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“Don’t you understand,” Harvey stalked across the room in one big step, holding eye contact with Mike.“They all want a daddy, Mike,” he smirked coyly.
It wasn’t the first time Harvey and Mike made “daddy” jokes at each other; except, it had started to sound less and less like a joke the more they did it. It also didn’t help that half the firm had made at least a joke each alluding to the fact that Harvey was Mike’s “daddy”— (“Not as long as your daddy's here,” as Katrina once said.)
Harvey found himself warming up to the idea, realizing that he didn’t actually hate it. Now, Harvey would never have thought of himself as a man who had a daddy kink, never finding the idea of it appealing, but Mike calling him daddy? That’s a whole different story.
“Did you just call yourself ‘daddy’?” Mike snorted.
Shrugging, Harvey took a step closer to Mike, an irritatingly smug look on his face. “Maybe?”
“Of course you’d like that,” Mike scoffed, rolling his eyes.
“Well, I do have to show people who’s daddy sometimes. Nothing better than watching people crumble in court and depos as I tear them apart and show them who’s boss,” Harvey purred, lowering his voice and radiating authority.
Harvey didn’t miss the way Mike’s eyes flashed at what he just said.
“You sound like a control freak, Mr. Specter.”
Harvey stared at Mike, the corners of his mouth threatening to curl up.“No fucking way you just quoted Fifty Shades of Grey at me,” he said incredulously.
“You would like that wouldn’t you, Daddy?” Mike wriggled his eyebrows suggestively as he emphasized the word playfully. It was a joke— at least he thought it was.
Still highly amused, Harvey decided to give Mike a taste of his own medicine. “You’re one challenging man, Mr. Ross,” Harvey shot back, quoting the movie in retaliation.
Mike was the first to break their little quote off, bursting into a fit of laughter. “God, that movie is a disgrace to society. The actors had no chemistry whatsoever, the writing was terrible, it was an awful depiction of BDSM and highly inaccurate,” he rambled, getting carried away and continuing.
Harvey listened carefully, a fond smile on his face. He hated to admit it, but listening to Mike geek out about something he was passionate about was one of his favorite things about Mike. His ears perked up at Mike’s rant, curiosity piqued. It wasn’t the rant about the movie itself that intrigued Harvey, but the fact that Mike seemed to know a lot more about BDSM than the average person would.
“And what do you know about BDSM?” Harvey questioned, raising an amused eyebrow when Mike finished his rant (that Harvey wholeheartedly agreed with).
Harvey watched the way Mike’s cheeks turned pink, taken aback by the unexpectedly direct question, loving the way Mike was getting all hot and bothered. He could hardly believe the direction this conversation was going, breaching far past the boundaries of their working relationship that they’d tried so hard not to cross.
“What if I said I was just a movie enthusiast who happened to read a lot of reviews of the movie online?” Mike countered with faux confidence, though the quiver in his voice betrayed his true feelings.
No turning back now. “Then I’d say you’re a liar. A terrible liar with a terrible poker face.”
“And what if I said I knew a lot about BDSM?” Mike challenged, eyes narrowing at Harvey as he tried to keep his composure.
There was a pause. “Then I’d say me too,” Harvey admitted after a few beats.
They stood there in Harvey’s office frozen, neither of them daring to move a muscle, pulses racing. Both men noticed the sudden shift in the air and the rising tension in the room. Harvey’s senses were heightened, he was more aware, and his skin felt like it was on fire; Mike’s stunned gaze and slightly parted lips were all Harvey could think about.
“And what if I said I wanted this,” Mike took a step forward after a moment, threading a dangerous line, slowly encroaching on Harvey’s personal space to test the waters. Pausing momentarily, he searched Harvey's eyes for any sign of hesitation, giving him a chance to back out. Sensing no objection, Mike pressed his lips onto Harvey’s gently, connecting their mouths. The soft press of his lips was all it took, opening the floodgates to something the both of them never dared to dream about before.
