Bondage Night is on Thursdays
Title: Bondage Night is on Thursdays
Author: fluffygremlin
Pairings: Mike/Harvey, Harvey/Kyle, Mike/Harvey/Kyle
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: None
Word Count: 5,144
Summary: Another edition in the Never make bets with a lawyer series I seem to have developed. Mike was pretty sure he had this bet in the bag but Harvey disagrees and the older man already has their evening planned out.
Authors Note: This was written as a gift to brighten the week of the lovely veritas_st who also beta'd.
Disclaimer: This story is based on characters and situations created and owned people who are NOT me. No copyright or trademark infringement is intended and no money is being made.
Bondage Night is on Thursdays
“Councilors, are you prepared to begin opening arguments?” Jessica sat behind the wide desk that served as her judge’s bench. Mike glanced over at Harold and nodded at the blonde, encouraging him to speak.
“Your honor, the plaintiff has agreed to a settlement offered by opposing council and requests that this suit be dismissed.” Harold swallowed thickly, his tie bobbing against his neck. Mike had to resist the urge to roll his eyes at the other man’s obvious nervousness at speaking to the better half of Pearson Hardman.
“Mr. Ross?” Jessica turned her arched eyebrow on the younger associate.
“All written up and signed, awaiting your approval, your honor.” Mike held up the sheaf of paper. He noticed Kyle Durant standing off to the side next to Harvey and couldn’t decide if he wanted to smirk or scowl. Harvey, ever the professional, simply winked at him before walking off.
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Mike pushed into Harvey’s office without a thought. He was still riding the high of pressing Harold for a settlement.
“I w…” he pulled up short, finding Kyle standing with Harvey in front of the older lawyer’s desk.
“Mike,” Harvey leveled a serious look at him. “Kyle here was just reminding how you like to leave your phone laying around.” The brunet held up the device. “You also still need to work on your passwords.” Mike felt his eyes go wide and bit down on his cheek to stop from saying anything. He could see Kyle’s face out of the corner of his eye and the other man’s blue eyes seemed smug despite his calm demeanor.
“Right,” Mike said slowly. “Thanks for that.” He held out his hand for the phone but Harvey only turned it back towards himself, thumbing at the screen.
“Yes, thank you, Kyle,” Harvey said, turning his attention to the man at his side. Kyle smiled widely.
“Not a problem, Harvey.” The way Kyle tacked on Harvey’s name in such a familiar way made Mike’s brain spin around a dozen different thoughts. He watched as Kyle strutted out of the office before turning to find Harvey watching him.
“What was that you were saying when you came in?” Harvey asked, slipping Mike’s phone into his own suit pocket and walking around his desk to sit down.
“Can I have my phone? Please?” Mike moved to stand in front of the other man, arms crossed over his chest.
“I’m pretty sure that’s not what you were saying.” Harvey cocked his head.
“Harvey…” Harvey’s smirk stretched farther.
“Perhaps your memory is lack…”
“I win,” Mike interrupted. “I came in here to say ‘I win’.” Harvey leaned back in his chair rubbed his chin for a moment.
“And what, Mike, did you win?” he asked. Mike paused for a moment, opening his mouth to respond and then thinking better of it. He glanced out the glass door before rounding Harvey’s desk to stand closer to the other man.
“I won the bet,” he said quietly, watching other staffers walk back and forth outside of the office. Harvey didn’t seem concerned about any possible audience to their conversation.
“And how did you do that?” Harvey questioned.
“I won mock trial.” Mike slipped his hands into his pockets to fight the urge to fidget under Harvey’s intense eyes.
“No, you didn’t.” The older man shook his head.
“Of course I did,” Mike said. “I laid out a solid case and convinced Harold to settle and this time I got it in writing. Speaking of which, why was Kyle in here and what did he do with my phone?”
“One at a time, sport. First, you didn’t win the bet. While the settlement is obviously in your client’s favor, the terms of the bet were very clear. Win or lose, not draw. Better luck next time, rookie.” Harvey held up his hand to silence Mike’s protests before reaching into his suit to pull the blond’s phone out again. “Second, Kyle was in here to bring me your phone since you can’t keep track of it yourself. He found it in the library and wasn’t sure whose it was…”
“Bullshit,” Mike coughed. Harvey scowled at him.
“He wasn’t sure,” Harvey said more firmly, “so he checked and found out the password was easy enough to allow him to ascertain the owner of the phone.”
“It’s not even a password,” Mike argued, “It’s one of those shape thingies.”
“It’s a circle.” Harvey held up Mike’s phone and drew a finger around the screen. The first thing to pop up was an open text message Harvey had sent Mike the prior evening.
“Oh…” Mike could feel the blush creeping along his cheeks. Harvey nodded at him.
“Exactly.” He set the phone on his desk. “So we’ve established that you did not in fact win the bet along with the fact that I’m going to staple your phone to your head the next time you leave it lying around.”
“I contest that I did win the bet by prevailing…” Mike rolled his eyes when Harvey spoke over him.
“No, you didn’t. Do we need to go over the fact that you need to watch your wording better?” Harvey waited for the other man to respond and Mike could only shrug. “You said win. Actually,” Harvey stood up, bringing himself into Mike’s personal space, “you said you would spank Harold up and down the trial room and possibly leave him in tears. Was he, Mike? Was he in tears?”
“You don’t play fair,” Mike said, eyes locked on Harvey’s lips as the other man spoke in a low tone.
“No, I don’t.” Harvey ran his tongue over his lower lip quickly. Mike groaned and stalked halfway across the office to put space between them. When he turned back around Harvey was smiling at him. “Want to hear what I win?”
“Does it involve women’s clothing?” Mike guessed, perching on the arm of one of Harvey’s leather chairs.
“No,” Harvey said. Mike thought for a moment.
“Does it involve handcuffs again? Because, if so, we need a new set.” Harvey shook his head. “Food? Candle wax? Flogging? I get to top?”
“No, not this time, I’ll think about it, and… yes.” Mike ran through his list in his head before letting himself match Harvey’s grin.
“How is that a prize for you?” he asked, still balanced on the chair arm. “I mean, we both know I’m awesome but…”
“I didn’t say you’d be fucking me,” Harvey said casually. Mike made a confused sound that only made Harvey bite back a laugh.
“If not you then…” Mike glanced towards the door again. “No way.”
“Way.” Harvey picked up a slip of paper off of his desk. “And before you question policies, which we break on a regular basis, and any ethical issues you may have,” he walked across the office to hold the paper out to Mike, “he showed up with a nondisclosure agreement already in hand.”
