Another Suits fic Rating: Explicit
Summary: “I trust you,” Harvey gasped, panting now. “Please, Mike, I’ll be so good- just, just let me-”
Or
Harvey Specter needs someone to take care of him, Mike Ross is happy to volunteer.
Dom Mike/Sub Harvey
Harvey Specter was pretty fantastic at a lot of things, including stress relief, but that didn’t mean there weren’t times where he needed something extra to take the edge off. An argument with Jessica, Louis shitting the bed, a particularly incompetent client- all things he could deal with easily enough on their own, but all three? And don’t even get him started on Mike Ross, who had made enough mistakes today to almost outweigh the huge advantage he got to Harvey right before he left for the day. It was enough to fix Louis’s mistakes and get him out of the doghouse with Jessica, but Harvey couldn’t shake the leftover energy from his near constant cortisol high throughout the day. He should be exhausted, relieved, but he’s not, and a few glasses of scotch wasn’t doing anything to soothe his manic mood.
Harvey sighed as he slid files into his briefcase to take home for the weekend, calling Ray to meet him and making sure he could be on call for the next few hours. Ray agreed, of course, because Harvey Specter did not skimp out on overtime pay, and Harvey forced himself to stay still and not pace while waiting in the lobby of Pearson Hardman.
The traffic wasn’t great, despite the late hour, on account of it being a Friday night in New York, but it wasn’t the worst it could be. Harvey told Ray he needed him back in an hour as he stepped out of the car, snagging his briefcase and heading into his building. He spent the elevator ride trying not to pace, and once the doors opened, he was off. Harvey had his nightlife routine down pat, so he made quick work of cleaning himself up, changing into a more… clubbing friendly outfits, and having another scotch- it was a vital part of the routine, okay? Prevented him from being a coward and backing out, because God knows that sometimes Harvey felt more anxious about actually going out than whatever was driving him to go out in the first place.
He never felt like that when going out for a drink, or to pick up a girl. No, this routine- and the anxiety surrounding it- was explicitly for when Harvey decided to go out with the specific urge to blow off some steam. It was always the same club he ended up in, because they had the best privacy policy he could find, and comprehensive rules for anyone engaging in a scene, along with a zero tolerance policy. He had yet to decide if he actually wanted to find someone to fuck, to fuck him, or to just watch, but that decision could wait.
Harvey gave himself a onceover in his bathroom mirror and nodded. A quick check of the time on his phone revealed he was right on time to meet Ray, as he predicted he would be- after all, a memorised routine is one that runs on time- and left his apartment. He gave Ray the address as he settled into the backseat, and went through his email during the drive. As they pulled over slightly up the street, Harvey noticed a bike outside the club and gave a huff of laughter. What kind of person rides a bike to a BDSM club? That’s the kind of shit Mike would pull- and there goes his temporary good mood. He’s not really mad at Mike, afterall Harvey is responsible for his actions and fuck ups, but he doesn’t want to think about work at all during this, it’s the only way it actually works.
Harvey told Ray that he would probably get a call within the next couple of hours before exiting the car and crossing the street. The club was busy, but not incredibly so. Harvey got checked in, and got asked the dreaded question.
“Are you planning on participating in any scenes tonight?”
“Yeah.” Harvey replied simply, because even though he was still unsure, he could always change his mind. She wrapped a green wristband around his wrist and admitted him to the club. He was tempted to grab a drink, but he’d already had a few before coming, and any signs of drunkenness would get him banished to whatever colour wristband meant he wasn’t participating. Harvey just wanted to keep his options open.
He snagged a table to sit at, far in the back, and passively watched the scene going on onstage. The pair clearly had an established relationship, and Harvey found his thoughts turning more self-deprecating by the moment, so he looked around. He noticed a few familiar faces, people he wouldn’t turn down but didn’t feel like seeking out himself, and then he caught an extremely familiar face. As in, the face of his associate who he saw mere hours ago.