“What a pleasant surprise, Mr. Ross,” Harvey whispered, kissing Mike back. His lips were warm and soft, the kiss far gentler than what he thought their first would ever be like— not that he’d ever imagined it, of course.
Harvey extended his arm to tangle his fingers in Mike’s soft locks, fingers running through his hair while Mike wrapped his arms around Harvey’s neck, lips still locked on each other’s and bodies pressed up against each other’s. Harvey pushed his tongue into Mike’s willing mouth, easily devouring his mouth and spit-slicked lips. Their tongues are pressed against each other, hands desperately grasping one another.
They pull apart to catch their breaths, trying not to whine at the loss of contact. “I’ve wanted to do that for so long.” Mike panted, looking at Harvey in admiration.
“Shit, you don’t want to know the things I wanted to do to you the second you stepped into that room in the Chilton,” Harvey said, voice full of lust and desire.
“Oh, I’m pretty sure I do want to know,” Mike licked his lips hungrily, sitting on the ledge of Harvey’s desk.
“Be careful what you wish for, pup," Harvey said darkly, stepping in between Mike’s legs, pressing their hips together, sliding his hands underneath Mike’s jacket.
Mike grinded his erection against Harvey’s thigh, desperate for any sort of friction. “What are you? The genie from Aladdin?” He snickered, trying (and failing) to hide his obvious desperation. “My first wish is for Harvey Specter to touch me.”
Harvey grinned devilishly. “I am touching you,” he pointed out, placing his hands on either side of Mike’s thighs.
“You know what I mean,” Mike whined, clutching onto Harvey’s biceps as he attempted to thrust further, far past the point of caring that he was acting like a bitch in heat.
“Hmm, you’re gonna have to be more specific. The law is a very precise endeavor,” Harvey smirked, hand inching closer to the bulge in Mike’s pants. “Ask the genie again. Unfortunately, you’re down to two wishes,” Harvey teased.
“God, touch my dick, Harvey. I’m gonna go insane,” Mike urged, batting his eyelashes.
“Ask nicely,” Harvey tsked.
“Please touch my dick,” Mike grunted, voice thick with arousal.
Harvey took in the sight of Mike, almost completely wrecked despite not having touched him yet. He took a mental picture of Mike’s flushed face, tousled hair, and swollen lips— he could get used to the sight.
“Your wish is my command.” Harvey slid his hands up Mike’s thighs, lightly brushing past Mike’s clothed dick teasingly, hips instinctively jerking up.
“Please.”
“Since you asked so nicely,” Harvey said, palming at Mike’s bulge, eliciting a moan at the intoxicating touch he’d been dreaming of for months. He felt his pleasure build up with every stroke from Harvey’s palm, brain melting and going haywire at finally having Harvey’s big hands on him, one hand on his dick and the other flat against his torso.
Harvey was going absolutely insane at the obscene noises Mike was making, mewling and panting at his touch, sending jolts of electricity through the both of them. It was borderline pornographic.
Mike whined when Harvey pulled his hands away, his body automatically following the direction where his hands left. “God, we are not about to do this in my office,” Harvey said, the sensible part of his brain deciding that the risk outweighed the thrill.
“Maybe that’s the fun of it,” Mike said, pressing a greedy kiss onto Harvey’s welcoming lips.
“Well, I’ve never had sex in the office and I’m absolutely not about to start.”
“Hmm… you and I, we’re giving each other many firsts,” Mike wriggled his eyebrows mischievously.
Harvey rolled his eyes. “Stop fucking quoting that godforsaken movie, will you?”
“What are you gonna do about it? Are you gonna punish me, Daddy?” Mike had an impish look about him. He was still saying the word with a hint of playfulness, though Harvey suspected he was enjoying this more than he was letting on.
“Is that what you want, Mikey? You want Daddy to punish you?” Harvey cooed, grabbing a handful of Mike’s ass.“You want me to turn your pretty little ass fifty shades of red? Make you too sore to sit down for a week when I’m done with you?”