“Why would he even do that?” Mike asked, taking the paper and tracking his eyes over the small lines of text, focusing on the two signatures already at the bottom.
“Do you remember what we discussed last week while I had to stay the night in Atlantic City?” Mike was so focused on reading over the contract that it took him a minute to realize what Harvey was alluding to.
“So he knows that I… and that you… that he…” Mike took a deep breath and tried to decide if his lightheadness was a good thing or a bad thing.
“Full sentences, rookie.” Harvey took the paper away from Mike before the blond could wrinkle it.
“Kyle Durant knows that we both think he’s… attractive. That we both think he’s really attractive.” Mike said, leading Harvey to shrug.
“He already knows that he’s attractive,” the older man said calmly. “Now he knows that he’s attractive and can have sex with a senior partner and the aforementioned senior partner’s… partner. Well…” Harvey gave Mike a smile that meant he’d been scheming. “He never clarified who got to fuck whom.”
“I get to fuck Kyle Durant?”
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Mike paused as he followed Harvey through the door of the bar tucked discreetly between two tall office buildings. The dark room was filled with older men chatting up younger women and cougars on the prowl for the Jersey Shore wannabes lining the bar. Harvey forced his way through the crush as if he owned the place and Mike had to hurry before he lost the other man in the crowd.
“What kind of place is this?” Mike practically yelled into Harvey’s ear to be heard over the music thumping loud enough to vibrate through his shoes.
“The kind that happens to be connected to a small, privately owned hotel that is known for being very discreet and accommodating.” Harvey sidestepped a preoccupied couple and placed his hand at the small of Mike’s back as they moved towards the bar.
“So it’s a sex club,” Mike said. Harvey only winked at him before guiding the blond towards one end of the bar. It took Mike a moment to realize that Kyle was sitting there nursing a beer. The brunet’s hair was softer looking than usual and he’d changed from his suit to a steely blue shirt. When he looked up and spotted the pair headed towards him an almost shy smile crossed his face and Mike could see why he’d chosen that shirt. The color made his eyes look paler and skin pinker, drawing attention to his lips and dark curls.
“Harvey,” Kyle said, tipping his head at the older man. He turned to Mike and his smile turned into his usual smirk. “Ross.” Mike matched his attitude as Harvey called the bartender to bring over drinks.
“Here’s how this is going to work,” Harvey said as he handed the man behind the bar more money than Mike thought was necessary. The older man shifted so that he stood in front of the other two and leveled them with a look that was all business. “First, everyone is here for the same reason. If there’s something that makes you uncomfortable,” his eyes locked with Mike’s, “just say the word. Full stop, no questions. Second,” now his focus turned to Kyle, “this is a onetime thing.”
“What if you enjoy yourself? A lot?” Kyle asked before taking another long drink. Mike found himself watching the way the other man’s lips wrapped around the top of his beer bottle.
“Oh, I plan to,” Harvey responded with a smirk, “but that doesn’t change anything. One time or no deal.” Kyle looked at Mike, catching his eye before letting his gaze slowly rake down the blond’s body.
“Deal,” he said finally before finishing his beer. Harvey knocked back his Scotch and Mike followed suit, choking slightly as the liquor burned its way down his throat.
“Shall we?” Harvey gestured for Kyle and Mike to follow before leading them farther into the bar to a door set into the back corner, flanked by large men that only nodded to Harvey as he passed. On the other side of the door was the brightly lit lobby of the ‘discreet’ hotel, complete with concierge waiting behind the desk with a well practiced smile on his face.
“Excellent to see you this evening, sir,” the thin man said, setting a slip of paper onto the counter in front of him for Harvey to sign. The older man did so with a flourish before slipping an envelope of money from his jacket and exchanging it for a keycard. “The corner room is ready, as requested,” the concierge said with a thin smile. “All standard amenities have been provided; however, should you need something more please do not hesitate to phone room service.”
“Of course, Henry,” Harvey said. He returned the man’s fake smile with a nod before heading towards a bank of elevators, Mike and Kyle following in his wake.
“Come here often?” Mike asked as Harvey swiped the card to call the elevator.
“Not recently,” Harvey responded. Mike could see Kyle out of the corner of his eye and watched the way the other man’s tongue slid along his lower lip. They stepped onto the elevator once it opened, Harvey pressing the topmost button before joining the younger men as they leaned against the back wall.
“So,” Mike asked as he watched the numbers go up on the display, “do the standard amenities include whips and chains?” Harvey chuckled next to him, the low sound settling at the base of Mike’s spine.
“No. Bondage night is on Thursdays.” Mike gapped at the older man as he straightened up and walked towards the doors just as they opened. He looked over to find Kyle watching Harvey stride down the hall as they hurried to follow and couldn’t help but comment. “He has a great ass.”
“Seriously,” Kyle agreed. He looked over at Mike and made a show at leering at the blond’s backside. “Yours isn’t so bad either.”
“It’s all the biking,” Harvey said over his shoulder as he unlocked the door at the end of the hall. He held open the door, ushering Mike and Kyle in before following and closing it with a loud click. Mike wandered into the room, kicking off his shoes next to the closet after glancing into the spacious bathroom. Kyle and Harvey did the same, the older brunet pausing to hang up his jacket before making his way to the small bar built at the side of the large room. He poured himself a Scotch before turning to face the younger men where they both stood near the king sized bed.
Harvey took a sip of his drink before walking towards the pair, pausing for a moment to set it on a table next to the large leather chair next to the bed. He walked up to Mike, slipping one hand behind his neck to pull him into a deep kiss. Mike pressed against him, opening his mouth to allow Harvey’s tongue easy access to sweep over his own. He could feel Kyle step up on his other side and reached out to wrap his arm around the shorter man’s waist to draw him closer. Harvey pulled back for a moment before leaning in to kiss Kyle. Mike moaned quietly as the two men’s tongues tangled together between their lips.
When Harvey took a step back, Kyle took a step forward, taking his place in front of Mike. There was a moment’s hesitation before Mike reached out with his free hand to tangle it in Kyle’s thick hair, using his grip to tilt the other man’s head to better facilitate a kiss between the two. He glanced up to see Harvey back away, slowly unbuttoning his shirt as he went. Kyle’s hand slid around Mike’s waist to rest on the small of his back, his fingers dipping slightly below his waistband to brush against the top of his ass as the other came up to run along Mike’s jaw and neck.
The action made Mike groan low in his throat, tightening his grip on the other man and pulling him closer. Their hips met and both men broke the kiss with a moan.
