Re: In My Tent, Harvey/Mike, Forced Proximitybballgirl3022October 22 2011, 21:52:03 UTC
Harvey is a tease as it turns out. He takes his time learning Mike’s cock in a way similar to how Mike memorizes obscure laws. A harsh tug follows barely there touches to the sensitive spot under the head. A thumb runs along the vein pulsing before a second slips down to tease between his thighs.
Somewhere between Harvey’s rolling hips and his wandering hand Mike’s mind short-circuits. Everything becomes hazy as the waves of pleasure start cresting closer and closer together. There’s no respite as they crash over and around him until Mike lets go and let’s himself drown in the pleasure. Harvey will save him. Mike knows he will.
Just as soon as Harvey drags himself to the surface, he groans somewhat pitifully. Mike would find it undignified if he cared about anything other than catching his breath and swallowing Harvey’s soul through his mouth.
This form of resuscitation isn’t really helping pull breath into his lungs, but it feels wonderful to taste the sweet temptation that Harvey Spector has proven to be since the day they meet.
It’s good to know Harvey has fallen too. Maybe they can both drag each other out into the light through many repeat performances.
“Please tell me you have spare pants,” Harvey mumbles around Mike’s insistent mouth.
“Why Harvey. Trying to get into my pants again so soon?” Harvey grumbles something incoherent. And Mike is reassured that their working relationship won’t be harmed by this turn of events.
Somewhere between Harvey’s rolling hips and his wandering hand Mike’s mind short-circuits. Everything becomes hazy as the waves of pleasure start cresting closer and closer together. There’s no respite as they crash over and around him until Mike lets go and let’s himself drown in the pleasure. Harvey will save him. Mike knows he will.
Just as soon as Harvey drags himself to the surface, he groans somewhat pitifully. Mike would find it undignified if he cared about anything other than catching his breath and swallowing Harvey’s soul through his mouth.
This form of resuscitation isn’t really helping pull breath into his lungs, but it feels wonderful to taste the sweet temptation that Harvey Spector has proven to be since
the day they meet.
It’s good to know Harvey has fallen too. Maybe they can both drag each other out into the light through many repeat performances.
“Please tell me you have spare pants,” Harvey mumbles around Mike’s insistent mouth.
“Why Harvey. Trying to get into my pants again so soon?” Harvey grumbles something incoherent. And Mike is reassured that their working relationship won’t be harmed by this turn of events.
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mother fuck. holy hotness bballgirl.
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That was both for the fill (HOT LAWYER SEX IN A TENT FTW \o/) and for my shame in not responding when this was first posted.
Thank you from the bottom of my stupid, slow-commenting, slashporn-loving heart. *hug*
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