxed cheese. A finished wrought iron stand lays on its side amongst the paper worms. With the same sort of colouring as the stand is a bespoke looking safety razor. Fit with one, very sharp, blade under the rounded head at the end of a heavy handle. It feels nice when Mike holds it. The final piece of the set is a wide shaving brush with the same coloured handle as the stand and razor. Engraved with gold lettering is the company name and their trademark year. There is a soft plastic cover over the bristles to protect it.
Reading the maker’s card under the lid states it is 100% badger hair. The two soap cakes (the second being hidden by the paper stuffing) are scented how Mike thinks Victorian England would smell: a deep tobacco leaf base and notes of both earl grey and something that is rain on grass. It’s something Mike would think Harvey’s place would smell like on a rainy Sunday afternoon. Comforting.
Mike closes his eyes when he peels back a bit of the sticker seal on the waxed paper to get a good whiff. He has to stop himself from moaning at it. He’s being given a treat.
Service:
Sunday morning is a late one. Both of them are sleepy and warm. Neither wants to leave their bed. But one can only turn over and go back to sleep so many times.
Mike drags Harvey out of bed, earns a petulant whine and then an even more irked bleary glare. Thankfully what Mike is going to do for him involves minimal input from him. Harvey sees that Mike has put the medical stool he had when he sprained his ankle into the shower. Harvey’s going to sit while Mike bathes him. And isn’t that heaven. He’d never have thought of it himself.
Pushing down boxers and boxer-briefs, shedding sleep shirts, and for some god awful reason Mike pulls off sleep socks. (He got cold at night.) Mike makes sure the water is warm before holding Harvey’s hand like a gentleman and making sure his king is seated just under the warm spray. Making sure towels are there Mike finally follows and closes the glass door.
Leaning back into the water Harvey is in bliss. He had to leave the nest of heat and Mike’s smell behind to get it, but it’s worth it when he feels the warm water run through his hair and down his back and ass. It soothes him in a way nothing else can. When he opens his eyes it’s to Mike watching him lose himself.
“Yeah?” It’s said with a teasing smile.
Harvey nods and lets out a sigh. He’s in good hands. He closes his eyes again when Mike squeezes a bit of shampoo into the cup of his hand and brings it over Harvey’s hair, lathering his hands together for a moment before diving those wonderful fingers into the dark brown strands of Harvey’s hair.
The moan echoes loudly in the enclosed shower, stating how good this feels to Harvey. Mike’s little laugh is the answer. All sudsy, Mike gets Harvey to tip back and breath through his nose as he scrubs the shampoo out. It’s rough but good. They found out together how much pressure to use for each other.
He comes out of the spray and blows the water from his mouth, bringing his hands up to wipe his eyes. This part was never sexy, just close. However Harvey sends heat into Mike’s veins when he places his solid palms on Mike’s hips and pulls him forward a bit. He lays sweet kisses over Mike’s hips and across his lower belly, making sure to lick and lap over the begining of a prominent vein that leads down and among curly pubic hair.
Mike’s hand cups the back of Harvey’s head, thumb probably rubbing tangles into the one spot. They couldn’t care less when Harvey starts on a hickey, noticing the twitches of muscle underneath soft skin.
“Don’t- not yet. Want to finish this for you.” Mike’s protest is just loud enough above the shower’s noise.
Harvey pulls his mouth back and nods. His brown eyes promise things from the mischievous glint in them, but they stay their path for now.
Mike lathers in the conditioner, really massaging it in and earning sighs and hums and deep groans from his love. A warm woodsy scent is amplified, The shampoo was nice, the conditioner adds to it. While they wait for the conditioner Mike pulls the stool out from the water and switches with Harvey so he can quickly scrub his own hair clean. He forgoes the conditioner as he hates the feeling of it. He and Harvey and even Donna have had arguments about it. They stopped giving him shit when they realised he wasn’t going to cave.