“Beautiful,” Harvey said in a low voice. Mike and Kyle looked over to find the other man sitting in the chair, his shirt hanging loose. Mike looked over at Kyle and saw his eyes skirting over Harvey’s broad chest as it was put on display. He felt a moment of possessiveness before he remembered that the growing erection pressing against his own had just as much to do with him as it did Harvey. Shifting his hips slightly, he watched with pride as Kyle’s eyes fluttered closed for a moment.
“Fuck, Ross,” the brunet gasped. Mike couldn’t help the smirk that crossed his face as he did it again.
“Not quite yet,” Harvey interrupted. Kyle’s eyes snapped open and he moved towards the older man when Harvey beckoned. Mike watched as Kyle dropped to his knees in front of Harvey, leaning forward with his hands braced on the other man’s thighs to run his tongue along Harvey’s smooth jaw. As they kissed again, Mike found himself cataloging their differences. The stubble that shadowed Kyle’s jaw had rasped against his own whereas Harvey’s chin was as smooth as it had been early that morning. Mike was fairly sure the older man shaved every other hour but he’d never been able to catch him.
Harvey’s hands came up to tangle in Kyle’s hair, moving his head from side to side as Harvey shifted forward slightly. He finally pulled the younger man away, staring into his eyes as he tightened his grip slightly.
“I want you to suck my cock,” Harvey rasped, his voice so low Mike had to bite his lip against the moan it pulled out of him. Kyle only nodded slightly, Harvey’s grip in his hair minimizing the movement. Mike moved to sit on the edge of the bed where he had a better view as Kyle slowly undid the button and zipper on Harvey’s trousers. Harvey took one hand from Kyle’s head in order to pull out his erection, holding it firmly as he directed Kyle head forward. He paused when the other man’s mouth was just an inch away and Kyle reached out with his tongue to sweep it along the head of the cock.
“Very good,” Harvey said, running his own tongue along his lips. Mike held his breath as Harvey loosened his grip and allowed Kyle to move forward again, the brunet on his knees slowly taking more of Harvey’s length in his mouth before pulling back slowly. He repeated this motion again and again, taking a little more each time until his lips brushed against Harvey’s fingers where they still wrapped around the base of his cock.
Harvey glanced up at Mike and winked before a moan slipped out. His fingers tangled in Kyle’s hair tightened again as his hips pushed forward slightly. Kyle didn’t so much as gag, his eyes fluttering closed as he allowed Harvey to control his movements. Mike leaned back on the bed slightly, propping himself up with one hand as he rubbed his throbbing cock with the other. He moved his hand slowly, mimicking the way Kyle’s head was moving above Harvey’s lap.
“He’s almost as good as you are, Mike,” Harvey groaned. “So well behaved.” Kyle moaned around Harvey’s cock in response to the praise and Mike could just imagine the way the sound vibrated through the older man. Harvey’s eyes kept moving back and forth from where Kyle’s lips were wrapped around his cock over the where Mike was still palming his own erection through his trousers. “So good. Such a perfect little cocksucker.”
“Get naked, Mike,” Harvey said after a few minutes of nothing but moans and whispered praise. Mike couldn’t help but comply, standing up to shed his clothes as Harvey thrust harder into Kyle’s mouth. The older man held the younger associate still as his hips took over, his hand still wrapped around the base of his cock to stave off his orgasm. “Fuck,” Harvey ground out before pulling Kyle off completely. Harvey leaned forward to kiss him deeply before pushing him away, sitting back in the chair and watching Kyle stand up stiffly.
Kyle turned towards Mike, unbuttoning his own shirt and slacks as he walked forward. He paused to slip his shirt from his shoulders and pull down his boxers and pants. When he straightened up he stretched his arms high towards the ceiling, obviously putting himself on display. Mike let his eyes move along the proffered flesh, taking in the way that Kyle’s firm chest gave way to defined abs and a thick erection proudly jutting out of finely trimmed black curls.
“Come here,” Mike said, feeling proud of himself that his voice didn’t crack under the pressure of his own need. Kyle dropped his arms and stalked forward again, grabbing Mike’s ass with both hands to pull them together as their lips met. Mike could taste Harvey in Kyle’s mouth and it made him crazy, driving him to thrust against the other man as he moved his hands to the Kyle’s face. His tongue copied to the movements of his hips, pushing into Kyle’s mouth with the intent of sweeping away every taste of the older lawyer.
Kyle pressed forward until Mike felt the bed pressing into his knees. He pulled away long enough to climb up, dragging Kyle with him until they fell together onto the plush comforter. Mike rolled the pair until he was on top, forearms bracketing Kyle’s head as he continued to kiss him deeply. Kyle’s hands moved over Mike’s back, tracing the muscles there down to the curve of his ass. When Mike felt finger slipping down the crack of his ass he thrust down against Kyle’s hard cock.
“Not this time,” he growled, drawing back to look at Kyle flushed face. The other man’s eyes were black ringed with blue and his lips were swollen and red.
“Bedside table,” Harvey called out from the other side of the room. Mike looked back to find the older man had undressed completely at some point and was now sitting on the arm of the chair, one hand moving slowly over his cock still slick with Kyle’s spit. The lawyer grinned at Mike at the same time Kyle leaned forward to bite at Mike’s shoulder, drawing a hiss from the blond.
“Christ,” Mike moaned as Kyle sucked hard at the spot, shivering as he felt the other man’s tongue run over the faint bruise.
“Or I could get the lube for you.” Mike watched Harvey from the corner of his eye as the other man stood up and moved towards the bed, pulling open the drawer in the table next to it and pulling out a handful of single use lube sachets and condoms. He tossed them onto the bed before climbing on and resting against the pillows next to where the pair were busy grinding together.
“I’m clean,” Kyle said, finally pulling away from the bruise he was raising on Mike’s shoulder. Mike saw Harvey’s eyes lock on the mark and didn’t miss the flash of desire it evoked.
“Still not taking that chance,” Harvey said. He leaned forward then and ran his tongue along the mark Kyle had left. Mike shuddered, his hips pressing forward with more force, drawing a loud moan from the brunet beneath him.
Mike pushed himself up and off of Kyle, moving to his knees and taking some of the lube that Harvey had opened for him.
“Turn over,” he said, pushing lightly at Kyle’s hip to encourage the other man to roll to his stomach. Kyle did so, moving so that he was on his hands and knees on the bed with Mike behind him and Harvey in front of him. Harvey shifted slightly so that he could lean forward and run his tongue along Kyle’s throat and ear as Mike ran one slick finger down the crack of the brunet’s ass. Kyle moaned as Mike’s finger brushed over his hole and Harvey whispered lowly in his ear.
