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New rounds will open at suits_meme.
Round One is officially closed. Round Two will open on Wednesday morning. Feel free to continue posting fills.
Refer to the Rules before posting a prompt.
Direct any of your concerns to the Mod Post.
I'll be archiving prompts (both ( Read more... )
Finally - FINALLY - Mike is dressed in a pair of worn jeans with fraying hems and a simple black t-shirt with a stretched-out collar. He doesn't have shoes on and he feels more naked in bare feet than he did in his towel. Harvey raises an eyebrow at the casual dress as Mike shuffles into the kitchen.
“What?” Mike grouses, reaching (unfortunately) around Harvey to retrieve a mug of his own. “It's Saturday.”
“You are aware that we are having lunch with a client today.” Harvey informs him, taking a pointed sip of coffee, as if to say 'I made this coffee and therefore you should suck my dick' and then Mike remembers mentioning a desire to suck Harvey's dick.
“I'll change before leaving,” he says through clenched teeth. “Harvey, what do you want?”
“Hm,” Harvey laughs into his coffee and Mike considers hiding under his bed at the mocking tone. “I seem to recall asking you the very same thing last night. And you,” he raises his eyebrows pointedly. “You had some very interesting answers for me.”
Mike turns away, clenching his hands around his empty mug. “Harvey, don't,” he whines, face flushing. There's a soft clinking sound, as Harvey sets down his coffee. Surprisingly careful fingers untangle Mike's hands from around his cup, which quickly joins Harvey's on the counter. “Come on,” he whispers, still refusing to look anywhere but at the wall. “Please don't do this.”
A shuddering breath ripples through him as Harvey gently curls one finger under Mike's chin. “Look at me?” He asks softly, ducking his head to meet Mike's averted gaze. Licking his suddenly dry lips, Mike raises his eyes to grant Harvey's request. “There you are,” Harvey smiles - a real smile without a trace of suborder Selachimorpha - and shifts from just one finger under Mike's chin to an entire hand cupping the side of his face. Mike leans into the caress, as Harvey continues murmuring in that same, quiet voice. “You were so talkative last night,” he muses out loud, “you had so many fascinating ideas.”
“Please,” Mike whines, turning to bury his face in Harvey's shoulder. With a smile, Harvey shifts his grip to cradle the back of Mike's head, scratching through his short hair. He loops his other arm loosely around Mike's waist.
“I really liked the one about tying you up with my neckties,” he comments, glancing down to gauge Mike's reaction. He isn't disappointed to see his face flush with color as he clenches his eyes shut in embarrassment. “It got me thinking. Maybe you could tie me up with your neckties,” Harvey ponders, amused to feel Mike stiffen in shock. “Would you like that?” He asks, leaning back to give Mike space to reply. “You could tie me up and take your time with me. Ride me for hours and hours, going as slow as you please.”
Harvey had meant to maintain composure, but the thought of Mike on top of him, gloriously tight, all milky skin flushed with blissed out desire, head tossed back as he rolls his hips with every thrust. He closes his eyes for just a moment, and takes a deep breath. He opens them to find Mike staring at him, pupils blown black and his face pink. “I...”
“Speak up, babe.” Harvey teases him.
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“You also mentioned wanting me to suck your dick,” he points out and Mike groans in humiliation. “Which I'm definitely open to, by the way.”
“Of course you are,” Mike snarks, once again hiding his face in Harvey's shoulder. Harvey laughs, not unkindly, and resumes running his fingers through Mike's hair. “It's just,” Mike continues to mumble, “when I woke up, I could barely remember what I said last night. And now you're here. And you want me.” His voice cracks in desperation, and Harvey's face softens. “Which is really, really great. Because I want you. Fuck, I've wanted you for a long time.”
“How long?” Harvey asks casually.
“Since the interview?” He's hesitant. “I remember thinking, even if I don't get this job, maybe I can at least get a quick fuck out of it.” That laugh that follows is bitter and it makes Harvey still in his calming caresses. “But, fuck. Now. Things have changed. Now I want you for real. For longer than just the hours that we spend rolling around in one of our beds.”
“Just our beds?” Harvey asks in an attempt to distract Mike. “Because I have some excellent ideas involving my desk.”
“Your office has glass walls,” Mike reminds him with furrowed eyebrows.
“I know,” Harvey says with a devilish smile, immensely enjoying the sudden flare of red across the bridge of Mike's nose. “But, in all seriousness, you know me. I don't do monogamy well.” He tightens his hold on Mike to keep him from bolting. “I said I don't do it well, not that I'm unwilling to try.”
“So, you're willing to try?” Mike says carefully in a wounded voice. “That's it?” He pushes against Harvey's chest to escape, and Harvey lets him. “After. After humiliating myself on the phone last night, I'm supposed to be content with knowing that you're going to try to be faithful to me?” Mike stalks out of the kitchen and starts pacing. “Harvey, you know I'm pretty fucked up. Last night was evidence enough of that. I need - ”
“Someone to take care of you.” And Harvey is right behind him when did Harvey get there he's so goddamn quiet. Mike opens his mouth to complain, protest, babble unintelligibly some more, but when he does, Harvey is sort of in the way. Harvey brushes his lips over Mike's, gently, carefully, barely there, and he whispers, “I want to take care of you,” into Mike's mouth and yeah. That's something Mike can handle.