Bringing Harvey back under the spray, Mike is thorough in getting the slick stuff out of that lovingly thick hair. Harvey smiles serenely and lets Mike handle him.
“Stand please.” Mike’s words are liquid in Harvey’s mind. It’s a familiar moment, not one done often, but Mike wants to. Harvey wants him to.
It's quick when Mike opens the shower door and puts the stool outside of it and out of their way. Sealing them in once more Mike takes the grey loofa off of the hook behind Harvey and soaks it under the water against Harvey’s back. Mike kisses Harvey’s chest like this, smiles into the press of lips before pulling away.
“Can I get all of you?”
Harvey’s eyes go so soft for Mike. “Of course. Does this include plans later?”
“It sure can.” Mike sees the small head tilt. “It will.”
Taking the bar of soap and rubbing it in the mesh of the puffball lathers it up and spreads bubbles all over the grey material. “Back first.”
Being presented with the unbroken expanse gives Mike the moment to appreciate it before going to work. He’s even in his circles, this perfect side of rough in the scrubbing, and neither of them comment when his one knee gives a loud crack as he lowers himself down on one to get at Harvey’s legs. He gives a soft pat to Harvey’s asscheek when he needs the man to turn back around. He’s faced with a wonderful problem. But he ignores it in favour of cleaning his love.
Before standing up he gives the root of it a little kiss. Harvey snorts and moans at the same time. It’s a strangled and delicious mess of a sound. They can wait a little longer. Mike is equally as even and thorough on this side too, lifting Harvey’s arms a bit to get his arm pits and then down his arms to between his fingers.
He rubs his own hand into the loofa and gives his soaped hand a few rubs in itself before reaching for Harvey’s cock. It’s firm and velvety in Mike’s easy grip. He’s quick with his cleaning, not wanting to drag this out much more. He runs his finger nails through neatly trimmed brown curls and is gentle with Harvey’s balls in his fingers.
Rinsing his hand off and doing one more soaping of his fingers he drops the loofa and reaches behind Harvey to get at his ass, using one hand to spread apart one cheek and the other to rub and clean and ultimately tease the hell out of his partner.
The shower is quickly shut off once Harvey and Mike have rinsed off. Mike can wash his own body later.
Affirmation:
They like to snark at each other. Give biting remarks. Bark things over breakfast or the negotiating table when there’s no client. They enjoy the banter and sneers. The bullying that’s really loving in disguise. Ribbing and winding each other up all work week or more. The teasing and taunting and challenging of each other.
Everyone has just about had it in the office. That is until a few people hear what can only be described as context.
They had had a bad month. Not just Harvey or Mike, but the whole firm. Something had happened with a client that tumbled into another, and another.
The ends of ropes are being found and arguments have started popping off.
It’s during a meeting with Jessica, Louis, a couple paralegals, and some support staff that it happens.
Mike is tapping his new, heavy, ballpoint pen on his legal pad of a few short notes as Harvey talks to the group from beside him.
In the middle of his sentence Harvey reaches over and closes his hand over Mike’s. His head turns to him. “Mike, I love you, but if you keep doing that I will kick you out of this meeting through the window.”
There’s laughter around the table. No one thinks he’s being sincere. And it’s a laugh at Mike’s fidgeting until Mike nods and instead brings the pen into both hands and starts playing with screwing the lid on and off again. It makes no sound and he even brings it down towards his lap so it’s out of Harvey’s peripheral vision.
“Sorry, Harvey, Love you too.” The smile they share in front of witnesses is warmer than anything anyone save for Jessica has seen before.
Harvey pets Mike’s knee and goes back to what he was saying.
From there, people start to pay attention to the things either not being said or the quieter taunts. It’s then easy to see how they both communicate their love to each other.
A long suffering sigh from Mike is accompanied by a very small smile. Even though he’s overwhelmed he does the work Harvey asked of him.
Looks sent over pages of documents and files and photos are bright and floaty, sometimes weighted with lust, other times so loving it hurts.