“He’s very good at this,” he said, drawing another moan from Kyle as Harvey’s breath ghosted over his skin. “His fingers are long and thin and the way he moves them…” Harvey moaned low into Kyle’s ear, prompting the other man to push backwards against Mike slightly, forcing the tip of his finger past the thin ring of muscles he had been rubbing against.
“God, just hurry up.” Kyle pushed back again until Mike’s finger slipped all of the way into his ass. Mike pulled it back slightly before pushing in again, rotating it slightly until he could feel the other man’s body shudder around him. He moved it in and out before slipping it out completely and pushing in a second, not bothering to take it easy as the other man encouraged him.
Mike took his eyes off of Kyle’s ass to watch as Harvey continued to whisper in the other man’s ear, the words lost in the sounds coming out of Kyle’s mouth. The fact that he had contributed to this wordlessness drove Mike to slip in a third finger, causing Kyle to gasp and grind back against his hand.
“You’re such a slut,” Harvey chuckled, sitting back up and cocking his head so that he could watch Kyle fuck back against Mike’s fingers. Mike grinned at him as he slid his free hand along his own chest, the tips of his fingers brushing against the bruise Kyle had made. Harvey growled at him, his smile slipping to something far hungrier. “I think that’s enough.” Mike locked eyes with him for a moment over Kyle’s back before nodding and slipping his fingers from the brunet’s ass.
Mike hesitated before wiping his hand on the bedcovers. He took the condom Harvey held out to him and slid it over his erection, groaning at the sensation and giving into the urge to tug on his cock a few times before straightening up to better position himself behind Kyle. The condom was already well lubricated and Mike nearly bit through his lip as his cock slipped easily into Kyle’s ass with one solid push.
“Oh fuck!” Kyle shouted, his head dropping forward in a way that stretched the muscles along his neck and shoulders. Mike leaned forward, bracing one hand on Kyle’s shoulder before running his lips and teeth and tongue along the tight muscles, working his way from one shoulder to the other. He rotated his hips slightly and was rewarded by twin moans from both Kyle and Harvey.
“C’mon,” Harvey encouraged, reaching out to run his hand along Mike’s arm. Kyle pressed back then, turning his head to nip at Mike’s fingers where they were gripping his shoulder tightly. It was more than enough motivation for Mike to move and he straightened up, his hand sliding to rest low on Kyle’s back. He pulled back his hips slowly until the head of his cock nearly slipped free and thrust back in with enough force to rock Kyle forward.
“Jesus fuck!” Kyle cursed loudly and Mike repeated the motion again and again until the brunet thighs began to quiver against his each time they met.
“Easy now, Mike,” Harvey said and Mike finally looked up from where he eyes had been focused on his own cock slipping into Kyle’s ass and saw that the older man was shifting to kneel in front of the other associate. Mike eased up his thrusting, moving slowly and steadily in and out of Kyle in small movements as Harvey positioned himself, one hand wrapped around the base of his now condom-clad cock and the other lightly gripping Kyle’s jaw.
Kyle’s moaning continued as Harvey pushed forward into his mouth at the same time Mike sheathed himself once again. The three paused for a moment and Mike can see Kyle’s throat working as he swallowed around Harvey’s length. He looked up to lock eyes with Harvey and, when the other man nodded to him, he began moving again, slowly at first until they all settle into the rhythm.
Each time Mike pulled back, Kyle’s mouth drew along Harvey’s cock, his cheeks hollowing out and causing the other man to groan out encouragements. Harvey moved one hand to rest at the back of Kyle’s neck as he braced himself on the headboard behind him with the other. Meanwhile, Mike wrapped both of his hands around Kyle’s slim hips and began to move with more force as he felt the heat coiling in his stomach, Kyle’s muffled moans driving him on.
Harvey caught his eye as he sped up for just a moment before the brunet dropped his head forward to watch Kyle work his cock.
“Good,” Harvey crooned, “You’re both so good.” He looked back up at Mike and the blond felt his rhythm stutter slightly as his impending orgasm built at the base of his cock. His balls tightened up as he watched the muscles on Harvey’s stomach clench as his own orgasm was drawn out of him. “Yes,” Harvey hissed, thrusting forward into Kyle’s mouth again and again, Mike slowing up slightly to allow Harvey a moment of selfish pleasure. When Harvey finally pulled out of Kyle’s mouth and dropped back to lean on the headboard, Mike began thrusting forward again.
“Fuck me, Ross,” Kyle begged. “God, just fuck me!” Mike acquiesced, his fingers digging into the other man’s hips as he moved at a furious pace, chasing his own orgasm. He watched Harvey catch his breath for a moment before shifting on the bed to kneel next to Kyle, one hand reaching underneath the younger man to wrap around his cock as his other hand came to rest on Mike’s ass, encouraging him to move with more force.
“That’s it,” Harvey said as Kyle fucked his fist in time with Mike’s movements. “That’s it…” Mike dropped his head to his chest, eyes focusing on where his hips collided with Kyle’s ass each time he pushed forward. “Give it to him, Mike,” Harvey whispered in his ear. “Look how desperate he is to be fucked.” Mike moaned loudly as Harvey’s words slid down his spine. “Let go, Mike. Just let go.” Harvey leaned forward then and bit down on the same spot Kyle had marked earlier.
“Fuck!” Mike screwed his eyes shut as his orgasm over took him, pounding into Kyle’s ass hard enough to make the other man yell. He opened them again after a heartbeat in time to watch Kyle toss his head back as his own orgasm painted the bedspread below him. Mike rotated his hips a few more times before stopping, leaning forward over Kyle’s sweaty back to catch his breath. He could see Harvey moving beside him and looked up just as Harvey leaned forward to press a kiss to his forehead.
“Good job,” Harvey said, patting Mike’s shoulder. Mike could feel Kyle chuckle below him and groaned as the movement resonated down to his sensitive cock. He straightened up and pulled out slowly, grimacing at the sensation. Slipping off the condom, he leaned over the bed to toss it in a trash can before moving to lie down beside Harvey, one hand resting on the other man’s thigh. Kyle moved in the other direction, falling to his side with the wet spot between them.
“So…” Kyle said, breaking the silence after several relaxed minutes had ticked by, “I move to have the second rule put under review.”
“I’ll think about it,” Harvey allowed. Mike only sighed with contentment and let his eyes slide shut as Harvey’s hand came to rest on his own.
