Fall Into Me - Part 5
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It must have been the weather but suddenly it seemed like all of their clients were trying to fire their upper management and it was up to Harvey to find the best way to do it, write up the best agreement and then get the person who'd just lost their job to agree to it. Mostly it hadn't been too hard but Peter Bale from Elmerich Inc had a contract that really seemed ironclad and Harvey had given the document to Mike that morning to see what he'd come up with.
But now Harvey was at Mike's desk and it was missing a very important detail. Mike.
Leaning over he grabbed Mike's phone off the hook and dialed Donna. "Where has he got to now?"
"Louis has been rounding up all the associates this morning he's got them going through briefs." She told him, and from what she'd seen Louis planned on keeping them there all day and well into the night. "You planning on springing the kid? Otherwise you should be sure to make sure they all get a lunch break at some point." She told him.
Donna's information proved to be accurate as it always was, Mike had been taken hostage, along with any other available associates, and had been put to work going through what felt like endless files for one tiny piece of information. And it hadn't mattered that he'd had work for Harvey, Louis never seemed to care - and so Mike found himself, for not the first time searching for information all the while keenly aware of the work he still had to do for Harvey.
"Thanks, Donna," Harvey said, putting down the phone and considering his options. He was trying to be as subtle as possible about what was going on between him and Mike and going in there and yanking him out was going to draw attention to them. But sending everyone to lunch was going to get him Louis jumping down his throat.
Grabbing the contract off Mike's desk he walked through the office until he spotted the most miserable people he'd ever seen and knew he'd found Louis' torture chamber. Looking over the group Harvey cleared his throat. "Right, this half of you, take fifteen minutes, get food and coffee, then when you get back, the other side go. Don't stop, don't talk to anyone, just go," Harvey commanded and they associates looked at him blankly and when he raised his eyebrows they started to scatter. "More than fifteen minutes and I'll fire you myself."
He'd chosen the side of the room Mike wasn't on to go to lunch first and he crossed the room, putting the contract down on top of the brief he was reading. "Give me good news on this and if you tell me you haven't looked at it yet I'm going to have to put my angry face on."
There were times that even Mike, despite his love of reading had enough of it, when words started to blur and fade into one another on the page and he was sure that even with his memory he wasn't going to be able to recall what it was he'd read, even if he was highlighting and annotating as he went. This was one part of working for a law firm that Mike hadn't actually considered before, the difference between book knowledge and real world knowledge making itself known once again.
He'd almost breathed a sigh of relief when Harvey's all too familiar voice broke the silence which had previously only been filled by the sounds of highlighters and pens scratching over paper. But he knew better.
He kept on reading while Harvey made his announcements, finding himself in the group that was to remain with Harvey standing over him with the contract had been working on before Louis had commandeered his time for the afternoon. "I've looked at it," Mike started, because a little good news was the best he could offer at this point. "I haven't finished it yet." He admitted which meant he hadn't had time to find the solution Harvey needed.
"Damn it, Mike," Harvey sighed, rolling up the contract in both hands. "Go to my office, read this until you can tell me what I need. I'm going to need to have a word with Louis," he said, dropping the papers back on Mike's desk before turning on his heel and leaving the associates to figure out their own breaks now he'd given them permission.
Hands in his pockets he had to keep calm as he headed towards Louis office, knowing that he couldn't lose his cool just because someone else was telling his Mike what to do.
"Louis, why are you terrorizing the associates today? Your wife have a migraine last night?" Harvey asked as he leaned up against the door frame.
"Wait, don't tell me - it's funny because I'm not married." Louis replied when Harvey came into his office, looking up from the numbers he'd been running. "It's my job to deal with the associates, Harvey. And to make use of them when necessary. I'm sure you've heard about the Forster case, it's all hands on deck - and that includes the associates." Louis might have enjoyed giving the associates a hard time, but he usually did have actual reasons when he pulled them away from their other work. Usually.
"You're catching on," Harvey said, trying hard not to roll his eyes. "I know it's your job, Louis, you never let anyone forget it. But Mike is working on something and I don't have time to lose him to any case, even the Forster one," he said.
"I also sent them on a fifteen minute break; I could hear their stomachs growling from my office." Harvey said as he slid his hands into his pockets.