Harvey quickly looked away, lest Mike feel his eyes boring holes into the side of his head and look his way. This was an absolute worst case scenario, the worst case scenario. Could nothing in his life be sacred? Be untouched by the ever encompassing Mike Ross, who put his grimy little hands all over every other aspect of Harvey’s life, and was now apparently doing it to the one form of stress relief Harvey had that didn’t make him think of his associate?
Harvey risked another look towards Mike, who was talking to two people that Harvey recognized all too well, and he was startled by the flare of jealousy he felt watching Mike lean into their space, clearly flirting. And then Mike was looking at him, their eyes locked, and Harvey’s mouth went dry. The whole main room had dim lighting, so it was possible that Mike didn’t realize who it was staring at him, but given the fact that he stood up from his table, Harvey wasn’t that lucky. Harvey suddenly wishes he had gotten that drink, afterall, if only to have something to do with his hands while Mike made his way over.
Maybe he could have gotten up, fled, looked anywhere else, but Harvey couldn’t take his eyes off of Mike as the man weaved through tables and gave smiling apologies as he squeezed between people, until he was sliding into the seat across from Harvey, looking devastatingly handsome. Mike clearly had come here straight from work, or only briefly stopped at home, because though he was missing his suit jacket and tie, his shirt was the same, and Harvey could assume his pants and shoes were as well. The top few buttons were undone, sleeves rolled up, and Harvey wanted- but this was Mike. Not a fling, Mike, his associate, his lackey, his puppy.
“Harvey.” Mike’s voice was all casual, with an edge of giddiness to it. Harvey couldn’t be surprised that Mike would take joy in knowing another one of Harvey’s secrets, it was one area that Mike excelled at.
“Mike.” Harvey nodded, leaning back and feigning relaxation. “I was just leaving, so you can get back to that conversation you were having.” Mike leaned forward, giving Harvey a knowing smirk that Harvey recognized from many speeches about having saved the day that ended with a file being tossed onto Harvey’s desk.
“You just got here,” Mike corrected, resting his chin on his hand and tilting his head, giving Harvey an innocent look. “And you can come join the conversation if you like, I was just talking about my boss at work, and how he’s a total hardass.” Harvey rolled his eyes, giving Mike an annoyed look that did nothing to reduce the smugness radiating off the younger man.
“Maybe I could talk about my subordinate and the fact that he’s a migraine and an ulcer wrapped into a neat little package.” He retorted, licking his lips and watching as Mike’s gaze shot downwards from his eyes. Harvey knew how to flirt, how to get what he wanted… but he didn’t know what he wanted from Mike. The last thing Harvey wanted was to ruin their working relationship, because Mike was brilliant and Harvey enjoyed his presence in the office, and he didn’t know if he could have this and keep that. “Listen Mike-” Harvey began with a sigh, but Mike interrupted him.
“Ah ah.” Mike cut in, voice sharp, and Harvey’s breath hitched. He settled a little lower in his chair, pupils blown and face flushing as Mike stared him down. “I know today was hard for you, Harvey, and that I was the cause of a.. not insignificant amount of that stress, so would you let me relieve some of it?” Mike’s way of asking was gentle, giving Harvey an opportunity to turn this into anything but a proposition, but Harvey didn’t want it any other way.
“What did you have in mind?” Harvey asked, his voice tight with desire and the slightest hint of fear. He trusted Mike absolutely, and knew that he would never do anything Harvey said no to, but Harvey rarely subbed for anyone, and it had been… a while since the last time. Not since Scottie's last visit.
“This is about you,” Mike replied, but his grin turned into something more thoughtful as Harvey hesitated. “What do you normally like for stress relief?”
And Harvey has explained his wants- his very niche wants- to several people at this club, to Scotty, but Mike is different. It would be easy to respond with “Bondage.” and let Mike go crazy, or ask Mike to edge him until he can’t see straight, but Harvey doesn’t want to lie. He hates lying to people’s faces- not bluffing, bluffing is different- but actually lying, he can’t stand it. And yet, it would almost be worse to tell the truth, because it’s Mike . Harvey had curated a very specific persona that Mike has been repeatedly bashing at with a sledgehammer since the moment they met, and this would be handing him directions to the weak point in the wall and helping him line up the shot.