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Author: fluffygremlin
Pairings: Mike/Harvey, Harvey/Kyle, Mike/Harvey/Kyle
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: None
Word Count: 5,144
Summary: Another edition in the Never make bets with a lawyer series I seem to have developed. Mike was pretty sure he had this bet in the bag but Harvey disagrees and the older man already has their evening planned out.
Authors Note: This was written as a gift to brighten the week of the lovely veritas_st who also beta'd.
Disclaimer: This story is based on characters and situations created and owned people who are NOT me. No copyright or trademark infringement is intended and no money is being made.
Bondage Night is on Thursdays
“Councilors, are you prepared to begin opening arguments?” Jessica sat behind the wide desk that served as her judge’s bench. Mike glanced over at Harold and nodded at the blonde, encouraging him to speak.
“Your honor, the plaintiff has agreed to a settlement offered by opposing council and requests that this suit be dismissed.” Harold swallowed thickly, his tie bobbing against his neck. Mike had to resist the urge to roll his eyes at the other man’s obvious nervousness at speaking to the better half of Pearson Hardman.
“Mr. Ross?” Jessica turned her arched eyebrow on the younger associate.
“All written up and signed, awaiting your approval, your honor.” Mike held up the sheaf of paper. He noticed Kyle Durant standing off to the side next to Harvey and couldn’t decide if he wanted to smirk or scowl. Harvey, ever the professional, simply winked at him before walking off.
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Mike pushed into Harvey’s office without a thought. He was still riding the high of pressing Harold for a settlement.
“I w…” he pulled up short, finding Kyle standing with Harvey in front of the older lawyer’s desk.
“Mike,” Harvey leveled a serious look at him. “Kyle here was just reminding how you like to leave your phone laying around.” The brunet held up the device. “You also still need to work on your passwords.” Mike felt his eyes go wide and bit down on his cheek to stop from saying anything. He could see Kyle’s face out of the corner of his eye and the other man’s blue eyes seemed smug despite his calm demeanor.
“Right,” Mike said slowly. “Thanks for that.” He held out his hand for the phone but Harvey only turned it back towards himself, thumbing at the screen.
“Yes, thank you, Kyle,” Harvey said, turning his attention to the man at his side. Kyle smiled widely.
“Not a problem, Harvey.” The way Kyle tacked on Harvey’s name in such a familiar way made Mike’s brain spin around a dozen different thoughts. He watched as Kyle strutted out of the office before turning to find Harvey watching him.
“What was that you were saying when you came in?” Harvey asked, slipping Mike’s phone into his own suit pocket and walking around his desk to sit down.
“Can I have my phone? Please?” Mike moved to stand in front of the other man, arms crossed over his chest.
“I’m pretty sure that’s not what you were saying.” Harvey cocked his head.
“Harvey…” Harvey’s smirk stretched farther.
“Perhaps your memory is lack…”
“I win,” Mike interrupted. “I came in here to say ‘I win’.” Harvey leaned back in his chair rubbed his chin for a moment.
“And what, Mike, did you win?” he asked. Mike paused for a moment, opening his mouth to respond and then thinking better of it. He glanced out the glass door before rounding Harvey’s desk to stand closer to the other man.
“I won the bet,” he said quietly, watching other staffers walk back and forth outside of the office. Harvey didn’t seem concerned about any possible audience to their conversation.
“And how did you do that?” Harvey questioned.
“I won mock trial.” Mike slipped his hands into his pockets to fight the urge to fidget under Harvey’s intense eyes.
“No, you didn’t.” The older man shook his head.
“Of course I did,” Mike said. “I laid out a solid case and convinced Harold to settle and this time I got it in writing. Speaking of which, why was Kyle in here and what did he do with my phone?”
“One at a time, sport. First, you didn’t win the bet. While the settlement is obviously in your client’s favor, the terms of the bet were very clear. Win or lose, not draw. Better luck next time, rookie.” Harvey held up his hand to silence Mike’s protests before reaching into his suit to pull the blond’s phone out again. “Second, Kyle was in here to bring me your phone since you can’t keep track of it yourself. He found it in the library and wasn’t sure whose it was…”
“Bullshit,” Mike coughed. Harvey scowled at him.
“He wasn’t sure,” Harvey said more firmly, “so he checked and found out the password was easy enough to allow him to ascertain the owner of the phone.”
“It’s not even a password,” Mike argued, “It’s one of those shape thingies.”
“It’s a circle.” Harvey held up Mike’s phone and drew a finger around the screen. The first thing to pop up was an open text message Harvey had sent Mike the prior evening.
“Oh…” Mike could feel the blush creeping along his cheeks. Harvey nodded at him.
“Exactly.” He set the phone on his desk. “So we’ve established that you did not in fact win the bet along with the fact that I’m going to staple your phone to your head the next time you leave it lying around.”
“I contest that I did win the bet by prevailing…” Mike rolled his eyes when Harvey spoke over him.
“No, you didn’t. Do we need to go over the fact that you need to watch your wording better?” Harvey waited for the other man to respond and Mike could only shrug. “You said win. Actually,” Harvey stood up, bringing himself into Mike’s personal space, “you said you would spank Harold up and down the trial room and possibly leave him in tears. Was he, Mike? Was he in tears?”
“You don’t play fair,” Mike said, eyes locked on Harvey’s lips as the other man spoke in a low tone.
“No, I don’t.” Harvey ran his tongue over his lower lip quickly. Mike groaned and stalked halfway across the office to put space between them. When he turned back around Harvey was smiling at him. “Want to hear what I win?”
“Does it involve women’s clothing?” Mike guessed, perching on the arm of one of Harvey’s leather chairs.
“No,” Harvey said. Mike thought for a moment.
“Does it involve handcuffs again? Because, if so, we need a new set.” Harvey shook his head. “Food? Candle wax? Flogging? I get to top?”
“No, not this time, I’ll think about it, and… yes.” Mike ran through his list in his head before letting himself match Harvey’s grin.
“How is that a prize for you?” he asked, still balanced on the chair arm. “I mean, we both know I’m awesome but…”
“I didn’t say you’d be fucking me,” Harvey said casually. Mike made a confused sound that only made Harvey bite back a laugh.
“If not you then…” Mike glanced towards the door again. “No way.”
“Way.” Harvey picked up a slip of paper off of his desk. “And before you question policies, which we break on a regular basis, and any ethical issues you may have,” he walked across the office to hold the paper out to Mike, “he showed up with a nondisclosure agreement already in hand.”