Louis laughed, short and not at all amused, "That's funny because I feel like you seem to have more trouble remembering that than anyone else despite my numerous reminders. Jessica agrees with me the associates are needed on this case." He told Harvey lifting his shoulder unconcerned about whatever it was Harvey had Mike working on.
Sometimes, actually no, most of the time, Harvey wished he could lock Louis in his office and prevent him ever having contact with anyone; he was just a special kind of unpleasant. "It might be because I don't listen to your reminders, Louis," Harvey said.
"If you were more concerned with getting Mike back, I'm assume you'd have worked on getting them to work faster rather than sending them out for lunch so you could have him back that much sooner." Louis told Harvey. "The Forster case is the firm's biggest priority right now, and everyone is making sacrifices to get the work done."
"I'm not actually asking, I've already sent him back to focus on what I need him to do. If you want to go tell Jessica that you can't spare one associate for one afternoon when we have a meeting with Elmerich at eight am tomorrow morning, that's fine. Let her know I'm in my office," Harvey said with a little smile that was far from amused.
"You know I will." Louis nodded, because if Louis lived for nothing else it was making life difficult for Harvey. "I'm sure she'll love to hear that you're undermining me with the associates again."
"And does she also believe that denying people food and bathroom breaks is the best way to get work done? I'm sure she'll love hearing that you're single handedly turning Pearson Hardman into the sweatshop of law firms."
"Why is it that everyone else around here can be a team player except for you, Harvey? You've always been perfectly capable of getting the work done before now - one has to wonder just what it is about you or Mike Ross that has suddenly rendered you unable to complete a task that even an associate can manage."
Harvey was good at keeping it cool, even when he felt anything but cool on the inside, but Louis really did drive him insane. "I do play for a team. The Harvey Specter Team, the thing about my team? We always win." Harvey said with a dark chuckle. "It's got a lot to do with being a Senior Partner, which I know you don't understand, but hey, you're still young and you've got lots of time to figure it out. I don't want to settle with this guy if I don't have to, to please the client and I need Ross as a second set of eyes."
Louis just glared at Harvey, the man was utterly impossible, a fact that was unlikely to change thanks to his promotion. Because anything he said was going to make this conversation veer off even more into the realm of elementary school taunting than even he was comfortable with.
He waved Harvey off and went back to his own work.
Mike on the other hand landed himself in Harvey's office, sitting on his couch and reading as fast as he could through the contract trying to find what Harvey needed. It was times like these, when things were particularly tense at the office, that Mike just wanted to get on his knees. He wanted to find that safe place again, and yet he couldn't. They didn't do that here and Mike could find what Harvey wanted, he knew he could it was just a matter of getting his head in the right place for it.
Harvey was more than happy to leave Louis behind in his office with no more arguing. So he smiled, tipped his imaginary hat and headed back to his office. He paused at Donna's desk to see what his schedule looked like for the rest of the day before he joined Mike in his office.
"Taking the time for breathing is against Louis policy, not mine," Harvey said, arching his eyebrows as he slid behind his desk. He found it was easier to keep lots of space between them and also never to loom over Mike but keep them on the same level. That didn't make it any easier.
But he could focus on his computer not Mike, so it was good to have something between them, like the whole room the screen and his desk.
Sighing when Harvey sat down, Mike sat back. "Breathing is overrated." He nearly snapped taking a deep breath all the same, and pressing his hands to either side of his face for a moment and pushing his fingers into his hair, and then making an attempt at smoothing it out again. He hated the way things got tense when Louis decided he needed to remind them that he was the one who was supposed to oversee the associates. Like he was making some claim on Mike that he didn't really have.
"Sorry, sorry." He said shaking his head, taking his frustrations out on Harvey was not a smart move and Mike knew it. It was the sort of thing he might say to Louis, but never to Harvey. "Louis just -" Mike stopped and tried to get his head straight. "I'm going to go back to reading." He sighed, looking back at the contract again.
Harvey didn't like his tone, really, really didn't like it. But right now there was nothing he could or should do about it. So he let it go, turning his chair so he had his back to the boy. If he growled at him it would just make it worse.
