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mike's leather jacket adorned him like the moonlight painting the night sky, his eyes twinkled as they shifted from a bunch of senior partners discussing something to his lover, who was playing pool with donna and louis in a way that could only be considered graceful.
harvey's head was tipped back just slightly, his eyes burning holes at the balls and his arm — oh god, his hand — his veins embraced his smooth skin deliciously, his skilled fingers tapping to a nameless rhythm that seemed to be embedded in his.
nobody in that fucking party knew what harvey's fingers were capable of. you do, though. mike's brain provided, just as a giddy smile colored his lips, almost making him seem like he was high. yes, he did know.
mike knew how those long, slender fingers could make him come apart underneath harvey, the mere way they felt against his throat — so perfect, so so soothing but so playful and primal at the same time.
three of his fingers were ramming at his prostate, hitting it repeatedly while the other held the leather strap over mike's balls tightly. harvey had chosen missionary that night, drowning mike in desperation. harvey had taken the opportunity to slap the head of mike's cock with his own delicious one as he tortured his sweet boy with his fingers.
"har—ah h-harv—gu‐gonna come! please, please, please, pleas—" mike had babbled, frustrated and needy after being denied his orgasm countless times. harvey had decided to edge his sweet, pathetic boy to tears that night — his words, not mike's — and mike decided that he didn't like edging one bit.
"stop." harvey had growled and mike had obeyed, though whines were already scratching at his throat, desperately needing to tumble out. "if you come, i am gonna ruin your next five orgasms in a row and make you come to work with my come leaking out of your pretty little hole, baby."
mike had whimpered then, pushing forward towards harvey's cock and letting out a string of incoherent babbles when it earned him the slightest friction and harvey had smiled, gazing into mike's eyes as he leaned down to press his forehead against mike's, "i know, angel baby, i know."
a soft need overwhelmed him, painting mike's pale skin with it's soft tones as cheers roared in his ears. knowing that his lover was conversing with his friends without knowing the effect his existence had on mike made mike feel pathetic, needy and so, so filthy.
harvey was smirking now, obviously having won the game as victorious roars shook the room. harvey licked the pad of his thumb before arranging the balls again for a game, mike stood there as harvey's gaze shifted through the room before landing on him, making him straighten up and wave shyly.
harvey didn't seem to notice mike's raging emotions, if anything he smiled back, waving back slyly before his focus shifted back to the game and mike was left standing there, with harold rambling next to him.
harold had joined their group two months prior and mike couldn't help but notice the soft fondness in his eyes whenever rachel or louis walked by. it made him wonder if he was like that in his early days when he was just a messenger with thoughts about a certain mobster injected in their veins and connecting him to a land where all was foreign, except for love.
and then it made him wonder about the person he was back then. the person that had been a brat when harvey fucked mike for the first time. the person that had squirted and licked the mess of his and harvey's cum from the sheets, just to feel harvey's hand curl at his neck, to feel harvey lick the come from his dripping hole because they couldn't waste the cum.
okay maybe mike was still the same person now. it didn't matter, not really, not at all and it sure as fuck didn't matter when mike's brain supplied memories of them that made mike tip his head back and shut his eyes.
"come on, puppy." mike moaned at the softly spoken words, adorned in nothing but harvey's old Harvard sweatshirt. a shiver ran down the length of his spine as harvey stroked him gently.
"wanna be a good boy for me, don't you? come on, one time for me, babe." harvey murmured, his tone was almost soft if not for the faux sympathy that laced his words. "my poor, pretty baby. do you need help to come, mike? need help with everything like a cockdrunk little boy."
mike whined, his eyes colored in subspace and fondness, taking in the sight of the city that laid below them. harvey, with his honeysuckle butterflies and black roses, had a mount olympus of his own and he had chosen to live with mike on it and that realization made mike keen, made him throw his head back.
harvey chuckled, bringing one of his hands up to pin both of mike's sweater paws against the fog adorned windows. "here's what's going to happen, darling. i am going to stuff your cute pink panties in your cute pink hole now and then you are gonna come the second i give you permission, is that clear?"
fireflies danced to the soft rhythm that surrounded them, tapping to the dark tones as his hands subtly attempted to rub his dripping cock through the silk pants. mike let the vague lessons of self control wash over him as he took deep breaths, catching a few words from harold's ramble.
"i finally earned a gun! — .. so pretty dude but like — .. oh my god, harvey . i mean, sir — .. he is looking in our direction!"
mike's head snapped to harvey's face faster than lightning, a dumbstruck look stuck to his face as harvey smiled at him, maintaining eye contact with mike as he slowly licked two of his fingers, giving him a look that made mike lower his eyes obediently. a moment passed and then another before mike's phone suddenly vibrated in his pocket and he fumbled to get it out.
two new messages.
HARVEY <3
get your ass over here now.
i need to taste you, baby x.