“Why would he even do that?” Mike asked, taking the paper and tracking his eyes over the small lines of text, focusing on the two signatures already at the bottom.
“Do you remember what we discussed last week while I had to stay the night in Atlantic City?” Mike was so focused on reading over the contract that it took him a minute to realize what Harvey was alluding to.
“So he knows that I… and that you… that he…” Mike took a deep breath and tried to decide if his lightheadness was a good thing or a bad thing.
“Full sentences, rookie.” Harvey took the paper away from Mike before the blond could wrinkle it.
“Kyle Durant knows that we both think he’s… attractive. That we both think he’s really attractive.” Mike said, leading Harvey to shrug.
“He already knows that he’s attractive,” the older man said calmly. “Now he knows that he’s attractive and can have sex with a senior partner and the aforementioned senior partner’s… partner. Well…” Harvey gave Mike a smile that meant he’d been scheming. “He never clarified who got to fuck whom.”
“I get to fuck Kyle Durant?”
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Mike paused as he followed Harvey through the door of the bar tucked discreetly between two tall office buildings. The dark room was filled with older men chatting up younger women and cougars on the prowl for the Jersey Shore wannabes lining the bar. Harvey forced his way through the crush as if he owned the place and Mike had to hurry before he lost the other man in the crowd.
“What kind of place is this?” Mike practically yelled into Harvey’s ear to be heard over the music thumping loud enough to vibrate through his shoes.
“The kind that happens to be connected to a small, privately owned hotel that is known for being very discreet and accommodating.” Harvey sidestepped a preoccupied couple and placed his hand at the small of Mike’s back as they moved towards the bar.
“So it’s a sex club,” Mike said. Harvey only winked at him before guiding the blond towards one end of the bar. It took Mike a moment to realize that Kyle was sitting there nursing a beer. The brunet’s hair was softer looking than usual and he’d changed from his suit to a steely blue shirt. When he looked up and spotted the pair headed towards him an almost shy smile crossed his face and Mike could see why he’d chosen that shirt. The color made his eyes look paler and skin pinker, drawing attention to his lips and dark curls.
“Harvey,” Kyle said, tipping his head at the older man. He turned to Mike and his smile turned into his usual smirk. “Ross.” Mike matched his attitude as Harvey called the bartender to bring over drinks.
“Here’s how this is going to work,” Harvey said as he handed the man behind the bar more money than Mike thought was necessary. The older man shifted so that he stood in front of the other two and leveled them with a look that was all business. “First, everyone is here for the same reason. If there’s something that makes you uncomfortable,” his eyes locked with Mike’s, “just say the word. Full stop, no questions. Second,” now his focus turned to Kyle, “this is a onetime thing.”
“What if you enjoy yourself? A lot?” Kyle asked before taking another long drink. Mike found himself watching the way the other man’s lips wrapped around the top of his beer bottle.
“Oh, I plan to,” Harvey responded with a smirk, “but that doesn’t change anything. One time or no deal.” Kyle looked at Mike, catching his eye before letting his gaze slowly rake down the blond’s body.
“Deal,” he said finally before finishing his beer. Harvey knocked back his Scotch and Mike followed suit, choking slightly as the liquor burned its way down his throat.
“Shall we?” Harvey gestured for Kyle and Mike to follow before leading them farther into the bar to a door set into the back corner, flanked by large men that only nodded to Harvey as he passed. On the other side of the door was the brightly lit lobby of the ‘discreet’ hotel, complete with concierge waiting behind the desk with a well practiced smile on his face.
“Excellent to see you this evening, sir,” the thin man said, setting a slip of paper onto the counter in front of him for Harvey to sign. The older man did so with a flourish before slipping an envelope of money from his jacket and exchanging it for a keycard. “The corner room is ready, as requested,” the concierge said with a thin smile. “All standard amenities have been provided; however, should you need something more please do not hesitate to phone room service.”
“Of course, Henry,” Harvey said. He returned the man’s fake smile with a nod before heading towards a bank of elevators, Mike and Kyle following in his wake.
“Come here often?” Mike asked as Harvey swiped the card to call the elevator.
“Not recently,” Harvey responded. Mike could see Kyle out of the corner of his eye and watched the way the other man’s tongue slid along his lower lip. They stepped onto the elevator once it opened, Harvey pressing the topmost button before joining the younger men as they leaned against the back wall.
“So,” Mike asked as he watched the numbers go up on the display, “do the standard amenities include whips and chains?” Harvey chuckled next to him, the low sound settling at the base of Mike’s spine.
“No. Bondage night is on Thursdays.” Mike gapped at the older man as he straightened up and walked towards the doors just as they opened. He looked over to find Kyle watching Harvey stride down the hall as they hurried to follow and couldn’t help but comment. “He has a great ass.”
“Seriously,” Kyle agreed. He looked over at Mike and made a show at leering at the blond’s backside. “Yours isn’t so bad either.”
“It’s all the biking,” Harvey said over his shoulder as he unlocked the door at the end of the hall. He held open the door, ushering Mike and Kyle in before following and closing it with a loud click. Mike wandered into the room, kicking off his shoes next to the closet after glancing into the spacious bathroom. Kyle and Harvey did the same, the older brunet pausing to hang up his jacket before making his way to the small bar built at the side of the large room. He poured himself a Scotch before turning to face the younger men where they both stood near the king sized bed.
Harvey took a sip of his drink before walking towards the pair, pausing for a moment to set it on a table next to the large leather chair next to the bed. He walked up to Mike, slipping one hand behind his neck to pull him into a deep kiss. Mike pressed against him, opening his mouth to allow Harvey’s tongue easy access to sweep over his own. He could feel Kyle step up on his other side and reached out to wrap his arm around the shorter man’s waist to draw him closer. Harvey pulled back for a moment before leaning in to kiss Kyle. Mike moaned quietly as the two men’s tongues tangled together between their lips.
When Harvey took a step back, Kyle took a step forward, taking his place in front of Mike. There was a moment’s hesitation before Mike reached out with his free hand to tangle it in Kyle’s thick hair, using his grip to tilt the other man’s head to better facilitate a kiss between the two. He glanced up to see Harvey back away, slowly unbuttoning his shirt as he went. Kyle’s hand slid around Mike’s waist to rest on the small of his back, his fingers dipping slightly below his waistband to brush against the top of his ass as the other came up to run along Mike’s jaw and neck.
The action made Mike groan low in his throat, tightening his grip on the other man and pulling him closer. Their hips met and both men broke the kiss with a moan.