“I want you to fuck me.” Okay, easy part over with. Here goes nothing, “And-” Harvey looked away from Mike, chewing on his lip. He couldn’t go through with this- it was too open, too revealing, and Harvey still needed to be able to face his associate on Monday. “And I want you to-” Anything but take care of me- “take care of me.” Shit. He looks back over to Mike as the man gives a huff of laughter.
“Of course I’ll take care of you Harvey, I’ve got you.” Harvey blinks at him, and is both relieved and slightly disappointed that Mike hadn’t picked up on what Harvey had actually requested. It usually took some explaining, but Mike had brushed it off easily without question, and Harvey wasn’t feeling particularly forthcoming, so he let Mike think what he wanted.
“Right. Let me call Ray.” Harvey murumed in reply, ignoring the way Mike’s gaze turned curious and prying.
Ray wasn’t too far, so within a few minutes Mike and Harvey were settled in the backseat. Mike made small talk with Ray during the drive, with Harvey adding the occasional comment but mostly staying quiet. He was going to have sex with his associate. He was going to sub for his associate. This has to be a massive HR violation, and Harvey momentarily considers asking Ray to just drop Mike off at home, but one look towards Mike and Harvey know’s he won’t be doing that. He doesn’t want to. He wants Mike.
“Thanks, Ray.” Harvey called as Ray parked, “Have a goodnight.” He adds, exiting the car and waiting as Mike does the same. Ray replies in kind, and then Harvey is having the very real thought that he is bringing Mike Ross into his apartment for sex, but before he can start overthinking it, Mike’s hand is in his, and he’s guiding Harvey to the elevator.
The elevator ride is quiet- they’re both getting themselves together, preparing for the night's big event, but Mike doesn’t let go of Harvey’s hand, and Harvey lets himself put his trust and faith in Mike, even though the vulnerability is scary. Tonight will go however it goes, and Harvey will end up on the other side perfectly okay, as he always does.
“Do you want a drink?” Harvey offers upon letting them into his apartment, pouring himself a glass of scotch and drinking it far too quickly to appreciate it. He would feel guilty if he wasn’t preoccupied with Mike Ross standing in his living room. Mike shakes his head, so Harvey nods and sets his own glass down, leaving against the island and shifting from foot to foot. Mike doesn’t look any better off, anxiety radiating off of him in waves. Maybe this was a mistake- Harvey should offer him the master bedroom, banish himself to the guest room, and they can pretend this little lapse in judgement never happened.
He opens his mouth to offer just that, but closes it when Mike suddenly draws himself up. “Are you okay with no or stop meaning no and stop?” Mike asks, approaching Harvey and settling opposite from him, mirroring his position of leaning against the counter.
“Yeah.” Harvey answered, voice raspy, and Mike nodded once.
“Good.” Mike murmured, and Harvey couldn’t hide his reaction to the tidbit of praise if he wanted too. It was embarrassing, the way that single word sent shivers down his spine, made his face flush and ignited a warmth in his stomach.
“Of course you like compliments,” Mike laughed, crossing around the counter and standing directly next to Harvey. Harvey turned to face him, curious as to what Mike was after. “Let’s see if you like this, hmm?” He cleared his throat and looked directly into Harvey’s eyes, stare intense and serious in a way that has Harvey tensing in anticipation. “Be a good boy for me and kneel .”
Harvey complies easily, dropping onto his knees and leaning back on his heels, looking up at Mike with half lidded eyes. There is a sliver of pleasure in doing what he’s told, but the true ecstasy lies in the praise that will- hopefully- follow. Harvey knows how to be a brat- he is one, really, in his day to day life, but when he’s subbing? Harvey chases the high of praise harder than anything else, it is the most important part of the experience.