“Is that a threat?” Mike breathed out, breath hitching, doing a poor job of concealing his arousal.
“It’s a promise.”
Mike knew Harvey well enough to tell by his tone that he was dead serious, and judging by the look in his eyes, he was more than happy to commit the act.
“I like your kinky fuckery,” Mike winked, defiantly spewing another quote, eyes sparkling with mischief.
Mike let out a sound of surprise as Harvey pulled him by the tie, bringing them both over to the leather couch. Harvey hauled him over his lap without warning, delivering a sharp smack to Mike’s pant-clad bottom, earning a squeak from him at the unexpected pain. He continued raining swats down, alternating cheeks and leaving Mike in a state of a mix of pain and arousal.
Harvey let him up after a few light smacks, enough to sting and linger, but not enough for the pain to last long— it was mostly to prove a point. “Ouch,” Mike pouted, rubbing at his mildly burning butt.
Harvey laughed affectionately at the pouting boy. “That was nothing. It was just a taste of what I can do, pup,” he said, a comforting hand rubbing his back to soothe him. “Fortunately for you, there are other things I want to do to your ass right now, so let’s get out of here.”
Mike nodded, eager to get out of the office and into Harvey’s condo.
Eventually, they make their way down Pearson Hardman’s elevator, hindered only by quick kisses and the inability to keep their hands off each other. Thankfully, no one else was in the office.
The ride to Harvey’s condo felt like forever; Harvey just needed to get his hands on a naked Mike already. Harvey had never been so grateful for his private elevator before; as soon as they stepped foot in the elevator, Harvey kissed Mike hungrily, tongue exploring every inch of Mike’s eager mouth. Mike’s hands found their way to the smooth of Harvey’s back, while Harvey’s hand engulfed both of Mike’s buttcheeks. Thank God for the private elevator.
Immediately, Harvey pushed Mike onto the marble countertop. Mike winced slightly as his sore ass made contact with the cool, hard surface, face contorting. “So bossy,” Mike nibbled on his bottom lip, pulling Harvey by his lapel as he adjusted his position. “I should’ve known Harvey Specter would be as controlling in bed as he is in the office.”
“Well, I do exercise control in all things,” Harvey said, shooting Mike a self-satisfied smile, “and that’s something you should definitely already know by now.” Harvey shoved his hands between Mike’s legs, pushing them apart and inserting himself between Mike’s legs, moving to attack Mike’s jaw. He nipped at the milky white skin of his jaw, sucking trails of red and purple while Mike scrambled to remove his suit jacket, tossing it carelessly on the counter next to him.
Harvey’s hands trailed to Mike’s shirt, hurriedly unbuttoning the top few buttons to give him access to his neck. Mike threw his head back as Harvey started going south, continuing the brutal assault on his neck, loving the way Harvey’s mouth felt against his skin. “Fuck,” Mike whimpered when Harvey reached a particularly sensitive spot.
“I do intend to do that, yes,” Harvey said, earning a chuckle from Mike. Harvey reluctantly pulled his lips off Mike’s skin, grabbing his wrists and leading him to the bedroom.
“Is this the part where you show me your secret playroom and I have to pretend to be absolutely shocked that someone like you has one?” Mike joked, having never actually seen beyond the living room of Harvey’s condo.
“Unfortunately, there is no secret playroom. My bed is just as good, though.”
Harvey pushed Mike into his bedroom. “What a shame, I wouldn’t have freaked out y’know. No helicopter waiting for me on standby?”
“Hey, I could easily get a helicopter on standby,” he said defensively, hand moving to his chest in mock hurt, offended at the implication that he couldn’t get a helicopter on standby.
“I never said you couldn’t.”
Harvey ignored that comment with a roll of his eyes. “Take the rest of your clothes off, and for the love of God, fold them neatly,” Harvey instructed.
“Ok, mom,” Mike rolled his eyes.