"Don't apologize," Harvey said quickly, knowing Donna was probably listening, she usually was. "Did Louis give you the pony talk again? Because I swear I'll-" but he cut himself off, that wasn't going to do them any good and it was just going to rile him up further.
Nothing felt worse than watching Mike answering to someone else, obeying someone else. Because he couldn't help feel replaceable, which was actually one of the most horrible feelings in the world, which was why he tried to avoid these pesky emotions as much as possible.
Mike shook his head, cautioning a glance at Harvey just to see the back of his chair. "No, no pony talk this time. Just the usual reminder that he is in charge of the associates, that he's my boss too and he could fire me whenever he likes." And that he needed to do what Louis told him as well. One day maybe Mike would find a way to deal with Louis to remind the man that he worked for Harvey, there were responsibilities there that he had to take care of first before he could take on more work.
Today was not that day, however.
"It's fine, I'm fine." He said more for himself than anything else, because he needed to be fine and not cross that line that was right there in front of him. Later perhaps. He licked his lips and nodded going back to reading, going over the same pages again and again looking for that bit of information they needed.
Harvey said nothing. It didn't sound fine and it didn't feel fine, but he'd deal with it. It wasn't optional not to. He knew their relationship was both unconventional and unprofessional and would probably cost Harvey his job, but it wasn't like they could just stop, he doubted either was capable of turning it off.
Instead he just let Mike read and watched the skyline, plotting ways to keep Louis away from what was his. He didn't come up with anything and instead did whatever he could to keep his focus off Mike and the desire he had to both calm him and get him back in line.
He was quiet while he read; fiddling with a highlighter tapping it on his knee, and biting the cap occasionally, until he found what he was looking for. "Okay, okay, okay." Mike said slowly, "This does it I think, in the bylaws there's a clause it should be enough to do what you're after." He told Harvey, bringing the contract to Harvey to show him what he'd found.
Taking the contract he looked over the part Mike had indicated, taking a minute to catch up with wonder boy's brain. "You're right, not that I'm surprised," Harvey said simply, his palms itching with the need to reach out and touch the boy, tell him how well he'd done.
Mike breathed out slow and easy when Harvey said he was right, it wasn't a good boy and it wasn't Harvey's reassuring touch, but Mike could take it for what it was - as much as he could have there in the office with far too many glass walls to provide them with even the smallest bit of privacy.
There were some times when Mike couldn't actually recall how long he and Harvey had been doing this, oh he knew, his brain made it hard to forget but in certain moments it just felt so right and good that Mike had a hard time recalling his life before Harvey. It was like everything had suddenly come into focus, and why would he spend his time remembering a blurred life?
And of course there were other times when Mike could so easily recall the exact and precise length of time down to the very minute it felt like. That was how aware he was that it had been weeks, but no weeks wasn't really the right way to put that. No it had been months, that's how many weeks there had been, enough to make months, since they had started and Harvey was still going slow with him, treating him like he was breakable and Mike couldn't seem to help the way he sometimes felt lacking because of this. Like Harvey wasn't pushing him because he was inexperienced, because Harvey worried about him for some reason, and it made Mike endlessly frustrated.
It didn't change that desire he had to be good for Harvey though, Mike doubted there was ever going to be anything that could change that, there were just those moments of frustration that he didn't always know how to deal with.
Now that things were more comfortable between them Harvey tended to prefer Mike come to his place, there was much more room, he didn't have to worry about thin walls and well, it was nicer. He'd hoped that Mike would become comfortable being here and seeing as Mike seemed to make himself at home in Harvey's office and just touch everything, he wasn't too worried.
It had been a long week, with a lot of big cases keeping them distracted and without almost any time together out of the office, so what felt like no real time together at all. So the moment Mike was in the front door Harvey had him pressed back against it, lips rough against his and aiming to kiss until the frustration he'd been feeling from having to keep so much space between them was gone.
Times like this, with Harvey plastered against him the moment he'd stepped inside, kissing him until Mike couldn't even remember his own name - these were the times when Mike couldn't seem to recall how long they had been doing this, and it didn't matter. Nothing else mattered but Harvey's hands and lips on him.
He hummed against Harvey's lips, opening his mouth letting Harvey have whatever he wanted.