“Good,” Mike coos, bending down to grab Harvey’s chin and drag him up into a kiss. It’s gentle, and sweet, and Harvey wants more . He chases after Mike as he pulls away, and gets a firm, “ No. ” for his troubles. Harvey’s bottom lip coming up in a pitiful pout and deep, brown eyes growing shiny. Harvey is trying not to crumple like a wet paper bag in the face of Mike’s disapproval, and failing miserably. He isn’t sure why he’s already feeling so… emotional, with Mike, and he doesn't know if it’s good or bad, but Mike cups his cheek and he’s floating.
Mike brushed his thumb over Harvey’s bottom lip. “You really do need this, don’t you?” he murmured softly
“Yeah.” Harvey sighed contently, he would be fine doing this all night. On his knees, Mike praising him, loving him.
Mike pulled back, his expression sharpening along with his tone, “Then earn it.”
Harvey’s brows twitched, confused, but Mike was already walking away, disappearing down towards where Harvey’s bedroom is. If Mike wanted something specific, Harvey would have been able to help him, was tempted to help him but… He didn’t want to get in trouble again. So, Harvey remained on his knees, zeroing in on a small smudge on his wall and keeping himself in the perfect posture. A few minutes later, Mike returned, and crooked a finger in Harvey’s direction.
“I want you on the bed,” Mike said, voice calm as Harvey stood, trailing behind him as Mike began to walk towards Harvey’s bedroom. “Clothes off first, then lie back. Don’t touch yourself. You’ll get what you want, but only if you let me give it to you.”
Harvey’s breath hitched, pupils blown as Mike opened the door to the bedroom and let Harvey enter first, closing it behind them. He pulled his shirt off over his head, averting his eyes from Mike’s as the man positively leered at him. Normally that would give Harvey a burst of confidence, but he was feeling oddly self conscious. He folded the shirt and set it down at the bench at the end of his bed, the cool air of the bedroom making goosebumps rise across his arms. He went to take his belt off next, and hesitated for a moment, but quickly continued. He assumed Mike wouldn’t notice- or if he did, wouldn’t really care, but he was proved wrong.
“Harvey, hey.” Mike called, bringing Harvey’s attention back to where he was leaning against the wall. “Are you okay? We can stop anytime, you know that right?”
Mike. Kind, loving, caring Mike. Understanding Mike. “I know. I’m fine.” Harvey replied, and was entirely grateful when Mike didn’t point out the way his hands trembled slightly as he slid off his pants and boxers, neatly folding them with the rest of his clothes. He wanted to do this, wanted the relief of having his brain take a back seat to pleasure, the release of everything he had bottled up during the day, but it was terrifying. Harvey was better at taking control than letting it go, even if the release of control made him feel better, in the end.
Shaking away his thoughts, Harvey continued forward with Mike’s instructions. He laid back on the bed, hands twisting in the sheets as he looked towards Mike, shivering at the approval he saw in his eyes.
“Okay?” Mike asked, stepping closer, one knee on the mattress.
“Okay.” Harvey mirrored back, voice cracking around the word.
“Good.” Mike cooed, leaning over Harvey, but not touching him yet. He let his breath ghost across Harvey’s chest. “You’re so tense, Harvey. Will you let me help?”
Harvey nodded, unable to speak. His shoulders dropped, tension bleeding out of him one breath at a time, like he was finally exhaling something he’d held all day. His thoughts had been reduced to a low level buzz in the back of his head as he looked into Mike’s eyes, mouth falling slightly open as Mike leaned down and licked a strip up his chest. A whine punctured the silence that had fallen between them, and it took Harvey a moment to realize it was coming from him. Mike gave him a smirk, sitting back on his heels, hands sliding Harvey’s legs apart slowly, teasing.
“You don’t get to think tonight, that’s my job now. You just feel. Understood?” As he spoke, Mike stroked Harvey’s skin, dragging his fingers across his upper thighs and stomach, and it served as an incredible distraction. Harvey hardly thought about his next words before they were falling from his mouth.
“Please.”