“Thought I was daddy?” Harvey cocked an eyebrow, also starting to remove his clothes. He started with his suit jacket, removing his cufflinks, followed by his shirt, pants, and boxers. He watched Mike intently as he did the same, licking his lips at the sight.
Mike stripped almost frantically, peeling off layers of clothes and folding them neatly as if his life depended on it. Harvey hummed in approval, pleased to see Mike actually folding his clothes and stacking them on the floor neatly. “Well, you gotta show me that you’re daddy,” Mike dared, shooting Harvey an insolent grin.
“You want me to show you?” Harvey growled, squeezing the back of Mike’s neck and forcing his eyes to meet his own. “I’ll show you,” voice lowering an octave. Harvey pinched Mike’s right nipple harshly, pulling him into a rough kiss as Mike yelped into his mouth. Mike shivered, pupils dilating and lips quivering at the authority in Harvey’s voice.
Harvey easily slipped into his dominant persona. He’d been holding back, not wanting to overwhelm Mike, only letting bits of it shine through. Here Mike was, though, giving Harvey a challenge— and Harvey wasn’t one to back down from a challenge.
Mike stood there, waiting for Harvey’s further instruction like an eager puppy. Harvey admired the pretty pink shade on Mike’s ass— not quite the red he promised, but the outline of Harvey’s handprints painted a beautiful pink on his cheeks. “Such a beautiful shade of pink, baby.”
“Too bad it isn’t fifty different shades of pink,” Mike wriggled his ass playfully, earning a light swat from Harvey.
“I could always make it red,” Harvey raised a threatening eyebrow, hand traveling to Mike’s chest and pushing him down onto the mattress and knocking the wind out of him. He easily parted Mike’s thighs, effortlessly pinning his hands above his head.
“You could paint it white,” Mike winked shamelessly, giggling a little too hard at the innuendo he thought was absolutely smart.
Harvey stifled a laugh, trying to maintain his stern demeanor, but ultimately failing. “I say it’s time we put your disgrace of a skinny tie to use.”
Mike looked at Harvey in confusion as he slid off the bed, picking his discarded tie off the floor. All of a sudden, Mike felt the soft fabric of his tie around his left wrist, his right hand following suit with what was presumed to be Harvey’s tie.
Realization dawned upon Mike, gasping when he felt the ties on his hands being connected to metal rings on the corners of the bed that he hadn’t noticed before. This was what Harvey had meant by “his bed was good enough”. Harvey could see the moment Mike realized what he intended to do with the tie when his face reddened.
“Oh.”
“Told you my bed was good enough,” Harvey said, looking entirely too smug. Mike craned his neck, eyes following Harvey as he walked over to the closet. He took another two ties from one of the drawers. “It’s a shame we have to use my ties, those skinny ties do have a better function.”
“Aww, you and your poor, overpriced ties,” Mike mocked.
“Hmm, you’re being a little too lippy right now, you wouldn’t want me to gag you, would you?” Harvey returned to the bed, expertly tying each of his ankles to the bottom two rings at the corners of the bed, leaving Mike completely bound to the bed. “Is this okay? Too tight?”
Mike shook his head, and gave Harvey a soft smile, finding the concern rather sweet.
“You tell me to stop and I’ll stop, understand?”
Mike nodded. “I need words, Mike.”
“I understand, Harvey,” Mike reassured.
Harvey sucked in a sharp breath, full of want at seeing Mike so vulnerable, hands tied to the headboard and legs tied to the edge. “Look at you, all splayed out for me. I can do anything to you and you won’t be able to do anything about it. Do you like that, being at my mercy? Helplessly tied to my bed?”
“Yes,” Mike moaned in response, the words shooting straight to his dick.
Harvey kneeled in between Mike’s thighs, roughly grabbing at his hips. His mouth moved to Mike’s collarbones, nipping and sucking at the porcelain skin, biting and leaving red and purple marks all over his body. “How many times do you think you can come for me tonight, Mikey? Do you think I could make you come fifty times, hmm?”