"Harvey." Just a few minutes of kissing and all ready he wanted so much, a reminder of how long it had been, making him into a teenager all over again, it was hardly fair, but that didn't make him want it any less.
He loved hearing his name on Mike's lips, tinged with lust and adoration and the respect Harvey had been teaching him, it sounded perfect. With a normal relationship he was quick to fall into sex, as fast as he could get it, because that was the prize. But this was so different and they weren't there yet, Harvey was still taking it at his pace and enjoying every second of what evolved between them.
Harvey had never understood how Troy could worship Lila when it was her that served him, but now he had Mike and he absolutely understood that feeling, right down to his core.
Sure he'd had Mike naked by now, but only to strip away all the barriers, not because he'd taken advantage of that particular pleasure yet. Elle had been teasing him for weeks over what she considered obvious erection problems seeing as they weren't fucking like rabbits but Harvey was quick to laugh it off. There was really no need to think Mike could possibly be worried about that though, seeing as he seemed to spend pretty much every moment they were together hard as hell, like now and he had no qualms about pressing himself right up against his boy as he kissed him senseless.
It was endlessly confusing for Mike though, as confusing as it was frustrating to feel how he affected Harvey. He could feel how hard Harvey was, but they never did anything more than this, and Mike couldn't help the way he ached for more than this.
"Harvey, please." Mike tipped his hips up, pressing toward Harvey even as Harvey kept him flush against the door. He wanted so much, wanted to please Harvey like this too, but he couldn't when Harvey wouldn't let him - kept him at a distance. Mike hooked his fingers in the waist of Harvey's pants, kept them close, working his fingers between them. "Let me, Harvey, please."
Harvey chuckled softly at Mike's little plea, it certainly wasn't a crime to beg and he had to admit he loved hearing it. But he took hold of Mike's wrists, pulling them away from where they seemed to be trying to get between them so he could pin his arms over his head. "You'd be beautiful on your knees, sucking my cock," he whispered softly, nipping at the side of Mike's neck. "And you will be, when we're ready."
He had other plans for the night and while getting Mike spread out on the bed was one of them, coming certainly wasn't.
"I'm ready," Mike arched, the long line of his body from where his arms were pinned above his head all the way down to his toes, pressing against Harvey. "Harvey, I'm ready - let me, please, let me." Mike was flushed, leaning toward Harvey as much as he could in his current position.
He wanted too much, and the longer he was denied the harder it was for him to keep that frustration inside.
"You don't have to keep waiting; I'm not going to break." The frustration working its way out of him, making what should have been a plea harder. "Let me show you, Harvey please. I want-" Mike dropped his head back against the door. "What are you waiting for?"
The pleading was fine, Harvey liked hearing it and it made it obvious that all of their play sessions were having the desired effect but then Mike got demanding and Harvey pulled back slowly, his grip tightening on his boy's wrists.
"Pardon me?" He said, his voice low and dangerous, one he hadn't had to use on Mike yet. Because usually he was needy and perfectly submissive, but this was new. "Did you just ask me what I'm waiting for and question me?" Harvey asked, keeping Mike's wrists firmly held in one hand while the other dropped down to wrap loosely around his boy's throat.
"This little display? This is why we're waiting. Because you have no idea how to behave and you don't deserve my cock, boy," his voice hard and his hand tightening around Mike's neck just a little bit.
Mike felt the mood shift immediately, in the way Harvey pulled away from him, the tightening of his hands all before that tone of voice that let Mike know that he'd crossed a line.
Pressing his lips together, swallowed slowly, before he even thought about opening his mouth again, not until he could be sure that he wasn't going to say something immediately stupid, he couldn't promise nothing stupid but he'd try.
"I'm sorry - Harvey, I'm sorry. You just, you make me crazy." Mike said slowly. "I just," he paused licking his lips. "I can't think when we're like this and I just want to give you everything and you won't let me. I know I'm still new at this, but I can do it. I can if you'd let me."
Harvey's brow creased as he ran his thumb over Mike's wet bottom lip. His hands dropped from his body, turning and walking into the apartment. Sometimes Mike surprised him with the things he missed, when Harvey thought he'd made himself clear, Mike seemed to just totally miss the point and he was going to have to find a new way to try to make that information stick. "Come," he called over his shoulder, not wanting Mike to think he was being left behind.