“So needy,” Mike teased, and Harvey went to retort, but found his words drained away when Mike grabbed his cock and gave it a squeeze. Harvey choked on his words, gasping and bucking up into the touch, but Mike let go, returning to his gentle teasing from before. His fingers ghosted over Harvey’s hips, his stomach, down his thighs. Harvey trembled beneath the attention, eyes half-lidded, lips parted, his breathing shallow. He wanted more, but Mike didn’t seem inclined to give it to him, at least not yet.
“Good,” Mike murmured again, and Harvey could hear him give a huff of amusement as Harvey’s cock jumped at the praise. “Now, hands above your head. On the pillow. Keep them there.”
Harvey obeyed slowly, stretching out in the most comfortable way possible. He was half tempted to ask Mike if he wanted to get out the handcuffs, but figured that might be best left till next time. He dug his fingers into the pillow, letting himself feel slightly frustrated at the length of the foreplay. If it had been anyone but Mike, anything but this, Harvey would have likely already gotten what he wanted out of this evening- perhaps even before he left the club, but he would channel patience for this.
“That's it,” Mike praised, settling between Harvey’s legs, hands warm and sure on his thighs. “You don't need to think. Just listen to my voice.” Harvey exhaled shakily, tension ebbing away with each word. He wanted to be good, which meant doing what Mike said. Let his thoughts fall away, but it was harder than he had anticipated. Harvey almost always had this problem when he subbed- he let his thoughts trail along and distract him, and take away from the moment. “Okay?” Mike asked again, his tone firm and low, commanding.
“Okay.” Came the choked reply.
Mike smiled, and the look he gave Harvey was nothing short of reverent. “Good boy.”
Harvey’s breath hitched again, but not from nerves. The praise shot through him like lightning, lighting up body and making him shudder in pleasure. His eyes fluttered closed for a moment, jaw slack.
“Are you feeling taken care of?” Mike asked, voice soft and a little teasing. He leaned in, brushing his lips over Harvey’s collarbone, then his throat, not quite kissing, just breathing him in. “Don’t worry, Harvey. You’ll get what you want soon.”
Harvey swallowed, but the lump in his throat didn’t go away. His senses felt like they were dialed up, he was far too aware of every drag of Mike’s fingers, every inch of his body that wasn’t being touched but could be. The anticipation burned hotter than the touch itself.
Mike’s fingers grazed up Harvey’s side again until they circled the soft skin just below his ribs. He watched the way Harvey’s muscles twitched beneath his hands, how his breath caught and hitched in his chest, and how, despite his obvious desire, he didn’t move his hands from the pillow.
“That’s it,” Mike whispered gently, voice a low purr now. “You're being so good for me.”
Harvey let out another shaky breath, part relief and part desperation. He wanted- God, he wanted, ached, yearned- but Mike’s voice was a strong current, pulling him deeper into that quiet place that he could only achieve like this.
Mike leaned over him again, pressing the lightest of kisses to the corner of his jaw. “You’re doing so well,” he whispered. “You don’t have to think. I’ve got you Harvey, I won’t let anything happen to you.”
Harvey shuddered, whining softly before he could stop himself. As much as he was enjoying the teasing and praise, he wanted Mike to touch him- to fuck him, like he said he would. He leaned into Mike’s touch, letting his thoughts fall away in search of getting more, in feeling more.
“There it is,” Mike said, smiling like a secret. “You're starting to let go.” Mike pressed a kiss to his sternum, then lower, trailing the path with maddening patience. Harvey’s legs shifted restlessly, but he didn’t dare move his hands.
“How are you doing?” Mike asked again, barely above a whisper now, breath warm against Harvey’s stomach.
“Perfect,” Harvey exhaled, voice thick. “Please don’t stop.”
“Oh, I’m not going to stop,” Mike said, chuckling softly. “But I need you to be patient, understand?”
Harvey nodded, desperate, pleading. “Yes. I understand.”
“Good boy.”