“Beautiful,” Harvey said in a low voice. Mike and Kyle looked over to find the other man sitting in the chair, his shirt hanging loose. Mike looked over at Kyle and saw his eyes skirting over Harvey’s broad chest as it was put on display. He felt a moment of possessiveness before he remembered that the growing erection pressing against his own had just as much to do with him as it did Harvey. Shifting his hips slightly, he watched with pride as Kyle’s eyes fluttered closed for a moment.
“Fuck, Ross,” the brunet gasped. Mike couldn’t help the smirk that crossed his face as he did it again.
“Not quite yet,” Harvey interrupted. Kyle’s eyes snapped open and he moved towards the older man when Harvey beckoned. Mike watched as Kyle dropped to his knees in front of Harvey, leaning forward with his hands braced on the other man’s thighs to run his tongue along Harvey’s smooth jaw. As they kissed again, Mike found himself cataloging their differences. The stubble that shadowed Kyle’s jaw had rasped against his own whereas Harvey’s chin was as smooth as it had been early that morning. Mike was fairly sure the older man shaved every other hour but he’d never been able to catch him.
Harvey’s hands came up to tangle in Kyle’s hair, moving his head from side to side as Harvey shifted forward slightly. He finally pulled the younger man away, staring into his eyes as he tightened his grip slightly.
“I want you to suck my cock,” Harvey rasped, his voice so low Mike had to bite his lip against the moan it pulled out of him. Kyle only nodded slightly, Harvey’s grip in his hair minimizing the movement. Mike moved to sit on the edge of the bed where he had a better view as Kyle slowly undid the button and zipper on Harvey’s trousers. Harvey took one hand from Kyle’s head in order to pull out his erection, holding it firmly as he directed Kyle head forward. He paused when the other man’s mouth was just an inch away and Kyle reached out with his tongue to sweep it along the head of the cock.
“Very good,” Harvey said, running his own tongue along his lips. Mike held his breath as Harvey loosened his grip and allowed Kyle to move forward again, the brunet on his knees slowly taking more of Harvey’s length in his mouth before pulling back slowly. He repeated this motion again and again, taking a little more each time until his lips brushed against Harvey’s fingers where they still wrapped around the base of his cock.
Harvey glanced up at Mike and winked before a moan slipped out. His fingers tangled in Kyle’s hair tightened again as his hips pushed forward slightly. Kyle didn’t so much as gag, his eyes fluttering closed as he allowed Harvey to control his movements. Mike leaned back on the bed slightly, propping himself up with one hand as he rubbed his throbbing cock with the other. He moved his hand slowly, mimicking the way Kyle’s head was moving above Harvey’s lap.
“He’s almost as good as you are, Mike,” Harvey groaned. “So well behaved.” Kyle moaned around Harvey’s cock in response to the praise and Mike could just imagine the way the sound vibrated through the older man. Harvey’s eyes kept moving back and forth from where Kyle’s lips were wrapped around his cock over the where Mike was still palming his own erection through his trousers. “So good. Such a perfect little cocksucker.”
“Get naked, Mike,” Harvey said after a few minutes of nothing but moans and whispered praise. Mike couldn’t help but comply, standing up to shed his clothes as Harvey thrust harder into Kyle’s mouth. The older man held the younger associate still as his hips took over, his hand still wrapped around the base of his cock to stave off his orgasm. “Fuck,” Harvey ground out before pulling Kyle off completely. Harvey leaned forward to kiss him deeply before pushing him away, sitting back in the chair and watching Kyle stand up stiffly.
Kyle turned towards Mike, unbuttoning his own shirt and slacks as he walked forward. He paused to slip his shirt from his shoulders and pull down his boxers and pants. When he straightened up he stretched his arms high towards the ceiling, obviously putting himself on display. Mike let his eyes move along the proffered flesh, taking in the way that Kyle’s firm chest gave way to defined abs and a thick erection proudly jutting out of finely trimmed black curls.
“Come here,” Mike said, feeling proud of himself that his voice didn’t crack under the pressure of his own need. Kyle dropped his arms and stalked forward again, grabbing Mike’s ass with both hands to pull them together as their lips met. Mike could taste Harvey in Kyle’s mouth and it made him crazy, driving him to thrust against the other man as he moved his hands to the Kyle’s face. His tongue copied to the movements of his hips, pushing into Kyle’s mouth with the intent of sweeping away every taste of the older lawyer.
Kyle pressed forward until Mike felt the bed pressing into his knees. He pulled away long enough to climb up, dragging Kyle with him until they fell together onto the plush comforter. Mike rolled the pair until he was on top, forearms bracketing Kyle’s head as he continued to kiss him deeply. Kyle’s hands moved over Mike’s back, tracing the muscles there down to the curve of his ass. When Mike felt finger slipping down the crack of his ass he thrust down against Kyle’s hard cock.
“Not this time,” he growled, drawing back to look at Kyle flushed face. The other man’s eyes were black ringed with blue and his lips were swollen and red.
“Bedside table,” Harvey called out from the other side of the room. Mike looked back to find the older man had undressed completely at some point and was now sitting on the arm of the chair, one hand moving slowly over his cock still slick with Kyle’s spit. The lawyer grinned at Mike at the same time Kyle leaned forward to bite at Mike’s shoulder, drawing a hiss from the blond.
“Christ,” Mike moaned as Kyle sucked hard at the spot, shivering as he felt the other man’s tongue run over the faint bruise.
“Or I could get the lube for you.” Mike watched Harvey from the corner of his eye as the other man stood up and moved towards the bed, pulling open the drawer in the table next to it and pulling out a handful of single use lube sachets and condoms. He tossed them onto the bed before climbing on and resting against the pillows next to where the pair were busy grinding together.
“I’m clean,” Kyle said, finally pulling away from the bruise he was raising on Mike’s shoulder. Mike saw Harvey’s eyes lock on the mark and didn’t miss the flash of desire it evoked.
“Still not taking that chance,” Harvey said. He leaned forward then and ran his tongue along the mark Kyle had left. Mike shuddered, his hips pressing forward with more force, drawing a loud moan from the brunet beneath him.
Mike pushed himself up and off of Kyle, moving to his knees and taking some of the lube that Harvey had opened for him.
“Turn over,” he said, pushing lightly at Kyle’s hip to encourage the other man to roll to his stomach. Kyle did so, moving so that he was on his hands and knees on the bed with Mike behind him and Harvey in front of him. Harvey shifted slightly so that he could lean forward and run his tongue along Kyle’s throat and ear as Mike ran one slick finger down the crack of the brunet’s ass. Kyle moaned as Mike’s finger brushed over his hole and Harvey whispered lowly in his ear.
