round six prompt post - spoilers
ROUND SIX - SPOILER POST
THERE WILL BE SPOILERS FOR SEASON THREE IN THIS POST!!IMPORTANT: Please don't forget to warn for any triggers (these can be found in the Rules post), better to warn when in doubt. If a prompt is not warned for triggers and contains them, it will be screened and you will be asked to re-write it with the appropriate warning. ( Read more... )
THERE WILL BE SPOILERS FOR SEASON THREE IN THIS POST!!IMPORTANT: Please don't forget to warn for any triggers (these can be found in the Rules post), better to warn when in doubt. If a prompt is not warned for triggers and contains them, it will be screened and you will be asked to re-write it with the appropriate warning. ( Read more... )
Mike squirms under Harvey's tight embrace and smiles with a long moan, stretching under the sheets. He's still more than half asleep, but feels no light resting upon his eyelids from the large windows of Harvey's bedroom. He reckons it must be still the middle of the night and the older man turned into a snuggling octopus, which makes him giggle (in a manly manner, of course). But Harvey's hand is now on his thigh and moving up, his other hand is passing a thumb over his nipple and his other hand is pinning his wrists above his head.
Wait... what?
Mike's still too asleep to properly process that and gets distracted by Harvey's voice in his ear.
"Mike..." The sound of it, the soft air that tickles his ear, it feels like Harvey's conveying need. Need for Mike, at that very moment, need so great that he can't sleep and Mike smiles as he arches his back into the caresses that seem to multiply. It feels like Harvey's hands are all over him, at the same time. But his wrists are still being gently held on the pillow above his head.
Before he can shake the fuzziness of sleep out of his mind, Harvey repeats his name.
"Mike..."
His lips are on the lobe of the younger man's ear, moving softly.
"Mike..."
There is a gush of hot air as Harvey exhales that makes Mike shiver in anticipation. Whatever Harvey needs, he can have it. Mike wants it himself.
"Yes, please... oh, god. Harvey..."
He didn't mean to sound so needy, but it's ok, because, Harvey's breath hitches against his neck and then there is only an overload of sensations and Mike has never felt like this before.
He can feel Harvey above him, pinning him down, intertwining his fingers with Mike's above his head, holding them there. He can feel Harvey's thumb caress his nipple, Havey's hand caress his side and thigh, Harvey's hands pulling his legs gently apart.
"Mike..."
And then, there it is, Mike sighs and shudders at the touch of Harvey's lubed finger pressing into him.
"Mike..." Harvey's nose is nuzzling his cheek and Mike feels himself smiling. He slowly opens his eyes and all he can see is the liquid eyes piercing his own, spilling out need and want and mine.
Mike forgot that he could feel all of Harvey's hands at the same time. He can only feel the pressure of being filled, and filled, and filled, more and more until the stretch is a bit too much. It burns and Mike gasps and squirms, trying to ease out of the discomfort.
He didn't even realise he let out a whimpering sound until he hears Harvey very close to his ear again.
"Shh... sh... so good, Mike. So good. My boy..."
The pressure increases, though, unrelenting, and Mike starts to panic. He suddenly feels like Harvey's hands are completely and entirely encased in lubricant. He feels wet all over, Harvey's chest slippery against his, all of those unaccounted hands sliding over his skin, raising goosebumps.
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"Shh..." Comes the whisper in Mikes ear. "Relax, feel it. Feel me..."
Mike lets out a strangled moan as the stretch widens.
"Let me in, Michael... take me in, my good boy..."
Mike feels through a haze as his back arches, his legs are pulled further apart, the wetness on his skin warming him from the outside, while his insides feel like fire. The uncomfortable sensations have turned into minute electric shocks, stimulating his sweet spot continuously. He is somehow aware of all his muscles shaking under the sensory onslaught, but he can't be sure weather he wants to push away or pull in.
"So full... oh, god, Harvey, so full... I'm gonna die... please..."
He knows he's rambling, but he can't stop himself. He can't make it stop, whatever this is that is happening. He can't tear his gaze away from Harvey's eyes, he can't break away. He wants it to never end.
"It won't end, Mike. It won't, if you don't want it to." He didn't realize he had spoken out loud.
"Please..." His voice cracks.
"Be my mate, Michael. Be mine." The need is flowing freely out of Harvey's voice and Mike thinks, somewhere in the back of his head, that he's never heard Harvey like this before.
"Yes, yes, please. Whatever you want... please..."
Mike doesn't even know what he's begging for right now. He feels like he's on fire, smothered and free at the same time, needing something too, but unable to name what that something is.
Then he feels it, wrapping itself around him, stroking once, twice...
"Mine. Mine, Michael, mine. My good boy..."
Harvey is kissing him as he shoots the remnants of his brains onto his stomach. His eyes flutter closed, then open for only a fraction of a second to see Harvey contently licking Mike's release from the tip of what looks like a tentacle.
But Mike has to snort to himself as he falls back into sleep, because that thought is ridiculous and he's somehow being influenced by the snuggling octopus...
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Mike wakes up with a gasp. He sits straight up in bed and takes in his surroundings. The bed is dry, his body is dry, Harvey is sleeping next to him on his side, facing the other way.
He feels his breath coming in short gasps and his heart screaming bloody murder in his chest.
"A dream..." He murmurs to himself, rubbing a hand over his forehead, but somehow, the word "Mine" keeps circling in his head.
Well, he figures he actually is Harvey's now. He leans back in, pressing himself close to his lover's body, wrapping an arm around his waist.
Lover, Mike thinks with a smile. They really are now. Admittedly, he's feeling a lot more sore than he thought he would after their first (finally!) time together earlier that night. He lets out a satisfied sigh that fills his chest with belonging.
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Unknown to Mike, Harvey is sporting a smile of his own, as he licks a missed drop of Mike from the corner of his mouth.
"Finally", he whispers as he entwines his fingers with Mike's over his abdomen. "Mine. And we're just starting."
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In the corner of the room, forgotten, the laundry basket sits quietly. Its lid is slightly off, letting out a corner of a sheet, slowly dripping on the floor.
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idk. somehow, i imagine mike turning into whatever species harvey is and doing all sorts of naughty in return. crazy, eh.
thank you for reading. we'll keep each other company in special hell. yeah. *grin*
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So. I didn't realize I had a tentacle kink.
Apparently I do.
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Besides, making Mike say "full" was totally worth it. :D
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