The words were so simple, so unassuming, and yet the sound Harvey made in response was pure arousal and ecstasy. Mike rewarded him with another kiss, just above the crease of his thigh, before moving lower, taking his time kissing along the sensitive skin of Harvey’s inner thigh, alternating between feather-light brushes of lips and firmer presses that made Harvey’s hips twitch involuntarily.
“You’re shaking,” he croaked, dragging his nails lightly down Harvey’s thigh. At least Mike isn’t as unaffected as he had been appearing. “You want to ask for it, don’t you?”
Harvey gasped as Mike suddenly bit his thigh, teasing the skin between his teeth before moving on. Harvey knew he was supposed to say something, but the words were out of reach, drowned out by the thrum of arousal and desire.
Mike sat back just enough to meet his eyes, and Harvey mourned the loss of touch. “I asked you a question, Harvey. Come on, use your words.”
“Please,” Harvey begged, eyes glossy. “Please, Mike, I- I need you.”
Mike’s expression softened immediately. He reached out and cradled Harvey’s face in both hands, just for a moment, thumbs sweeping over his cheekbones. “You’re doing so well,” he said, voice rich with affection. “I think it’s time I gave you a reward for your good behaviour.”
Then, at last, he slid his hands beneath Harvey’s thighs and guided them fully apart, settling between them with purpose. Harvey moaned, low and drawn out, at the first true touch- Mike’s mouth closing over him, hot and slick and devastatingly slow. The sudden intensity left him gasping, eyes squeezing shut as pleasure shot through him. His hips bucked, but Mike didn’t seem to mind, taking Harvey with a practiced ease.
Mike didn’t rush, he was painfully slow as he worked his way up and down Harvey’s cock. Harvey wanted more- but Mike kept his own pace, drawing it out until Harvey was squirming beneath him.
“Please- Mike- Shit-” Harvey gasped as Mike swallowed around him, muscles tense and taut as he grew close. “Mike-!” Harvey cried as the wet warmth previously enveloping him disappeared as Mike pulled off. Harvey glared at him, the pleasure he had been feeling dissipating and leaving him feeling distinctly unsatisfied.
“Relax, Harvey.” Mike soothed, but Harvey could tell he was amused. Dick.
Or maybe not. Harvey’s bad mood evaporated as Mike captured his mouth in a kiss, and Harvey could taste himself on Mike’s lips, on his tongue. When Mike pulled away, Harvey stayed firmly put, displeased but not willing to disobey Mike in the same manner he did earlier.
“Where do you keep your lube?” Mike asked, in the least sexy way possible. Harvey rolled his eyes, and gasped sharply when Mike slapped his inner thigh. It wasn’t particularly hard, barely even stung, but Harvey felt the earlier fuzz return full force where it had faded in his annoyance.
“Bedside table drawer, near the front.” Harvey answered, his voice trembling with pleasure and embarrassment in equal parts. Punishment was a common part of play, Harvey knew that, but he didn’t- it didn’t normally make him feel like this, properly chastised and ashamed of his actions. As Mike crawled across him to reach the drawer, Harvey took a moment to picture Mike putting him over his knee and quickly banished the thought, lest he come right then.
Harvey watched Mike douse his fingers in a generous amount of lube before gently pressing one against Harvey’s hole. Harvey tensed, but forced himself to relax- it was best to let the body naturally relax, but Harvey was impatient and needy and the sooner Mike could finger him the better. Once Mike had one finger in, he began opening Harvey up, adding a second, and then third finger. He only brushed against Harvey’s prostate once- he was avoiding it, and Harvey was getting desperate again.
“Mike,” Harvey rasped, voice raw and needy. He felt like he was coming apart at the seams. “Please. I need-”
“I know what you need,” Mike interrupted, eyes flashing darkly, and Harvey went breathless. “I just don’t think you’ve earned it yet.”
Harvey’s whole body arched at that, another involuntary tremor rushing through him, vibrating with tension. The restraint, the denial, it was driving him mad- he just wanted Mike to fuck him properly. Mike leaned forward again, lips brushing Harvey’s ear as he murmured, “You just need a little more patience, Harvey. You’ll get what you want, trust me.”