Leaning back against the arm of the couch Harvey crossed his arms, clearly still displeased but not as much as he had been.
Even when he knew how he'd messed up, Mike couldn't keep himself from leaning toward Harvey when he was touched, like all he needed was to be touched by Harvey.
He followed Harvey when he was called. Mike dropped to his knees after Harvey sat down, needing the familiarity of the act after seeing the set of Harvey's shoulders, the way his arms were crossed. This wasn't something that was just going to be forgotten, or moved past, but he'd have to wait for whatever it was that Harvey had in store for him. The way he normally did, but hadn't been able to once tonight.
Mike knelt down without having to be asked and that redeemed him, a little bit, in Harvey's eyes. "Take your shirt off," he said quietly, which was normal request but his voice was still lacking a lot of its usual warmth.
"I know you can do it, of course you can. I bet you're excellent in bed and I bet you give delicious head, Mike. I'm so confident in that I haven't even considered it would be otherwise." Harvey said, resting his toes over the front of Mike's pants, pressing down making the boy whimper softly. "Of course you can, I know you can. But this is what I want, slow. I want you to be perfect before we get there and the fact that you're trying to demand anything from me shows how far you have to go." Harvey said, speaking low and clearly.
"I know you're wanting and so am I, but that's the way I like it, that's what's pleasing me at the moment and isn't that what you're for? Pleasing me?" Harvey asked, a little more gently this time, reaching out to softly stroke Mike's cheek.
While Harvey spoke, Mike started to see what he had missed, where he'd seen only Harvey holding back with him, when he should have seen Harvey making sure Mike was the way he wanted him first.
He nodded, closing his eyes and pressing into Harvey's hand on his cheek just briefly. "That's all I want, Harvey." He told him. "I just want to please you," It should have felt ridiculous he thought, to feel that so strongly, that it wasn't about the sex or anything else, he wanted to be able to please Harvey, and he'd felt how hard Harvey was, he'd thought it was what Harvey wanted, something Mike could give to him.
"You do please me, Mike. You please me every day. I don't need to come to enjoy you, it will be ridiculously fucking hot and I think about it all the time, but I'm doing it this way because this is what I want, because this is what's best and you need to trust that I do everything for a reason." Harvey said, having to remind himself that Mike was still learning trust and boundaries and that mistakes were to be expected.
"Take your shirt off, boy, and I won't ask you again," he said, his voice firm as he looked down into Mike's eyes.
Mike felt a bit like he was starting over again, like he didn't know exactly what he was doing, despite the number of times he'd been on his knees for Harvey or how often he'd been told to take off his clothes. "Yes, Sir." Mike nodded, realizing how caught up in all of this he had been letting himself get, focusing on this one mistake that he was making more. He pulled his shirt up over his head and dropped it beside him.
He tried not to let himself think about what he'd already done, instead just let himself focus on this moment, rather than trying so hard to guess what Harvey wanted he just waited for what it was he wanted.
"There we go, that's my boy," Harvey said gently, wanting to reassure him, calm him down, and get him back where he needed to be. Mike was sexy all the time, but Harvey really noticed it in moments like this, he couldn't do anything else. Smoothing his hands over Mike's shoulders he tipped his head back, his lips curled in a little smirk as he looked down at him.
"You need to learn control and I've been too lenient with you, you're lucky I don't send you to Troy for a real lesson, in fact you should thank me for keeping you to myself," Harvey said, holding Mike's head tipped right back with a firm hand in his hair. "From now on, you're not to come, at all. Not in the shower, not in your own bed, not here in my bathroom. Not at all. You will learn to control yourself, Mike. If you thought you were desperate before, it was nothing," Harvey said with a smile, loving the idea of dictating just what Mike could and couldn't do, even in the privacy of his own home.
"Thank you for keeping me to yourself." Mike said quickly and easily, despite the fact that Harvey probably wasn't actually angling for that, because that was something he most certainly he was thankful for, whether or not Harvey would have ever actually suggested it. It was one thing to joke about orgies with Lila, Troy and the rest of them, but it was only ever joking.