Donna opens Harvey’s door and hears as well as sees the soft way Harvey murmurs “I love you, sweetheart.” next to Mike on the leather couch. When he spots Donna at the open door he waves her over, takes the usb from her, and states with all the ire he can muster (which is absolutely nothing considering he likes Donna and has his partner near plastered to his side.) “If what you heard leaves this room I’ll have you fired and in Minnesota.”
She just smiles and shakes her head. “The whole office building knows by now. Your little show in the meeting a couple weeks ago has had the spotlight on you since.”
“Fine. The tone can’t leave this room then. It’s only for Mike’s ears.”
“Noted and filed. You guys- I’m glad you found each other.”
“I am too.” Mike says it as he looks up from his highlighting, cheeks just pink but his body relaxed into Harvey’s.
Mike's love is in the way he will hold Harvey's jaw in quiet hands and lightly kiss the moles above Harvey's eyebrow. And then proceed to pepper kisses on said eyebrow, and temple, and cheek, and over his closed eye. Harvey has been a bit self conscious of his moles, knowing they're obvious and right there. But Mike has shown he loves them because they make Harvey human. They're sweet looking to Mike.
Harvey's love is in the way he leans over Mike's shoulder at the end of the day and whispers softly that it's time to head home. That they can pack up and leave their work behind for the night. That Harvey will cook something easy to eat because it's been a long day. The little reassurances of how much Harvey loves him. It's said quietly but the smiles they both have spell it out for anyone who notices if they're still around.
It's in the way Mike rises earlier than Harvey on a rare day off or a weekend. How he's slow to get out of bed so he doesn't wake his partner. Harvey is older and needs his sleep more than he used to. Mike doesn't need a full night to function. But Harvey does. It's sweet to think about too. That Harvey will pass up on a few things to get just five minutes more. And Mike will happily let him sleep as long as he wants to- within reason.
It's certainly in the way Harvey has watched certain films several times now, because they're comforting for Mike, and in extension now, himself. He can recite scenes of certain ones now. When given the chance he will parrot the lines to Mike when the younger man is either in need of a pick up during work or he wants to hear that wonderful laugh.
Harvey feels it when he gets random text messages throughout the day, even if they're in the same room.
Mike feels it when Harvey reaches for his hand in public and laces their finger together, thumb rubbing over knuckles.
And it is very much in the very stitching of their relationship as Harvey and Mike sit down by the first base line, Mike in a Red Sox Jersey and Harvey in a Yankees. (Only when its the Red Sox playing. Otherwise Mike has a very generic Yankees shirt he puts on to make Harvey happy.) If Harvey puts a little Red Sox key chain medallion on his keys it's only because it has Mike's name on it as a souvenir when they took a trip to Boston.
Marvey Lemons/nsf(t) under the cut but first stage setting:
They get back from the office, Mike took his bike that morning and then wanted to ride around for a bit before coming home. So when he gets back he's sweaty, a bit tired, and not hungry yet.
Harvey has dinner in the oven, indulgent tonight with baked chicken thighs in sauce in an oven safe pot, and baked cheesy potatoes. It'll be a while before it's ready. He sees Mike cross their condo to go have a shower.
Harvey has been wanting to make his puppy feel good all day. He got woken up with kisses and a quick but good blow job. He's going to return the favor. And is quickly shucking his own clothing and dumping it into the laundry basket in their bedroom so he can join his man.
Mike is surprised, but welcoming when Harvey opens and enters the shower, is even more surprised when he gets pressed back into the cold tile. And he groans when Harvey sinks to his knees on the shower floor even though it has to hurt.
"Harvey, at least let me wash first. Im all sweaty."
"Good. That means it's all you. Love it when you smell and taste musky. And now is the perfect time." That perfectly boyish smile comes out to play just as Harvy leans in to lap and kiss at Mike's hip and thigh and inward to his groin.
Mike is plumping up under Harvey's hot mouth and sucking kisses. Going from a little hard with riding his bike and getting his blood pumping to almost entirely solid from Harvey nuzzling and nudging and kissing his way over and around Mikes cock.