“I trust you,” Harvey gasped, panting now. “Please, Mike, I’ll be so good- just, just let me-”
That did it.
Mike pulled his fingers out and finally divested himself of his clothes, his movements no longer slow or dragging, but propelled with an urgency, by his own needs. Mike wasted no time in slicking himself down and pressing his tip against Harvey’s entrance. “Keep your hands where they are,” Mike instructed, voice rougher now, thick with arousal. “I want to see you come apart for me. Just like this.”
Harvey nodded, helpless. He barely registered the first push, the hot stretch as Mike slid inside him, slow and careful at first, giving Harvey’s body time to adjust.
And then-
“Oh fuck,” Harvey gasped, as Mike bottomed out, the fullness robbing him of breath, of thought, of anything but feeling. The sensation of Mike inside of him, filling him up.
Mike stilled, giving Harvey a moment to adjust to the feeling, looking down at him. “You okay?”
Harvey nodded again, frantic this time. “I’m fine please- Mike, just fuck me already!”
The thrusts started shallow, then deeper, and soon Mike was repeatedly slamming in Harvey’s prostate. Harvey sobbed out in pleasure, utterly wrecked, his cock hard and untouched between them.
“You’re beautiful like this,” Mike groaned, leaning in to kiss him again, sloppier now, desperate. “So fucking good. You don’t even know.”
Harvey could feel it closing in, his orgasm building fast now with every deep, perfect angled thrust, every filthy praise-laced whisper in his ear. He didn’t think to vocalize it- couldn’t think at all anymore- but Mike saw it in his eyes, in the way his thighs trembled and tensed, and his eyes grew glazed.
“Come,” Mike commanded, voice shattered. “Come for me, Harvey.”
And Harvey did- his back arched, mouth falling open in a loud cry of Mike’s name as pleasure exploded through him, white hot and all encompassing. He heard himself sob Mike’s name, again and again, as he came untouched, just from the feeling of Mike inside of him, breaking him open.
Mike wasn’t far behind. He fucked Harvey through his orgasm and straight into one of his own. He groaned low in Harvey’s ear, spilling inside him as he collapsed forward, bracing his weight carefully. He pulled out after he had softened, looking at Harvey with a blissed out expression. Harvey’s face likely matched it, if not even more destroyed. He felt entirely fulfilled, all thoughts of the stress of the work day entirely out of mind, even if there was an emptiness now that Mike had detached them.
Mike had collapsed beside him for a moment, just long enough to press a kiss to Harvey’s temple and stroke a hand down his side. Then, he was up and moving, leaving Harvey by himself. For a terrifying moment, Harvey thought Mike was leaving, but then the mattress dipped as Mike returned with a warm washcloth, slowly cleaning them both up gently, wiping away the tacky, half-dried mess on Harvey’s stomach.
“There you go,” Mike murmured, voice low and soft as he worked. “Just relax.”
Once Harvey was clean, Mike tossed the cloth into the laundry basket in the corner of the room, and slid back into bed, curling up beside Harvey, guiding him close until Harvey’s head rested against his chest. He pulled the covers over them. He used one hand to thread into Harvey’s hair, carding through the strands that were damp with sweat. The other settled at the small of his back, rubbing slow circles.
“You did so well,” Mike whispered. “I’m so proud of you.”
A choked noise slipped from Harvey’s throat, something that might’ve been a sob if he was anything but completely drained. Mike held him a little tighter, wrapping his arm around him and squeezing tightly..
“You with me?” he asked, checking in again. Harvey sighed contently, rolling so that they were face to face and he could bury his face in Mike’s chest.
“Mmhmm.” Harvey hummed, smiling against Mike’s skin as Mike pressed a kiss to the top of his head.
“Good. You can just relax, I’ve got you.” Mike whispered against Harvey’s head. Harvey closed his eyes and let himself be held, and God, he needed that more than he’d ever admit aloud. They laid like that for a while, long enough that Harvey fell into a soft doze, assured for the night that he was safe, and cared for.