Mike shuddered at the thought of coming fifty times.
“Don’t move,” Harvey said firmly, dragging the tips of his fingers down Mike’s chest and stomach, causing him to shiver. Harvey could tell Mike was struggling as he continued to run his hands along his body, exploring every inch of his body and setting fire to his skin with every tormenting touch. Mike mewled as he brushed the pad of his finger past sensitive nipples, skin prickling and taking every bit of his self-control not to move.
“Good boy, you’re doing so well for me,” Harvey encouraged, loving how Mike’s face lit up at the praise.
Mike was growing restless at the relentless teasing, his untouched cock twitching on his stomach as he tried to stay still. Harvey returned his attention to Mike’s nipples, twisting and squeezing them in between his fingers, watching him writhe under him.
Unexpectedly, Harvey wrapped his hand around Mike’s aching cock, causing him to involuntarily jerk his hips and pull at the ties. Harvey made a sound of disapproval, pulling his hand away immediately. Mike cried out, a frustrated whine escaping his throat at the loss.
“Oh Mikey, you still have so much to learn,” Harvey cooed, pinning Mike’s thighs down and digging his nails into the soft flesh.
Mike squeezed his eyes shut, overwhelmed at the blazing touches and stimulation as one of Harvey’s hands returned to his leaking cock, thumbing at the slit and smearing pre-come all over his head and shaft.
“Look at me,” Harvey commanded, voice stern, grasping Mike’s chin and tilting it up.
Mike’s eyes snapped open at the command, meeting Harvey’s that were burning with lust. Mike looked so fucked out already. He might be the one being tormented at the moment, but it was obvious that Harvey was slowly losing his composure.
“Keep your eyes on me or I'll stop,” Harvey growled, starting to stroke Mike’s slick cock at a torturously slow pace. They maintained eye contact, the flush on Mike’s face glowing even redder, unable to escape Harvey’s searing gaze. Harvey watched Mike’s internal struggle to keep his eyes on his, unable to use his hands to cover his face or look away out of embarrassment. It drove Harvey crazy.
Speeding up, Mike started whimpering at every touch, making strangled noises as Harvey continued to pump Mike’s cock up and down in his fist. “Oh God, oh fuck yes,” he keened, prompting Harvey to twist his hand, eyes boring holes into Mike. Harvey studied Mike intently, watching the way his face contorted in pleasure, mouth parted in pleasure, the way his pupils dilated and eyes widened, the way he licked his lips; he loved every single lewd noise Mike let out.
“I’m s’ close Harvey, n’d to come, please,” Mike slurred out his words at the intoxicating pleasure. He felt the familiar coil in his stomach bubbling.
“Go ahead baby, come for me,” Harvey encouraged. With just a few more strokes, Mike was coming, sending shockwaves throughout his entire body, white liquid coating the sweat-slicked and flushed skin of his stomach. “That’s it, just like that. So good,” Harvey brushed his thumb tenderly against Mike’s cheek.
Harvey pressed their foreheads together, kissing Mike deeply, teeth clicking and tongues swirling in each other’s mouths. “Hey, don’t I still have one wish left from the genie?” Mike breathed out, panting heavily as he recovered from his orgasm, trying to sound as composed as possible in the state that he was currently in.
Harvey lifted an amused eyebrow, slightly taken aback. “Well, yes…”
“Then I wish for Harvey Specter to fuck me,” Mike grinned.
“Hmm, yeah. Beg for it.”
“I don’t recall having to beg for genies for wishes,” Mike cocked an eyebrow.
“Fine, I could just leave you there while I jerk off?” Harvey tugged at Mike’s hair, a sardonic smile plastered on his face. “I could leave you there, tied for hours, while I get off to the sight of your pretty face and body.”
Mike groaned, eyes flashing at the threat. “Ugh, fine, fuck me please.”