The moan Mike lets out is loud. It's taken him a while to stop biting back his sounds. To let his noises come through. They're the only ones in this condo suite. No roommates. No neighbours against the walls. He can cry out Harvey's name over and over in passion, and nothing can be done about it unless Harvey shuts him up himself.
Instead, Harvey takes Mike in hand and jerks him off a couple times before placing the rosy red head at his lips, kissing and licking at the frenulem. Lightly suckling there and getting Mike to gasp breathlessly and strain silent with it.
When Mike is fully looking down at Harvey, once he's shut the shower off, not wanting to be the dick to waste water, Harvey finally takes him into his mouth. Hand at the root of his cock and those lips stretched around him, big brown eyes looking up with such lust and love it takes Mike's breath away. The light wet sounds are amplified by the walls and glass of the large shower. Harvey makes it obscene on purpose, opening his mouth that has threads of drool already, attatched to Mike's erection, and moaning as he laves and licks over the crown. Tonguing into the slit and gathering the precum starting to spit out every so often.
Harvey pants through his nose when he does take Mike down as far as he can. Can't quite take him all. He has a gag reflex that he wishes didnt exist but it's alright. He knows how to use what he can. And Mike's thighs tremble when he uses his hand along with his mouth, getting what his mouth can't.
Mike is workout sweat, day sweat, their laundry detergent, and precum and Mike. Harvey loves it all. Closes his eyes momentarily to savour it. He feels Mike rock his hips lazily with it, chasing his mouth. He let's Mike have that for a bit, holds his milky thighs with strong hands, and opens his mouth a little from the tight ring he had made. He gags a little and it tickles a lot but he tries to relax for Mike. Successful for a few thrusts as he concentrates with a furrowed brow. But eventually his throat wins out and he has to press Mike's hips back into the tiled wall. That has Mike mewling and grunting.
"Harv, please." Is the magic words to him. He keeps Mike pinned with a rough touch and bobs his head at his own pace and depth for Mike to feel, eyes gone from sunny to hungry. A challenge and a need at the same time. He wants Mike to spill into his mouth. He just gets his thumb over to the middle of Mike's waist to trace the prominent vein that leads from belly to the base of his cock, thumbing at the now throbbing root of it and bringing his hand down to cup and massage Mike's balls. Pat them softly before pressing up with his palm.
Mike howls with it. Loves it. Brings his hand down from where he had it braced against the wall to Harvey's hair and threads into it. Not to pull but to keep there in support and love. Mike had found out Harvey loves being told how hes doing. Loves to know he's pleasing his partner. And this little thing means so much. A connection.
Harvey finally goes for it, licks and sucks and moves his hand to Mike's shaft again to stroke while he does. He gets a bit of a warning, a soft tug in his hair and his name brokenly moaned into their bathroom. He feels the slight swelling of Mike's cock and then feels the snap of his orgasm coming when the delicate flesh starts to throb and pulse under his touch and mouth. Precum gives way to cum and Harvey is swallowing and sucking as best as he can. The taste could be better, but him giving a blow job is not about that. It's about seeing and hearing Mike fall apart for him after a long day. About him getting on his knees to service his lover, his partner. About Harveys oral fixation being satisfied for the moment. The intimacies of being like this when usually it's reversed. Their trust in each other to not go too far and to tell each other when it is. And Harvey stays with Mike until hes shivery and whining at it being too much. Harvey keeps suckling and kissing and cleans Mike's cock of his end until he's going soft and is actively pushing Harvey away.
Just before standing, while Mike pets through his hair, Harvey kisses the still somewhat plump root of Mike's soft dick while looking up at him. Pulling away to smile and lick his lips and feel the warmth radiate off of Mike in droves with unsaid praise that will be verbal once his brain comes back from orbit. For now Harvey is content to press his forehead to Mike's sticky-tacky hip and rest for a moment until he's given a choice on what he'd like in return. If he even wants it.
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