Mike exhaled in a rush when Harvey laid down this new rule. "Harvey-" Mike started and stopped himself, he could control himself if that was what Harvey wanted from him. He nodded or as much as he could with Harvey's hand still tight in his hair, trying to keep his voice even. "Yes, Sir."
It wasn't uncommon for a Dom to train a sub that wasn't their own, but just because it was acceptable, didn't mean that Harvey would ever share. "You have no idea how lucky you are that I'm a jealous, selfish bastard," Harvey said, bobbing down in front of Mike so they were meeting eye to eye. "That I wouldn't ever trade you or play with you in front of a whole lot of eager eyes, you should feel lucky that I want you all for me, Mike." Harvey told him, leaning in to place a gentle kiss in the corner of his mouth.
Mike knew very well how lucky he was, in so many ways but particularly with Harvey. That Harvey was possessive and jealous was part of what made Mike so irresistibly drawn to Harvey. Even now with Harvey's new rule Mike knew he was lucky.
Harvey had no idea what he would have done if Mike had argued the new rule, but lucky he didn't have to try to think of anything. "Good boy," he said softly, gazing into those beautiful blue eyes.
Slowly standing up he didn't feel like he'd quite got his point across, not just yet. "Stand," he commanded, tugging softly at Mike's hair. "You've got two choices. One, I take you over my lap and spank your lovey ass with my hand forty times, or two, I use a ruler, you're bent over the couch, but it's only ten times." Harvey said, already slowly rolling up the sleeves of his shirt.
He got to his feet at Harvey's word, and then considered the options he had. On the one hand the first meant Harvey's hands on him, and on the other hand the second was shorter. Honestly Mike wasn't sure what the better option was, and watching Harvey roll his sleeves up made it even harder for Mike to think about it rationally.
"I, I don't -" Mike licked his lips. "First, the first one." It was probably stupid, but Mike wanted Harvey's hands on him and if he was meant to be learning self-control then this would be a very good time to practice it.
It was clear by the look on Harvey's face that Mike had made the right choice, he was proud and it showed. "Even when you've been bad, you're always so good for me, kid," Harvey said, rewarding Mike's choice by undoing his jeans for him and even going to for as to help him get totally out of them and his underwear.
Sitting back in the center of the couch he looked at Mike and then at his lap expectantly. But it was obvious how having Mike naked made his cheeks heat up just a little bit and he was licking his lips because of the gorgeous view.
"If you do well and you're nice and quiet? I'll let you take my shirt off for the first time," Harvey said. As much as he'd seen Mike naked plenty of times by now, he'd never even let the boy see or touch his bare chest so Harvey thought that was a rather good reward.
Mike was never going to survive this, Harvey's hands on him and the idea that he might have the opportunity to take Harvey's shirt off as well - he nodded. "Yes, Sir." It seemed the safest thing to say at that point, when Mike felt so tightly wound.
He laid himself across Harvey's lap at the expectant look Harvey gave him, not needing to be told what he should do in this case. Even with his clothes on Mike could feel the warmth of Harvey's body beneath his, how close they were despite Harvey's insistence on going slowly, to make sure Mike was where he wanted him before they continued to move forward. There was a delicate balance there for Mike, between the things his body craved when he was with Harvey to that much deeper need to be what Harvey would have him become. Mike felt like he was always on that line, Harvey was right, he needed more self-control.
It was almost too much having Mike across his lap and he realized this was going to be a challenge for his own sense of self-control as well, they both needed this. Harvey allowed himself a moment to stroke of the smooth planes of Mike's back, then over the most perfect ass he'd ever seen. He tried not to linger too long, stroking his legs, strong from that damn bike he insisted on riding everywhere.
Harvey brought his hand down firmly on the curve of Mike's ass, the slap ringing out loudly in the silent room. Each was as strong as the last and he spanked him five times before pausing, stroking over the heated skin lovingly, then back over his back and his legs.
The feeling of Harvey's hand on his skin, slow and steady, made it hard for Mike to remember how pressing for more hadn't ended well for him earlier. He couldn't remember ever feeling for anyone what he felt for Harvey and it was all just a swirling mess of emotion laced with lust and desire and need, making that self-control thing he should be working on that much harder.