“You’re gonna have to do a much better job than that, Mikey,” Harvey tutted, hands cupping Mike’s face.
“Fuck me, Harvey, please. Need to feel your cock in me, want you to fill me up, please,” Mike pleaded.
Harvey hummed. “I’m gonna untie your legs now.”
He slid off the bed, removing himself from between Mike’s legs. Harvey easily untied the knot on both ankles, rubbing and twisting them gently to restore blood circulation.
“D’you think I could tie your legs to where your hands are?” Harvey smirked, actually quite curious as to whether or not Mike would be flexible enough to do that.
Mike gaped at Harvey wide-eyed. “No way, I’m not a gymnast, Harvey!”
“Ok, fine. I’m not that cruel,” Harvey chuckled.
“You are quite the hardass.”
“Are you really in the position to be mocking me right now, puppy?” Harvey shook his head in amusement, bending Mike’s knees and lifting them upwards to give him access to his hole.
Reaching over, Harvey took the lube and a box of condoms out of one of the drawers of the nightstand. “I’m not wr– ohhh,” Mike was cut off when he felt a cold, wet finger circling his rim.
“That’s what I thought,” Harvey shot Mike a shit-eating grin. The pad of his index finger hovered over Mike’s rim, teasingly rubbing at the muscle, but purposely not inserting the digit.
As Mike was about to protest, Harvey plunged a finger into his tight hole, inserting it fully and pulling it back out. He pumped his finger in and out, feeling Mike’s muscles relax and loosen around his finger as he probed around his walls. Mike felt himself grow hard again, blood rushing back to his cock, albeit having just come minutes ago.
Harvey pushed in a second finger shortly after, working Mike open, spreading his fingers and scissoring him. Mike tipped his head back in ecstasy as Harvey started to twist his fingers in and out, crooking them with every thrust.
He was purposely avoiding the spot he knew Mike wanted him to hit, wanting to watch him fall apart in desperation. “Harvey… please,” Mike begged, gripping the headboard to which his hands were tied, knuckles turning white.
“Patience, young grasshopper,” Harvey murmured, the innocent phrase coming out far more seductive than intended. He leaned down, whispering in Mike’s ear, teeth grazing the soft skin of his ear. He licked a stripe behind Mike’s ear, causing him to shiver.
Inserting a generously coated third finger, he brushed over Mike’s prostate once, eliciting a high-pitched mewl. He did it over and over again, driving Mike to the brink of insanity as he writhed under him, face twisting at the immense surge of pleasure.
“Please, Harvey, wan’ your cock.”
Harvey reached to stroke Mike’s hair softly, who leaned into the touch. “You’ll get it soon enough, baby,” Harvey reassured, growing impatient as well.
Decidedly having prepped Mike enough, he tore open a condom packet, rolling the rubber over his hard cock and drizzling a good amount of lube. “Ready? Gonna fuck you so good you’ll be seeing stars.”
“Y-yeah, yes God please…”
Pushing in, Harvey sunk into Mike’s hole. Jesus, Mike was so fucking tight. They both groaned as Harvey buried himself into Mike, bottoming out easily and watching his cock disappear into him.
“Oh fuck! Holy shit… fuck ohhh,” Mike moaned out, clenching around him, a carnal noise escaping Harvey’s throat.
Having given Mike enough time to adjust to the stretch and burn, he drew back in one swift motion before slamming back down into Mike. The resounding slap of the contact between their skin echoed throughout the bedroom, along with ragged moans.
Harvey continued to thrust in and out, holding Mike’s hips closer with a bruising grip, pulling them closer together. With Mike’s legs free now, he wrapped them around Harvey’s waist, easily tangling their limbs together. “So pretty baby, you look so good around my cock.”
He’d dreamt about Mike for so long. Fucking Mike, kissing Mike, absolutely devouring Mike; and here he was, pounding Mike into the mattress like there was no tomorrow.