“That's something I can handle,” Mike murmurs, breathing in the same air as Harvey, and he feels a little light headed. Harvey smiles, a slight upward quirk on the left side of his lips and he dips his head to press his mouth against Mike's. It's wet and Mike tastes like mint and Harvey tastes like coffee and after a few seconds they both taste like each other.
Harvey drags both of his hands up Mike's body to cradle his head. His fingers card through his short, damp hair as he licks his way into his mouth. Mike cuddles close, as close as he can, fisting one hand in the fabric of Harvey's suit jacket and curling the other around his shoulder. They separate for air and Mike breathes heavily around his smile. He relaxes his hold to wrap both arms loosely around Harvey's waist.
“You okay?” Harvey asks, licking his swollen lips, and Mike nods wordlessly. “Excellent,” he purrs, sliding his hands down to grip Mike's shoulders. He walks them backwards, until Mike bumps gently into the wall. “Still okay?” Mike nods again and bites down on his lower lip, looking up at Harvey through his eyelashes. “Still excellent then,” Harvey murmurs and winds his fingers through the belt loops of Mike's faded jeans. He yanks Mike's hips up against his and slants their mouths together.
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“No,” Mike murmurs, standing up on the tips of his bare toes to press a kiss to Harvey's cheek. “This is basically perfect.” He lets his head fall back and blinks to clear away some of the haze from his eyes. “Are you okay with this?” Mike asks awkwardly, reaching up hesitantly to brush back a piece of hair from Harvey's forehead.
“Yes,” Harvey smiles, and lowers his head to nuzzle at the column of Mike's throat. “I'm very much okay with this.” He inhales deep the clean, fresh scent of Mike's skin, wishing fervently that he could wrap himself up in the smell. “You're delicious,” he observes, licking a quick stripe of his neck to behind his ear. Mike chokes, clutching at Harvey's shoulders to steady himself.
“Don't say shit like that,” he stammers, breathing heavily through his mouth. “It's...” He trails off into a moan as Harvey finds a particularly inspiring spot under his jaw and threads his fingers through Harvey's hair.
“If you say inappropriate,” Harvey growls and lets the threat hang in silence, opting instead to lave a path of open mouthed kisses down Mike's neck. He hums appreciatively at the broken sighs and purrs he's drawing out and deliberately scrapes his teeth on Mike's collarbone. That, now, causes a particularly fascinating reaction. Mike sucks in a choked breath and jerks his hips up against Harvey's, desperately trying to drag him closer.
With a hiss, Harvey pulls back. He swoops in to drop one last kiss on Mike's slightly parted lips, before smiling shakily. “If we don't stop,” he pauses, a little thrown by how hoarse he sounds. “If we don't stop,” he tries again, “then I don't think we'll make it to the lunch meeting. Or out of your apartment at all today.” Tilting his head to the left, he takes in Mike - with his shirt collar stretched to one side, revealing a mess of bite marks around his clavicle; with his hooded, glassy eyes; with his flushed, open mouth and plump, lower lip. “Fuck, but you are a temptation,” Harvey chuckles, leaning forward to rest his head on Mike's shoulder.
Mike reaches up with a shaking hand to clasp at the back of Harvey's neck. “That's okay,” he rasps, and Harvey can feel the vibrations of his voice through his chest. “You're pretty tempting too.” Harvey laughs and wraps his arms around Mike's waist, making it a proper hug.
“Well, I think we proved at least one thing today,” he comments idly. Mike makes a questioning humming sound in the back of his throat. “Your dreams are right - we certainly are sexy together.”
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Please excuse me while I take a moment to pick myself up off the floor.
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Would you like some help? *offers hand* I'm glad you like it. This was really fun to write, haha. :]
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And then ohhhh, I have such a squishy fluffy soft spot for adorable men who need taking care of, AND YOU HIT IT. And I'm probably completely in the minority here, but I love that you stopped it BEFORE actual sex occurred. Porn is almost never as perfect as you think it's going to be, but the knowledge that porn eventually occurs can never not be AWESOME.
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So, mostly, I'm sitting here, giggling to myself going: "someone thinks I'm smart! On the internet! Take that Mom and Dad!" And giggling some more. Seriously, though, thank you so much. This was a lot of fun to write and I can't even begin to articulate how much it means to me that you like it.
I mean, it's really awesome and super cool to have people tell you how hot your writing is (come on, it's the coolest thing in the world!), but it's also really, really nice to know exactly what a person likes in your writing. It feels so great just to know that I did something right. So, thank you very, very much for your comment. It made my day. :]
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So many people on the floor! *helps you up* Thank you so much! You're making me blush. :D I'm glad you enjoyed it - this was a lot of fun to write. Thanks for reading.
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hot damn. here, have another: ♥ you rock, author!anon.
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*cuddles hearts to chest* I welcome your keysmash. :D Thank you so much for reading - and for your super awesome compliments. You all have me giggling and rolling around in gleeeee.
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Thank you! I'm glad you enjoyed it. I will try to make my fics as clean-smelling and good-tasting as possible. Haha, thanks again. :]
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This was ah-mazing.
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Feel free! There's some awesome soap that Mike left behind in there - so go on ahead and use it. :] Thanks for reading - I'm glad you liked it!
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