“He’s very good at this,” he said, drawing another moan from Kyle as Harvey’s breath ghosted over his skin. “His fingers are long and thin and the way he moves them…” Harvey moaned low into Kyle’s ear, prompting the other man to push backwards against Mike slightly, forcing the tip of his finger past the thin ring of muscles he had been rubbing against.
“God, just hurry up.” Kyle pushed back again until Mike’s finger slipped all of the way into his ass. Mike pulled it back slightly before pushing in again, rotating it slightly until he could feel the other man’s body shudder around him. He moved it in and out before slipping it out completely and pushing in a second, not bothering to take it easy as the other man encouraged him.
Mike took his eyes off of Kyle’s ass to watch as Harvey continued to whisper in the other man’s ear, the words lost in the sounds coming out of Kyle’s mouth. The fact that he had contributed to this wordlessness drove Mike to slip in a third finger, causing Kyle to gasp and grind back against his hand.
“You’re such a slut,” Harvey chuckled, sitting back up and cocking his head so that he could watch Kyle fuck back against Mike’s fingers. Mike grinned at him as he slid his free hand along his own chest, the tips of his fingers brushing against the bruise Kyle had made. Harvey growled at him, his smile slipping to something far hungrier. “I think that’s enough.” Mike locked eyes with him for a moment over Kyle’s back before nodding and slipping his fingers from the brunet’s ass.
Mike hesitated before wiping his hand on the bedcovers. He took the condom Harvey held out to him and slid it over his erection, groaning at the sensation and giving into the urge to tug on his cock a few times before straightening up to better position himself behind Kyle. The condom was already well lubricated and Mike nearly bit through his lip as his cock slipped easily into Kyle’s ass with one solid push.
“Oh fuck!” Kyle shouted, his head dropping forward in a way that stretched the muscles along his neck and shoulders. Mike leaned forward, bracing one hand on Kyle’s shoulder before running his lips and teeth and tongue along the tight muscles, working his way from one shoulder to the other. He rotated his hips slightly and was rewarded by twin moans from both Kyle and Harvey.
“C’mon,” Harvey encouraged, reaching out to run his hand along Mike’s arm. Kyle pressed back then, turning his head to nip at Mike’s fingers where they were gripping his shoulder tightly. It was more than enough motivation for Mike to move and he straightened up, his hand sliding to rest low on Kyle’s back. He pulled back his hips slowly until the head of his cock nearly slipped free and thrust back in with enough force to rock Kyle forward.
“Jesus fuck!” Kyle cursed loudly and Mike repeated the motion again and again until the brunet thighs began to quiver against his each time they met.
“Easy now, Mike,” Harvey said and Mike finally looked up from where he eyes had been focused on his own cock slipping into Kyle’s ass and saw that the older man was shifting to kneel in front of the other associate. Mike eased up his thrusting, moving slowly and steadily in and out of Kyle in small movements as Harvey positioned himself, one hand wrapped around the base of his now condom-clad cock and the other lightly gripping Kyle’s jaw.
Kyle’s moaning continued as Harvey pushed forward into his mouth at the same time Mike sheathed himself once again. The three paused for a moment and Mike can see Kyle’s throat working as he swallowed around Harvey’s length. He looked up to lock eyes with Harvey and, when the other man nodded to him, he began moving again, slowly at first until they all settle into the rhythm.
Each time Mike pulled back, Kyle’s mouth drew along Harvey’s cock, his cheeks hollowing out and causing the other man to groan out encouragements. Harvey moved one hand to rest at the back of Kyle’s neck as he braced himself on the headboard behind him with the other. Meanwhile, Mike wrapped both of his hands around Kyle’s slim hips and began to move with more force as he felt the heat coiling in his stomach, Kyle’s muffled moans driving him on.
Harvey caught his eye as he sped up for just a moment before the brunet dropped his head forward to watch Kyle work his cock.
“Good,” Harvey crooned, “You’re both so good.” He looked back up at Mike and the blond felt his rhythm stutter slightly as his impending orgasm built at the base of his cock. His balls tightened up as he watched the muscles on Harvey’s stomach clench as his own orgasm was drawn out of him. “Yes,” Harvey hissed, thrusting forward into Kyle’s mouth again and again, Mike slowing up slightly to allow Harvey a moment of selfish pleasure. When Harvey finally pulled out of Kyle’s mouth and dropped back to lean on the headboard, Mike began thrusting forward again.
“Fuck me, Ross,” Kyle begged. “God, just fuck me!” Mike acquiesced, his fingers digging into the other man’s hips as he moved at a furious pace, chasing his own orgasm. He watched Harvey catch his breath for a moment before shifting on the bed to kneel next to Kyle, one hand reaching underneath the younger man to wrap around his cock as his other hand came to rest on Mike’s ass, encouraging him to move with more force.
“That’s it,” Harvey said as Kyle fucked his fist in time with Mike’s movements. “That’s it…” Mike dropped his head to his chest, eyes focusing on where his hips collided with Kyle’s ass each time he pushed forward. “Give it to him, Mike,” Harvey whispered in his ear. “Look how desperate he is to be fucked.” Mike moaned loudly as Harvey’s words slid down his spine. “Let go, Mike. Just let go.” Harvey leaned forward then and bit down on the same spot Kyle had marked earlier.
“Fuck!” Mike screwed his eyes shut as his orgasm over took him, pounding into Kyle’s ass hard enough to make the other man yell. He opened them again after a heartbeat in time to watch Kyle toss his head back as his own orgasm painted the bedspread below him. Mike rotated his hips a few more times before stopping, leaning forward over Kyle’s sweaty back to catch his breath. He could see Harvey moving beside him and looked up just as Harvey leaned forward to press a kiss to his forehead.
“Good job,” Harvey said, patting Mike’s shoulder. Mike could feel Kyle chuckle below him and groaned as the movement resonated down to his sensitive cock. He straightened up and pulled out slowly, grimacing at the sensation. Slipping off the condom, he leaned over the bed to toss it in a trash can before moving to lie down beside Harvey, one hand resting on the other man’s thigh. Kyle moved in the other direction, falling to his side with the wet spot between them.
“So…” Kyle said, breaking the silence after several relaxed minutes had ticked by, “I move to have the second rule put under review.”
“I’ll think about it,” Harvey allowed. Mike only sighed with contentment and let his eyes slide shut as Harvey’s hand came to rest on his own.
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