They’d found a steady pace, Harvey thrusting in as Mike rolled his hips, bringing an immense amount of pleasure to the both of them. Mike cried out when Harvey found his sweet spot, driving the head of his cock onto his prostate. “Ohmygod… Don’t stop– Fuck!” His eyes were glassy, completely blissed out.
Harvey leaned down, locking his lips with Mike. It was wet and sloppy, completely messy as they shared strings of saliva. They devoured each other’s mouths hungrily, grunting as Harvey bit Mike’s red, swollen lips. He could kiss Mike forever. He loved how Mike tasted, how Mike’s lips easily parted, letting Harvey in— and Mike would never complain about being kissed by Harvey.
Running rough fingers up and down Mike’s sweat-glistened abdomen, he admired the way Mike was completely pliant under his touch. He continued to fill Mike up with his cock, brushing against his prostate with every thrust, moaning and whimpering.
“I’m close, Harvey,” Mike whispered, shutting his eyes.
“Say it,” Harvey rasped, thrusts growing sloppy.
“Say what?”
“The word,” Harvey growled, nailing Mike’s prostate dead on.
“Oh fuck, Daddy, please fuck,” Mike babbled incoherently, an overwhelming surge of pleasure rushing through him.
“Gonna come for me, pup?”
Mike felt his balls tightening, almost reaching his climax as Harvey started stroking his leaking cock. “Yes, Daddy– ah fuck!” Mike arched his back, spasming as he came for the second time that night. He watched as the hot liquid continued to pour out, tugging at the restraints, his whole body trembling as he rode his climax.
A few more sloppy thrusts and Harvey was coming with a groan as well, screaming Mike’s name out. They both panted, trying to regain their breaths, their brains hazy with the post-orgasm fog.
Quickly, Harvey easily untied the knots around Mike’s wrists, seeing the red indentations from the ties and kissing them tenderly. He rubbed and massaged his aching wrists, rolling them around and reintroducing the blood back. Mike looked up at Harvey so full of love, and Harvey’s heart might burst if he continued looking at him like that.
“I’m gonna be right back, Mikey. Hang on a second,” Harvey placed a soft kiss on Mike’s sweaty forehead, pushing fallen blond strands back into place as Mike whined.
Harvey did the quick job of disposing of the condom and getting into a fresh pair of boxers after cleaning himself up, returning with a pair for Mike, as well as a warm rag to clean him.
He wiped the drying come off Mike’s stomach, sliding the clean pair of boxers onto him and tucking him under the sheets, before joining him.
Harvey ran lazy fingers up and down Mike’s naked back, feeling so incredibly affectionate. This boy’s going to be the death of me.“That was fucking amazing,” Mike mumbled.
“I don’t make love. I fuck hard,” Harvey deadpanned, before both of them burst out into laughter.
“We seriously need to stop making Fifty Shades jokes,” Mike said through his giggles.
“Hey, you’re the one who started it! Besides, your rant about that movie was what made this happen in the first place, so maybe we should thank E.L. James for that monstrosity of evil.”
Mike laid his head down on Harvey’s chest, smiling satisfiedly as he was completely engulfed in Harvey’s muscular arms.
“You know, you could totally pass as my sugar daddy, Harvey. Paying for my rookie dinner, giving me a bonus right out of your own pocket, buying me suits. Just admit it— you actually care about me,” Mike grinned, poking at Harvey’s abdomen lightheartedly.
“I think we’ve established that I do care, Mike. If I didn’t care about you, you wouldn’t be in my bed right now,” Harvey confessed, looking fondly down at Mike.
Mike beamed at the straight-up admission. “You’re not gonna pull an “I don’t do romance” on me, are you?” he hesitated, staring intently at Harvey, trying to push away any twinges of insecurity.
Harvey answered by kissing Mike softly but passionately, removing any doubts Mike had and easing his mind.
Mike easily snuggled further into Harvey's chest. “I’d explore all fifty shades with you,” He mumbled softly, wrapping his arms around Harvey.