Of course it was easier to sort things out when Harvey started to spank him, the first startling him pulling a shocked sound from his mouth before he pressed his lips together again. But then it all came pressing back in on him again feeling how Harvey's hand was warmer then, as was his own skin.
Mike closed his eyes, and laid his head down, trying his best to focus on Harvey's hand and nothing else.
Mike handled it much better than Harvey expected and he was so proud; there was no screeching, no moaning, apart from the initial shock. "Good boy," he whispered, before he was back at it, making sure every stroke was even and hard.
When he got to twenty he let Mike recover again, sliding the tip of one of his fingers down to circle his boy's entrance, the tense muscle, wanting to drive him out of his mind. One day he'd let himself have more of this, more of everything, but now he was just trying to push Mike higher.
"And I haven't even had to gag you, you're doing so good," he whispered, admiring the way Mike's ass was stained so beautifully red.
Mike's breathing was harsh, though he'd managed to keep himself quiet for the most part. It was getting harder though, he hadn't expected how much he'd actually like being spanked by Harvey. It hurt of course, it felt like something that would linger long after this was over as a reminder, but at the same time each hard strike of Harvey's hand twisted that thread of desire inside of him.
He couldn't help the whimpering moan he made at Harvey's wandering fingers though, despite the whispered words. Those pressing circling fingers made him arch his back and lift his hips and at the same time press his forehead against the couch, fingers clenching and releasing sporadically, Mike tried to tell himself it wouldn't help matters, wouldn't give him the release his body wanted, but his body didn't seem to be interested in listening.
"Jesus, Harvey - please." He bit off anything further that might have tried to come out, but Mike couldn't pretend he wasn't affected by Harvey, it would have been pointless, Harvey had to feel just how hard Mike was in that moment.
"Control, my boy, control, I know you can do it," he whispered lovingly, leaning down and sucking an angry looking purple bruise onto Mike's shoulder blade. He withdrew his finger, which was difficult because yes, he was tempted, how could he not be?
But that wasn't the point of the exercise. He finished off the final twenty strokes slowly, enjoying how it was starting to hurt his palm, making it easy to imagine how Mike was feeling. When he was done he stroked Mike's back softly, knowing this could bring out all kinds of emotions in him and that it was his job to be there for him now.
When it was over Mike was trembling, he could feel it - the thrum of his body while laid across Harvey's lap. He felt exhausted, like he'd run a marathon or biked across town trying not to be late again. How could something like this feel so completely and utterly draining? Mike didn't understand it, but it was just one of those facts that floated around past his mind because there were other more important things to consider in this moment.
He felt laid bare just feeling everything that had just happened to him, more so than simply a side effect of his state of dress (or lack thereof) but more in the way he didn't feel the need to pull in on himself. He didn't, couldn't, hide from Harvey like this. It was like floating and yet so much more intense than that had ever been before. It was arousal and pain and Harvey right there, all mixed together running over heightened senses and tugging Mike along with it, trying to make some sort of sense of it.
Mike turned his face toward Harvey, pressing in close, as much as he could in his current position, not sure there were words for this yet, he just needed to be close to Harvey, his Harvey.
He could tell by how Mike was shaking and trying to cuddle into his legs what was going on and Harvey smiled down at him. Slowly unbuttoning his shirt he slipped the material off and hung it over the arm of the couch.
Harvey gently turned Mike over, knowing his ass would be sore but it would be worth it once they were more comfortable. Gathering Mike up in his arms he looked down into his eyes, knowing his face was practically shining with pride. "Mike, you did so well, I am so proud of you and you are beautiful," Harvey whispered, stroking his hair back from his face.
"How are you feeling?" He asked, leaning in to press their lips together in a tender kiss.
Mike had pressed himself against Harvey as much as he could with this new change of position, and it was just so damn good, to have Harvey there with him, knowing that he'd done well for him. He leaned into the kiss Harvey gave him, just another way to be close before Harvey pulled away from him.
Some vague part of his mind was aware that Harvey had asked him something, and slowly he pulled the question back and tried to find the words that seemed to evade him. "Tired," He said first. "good, sore, comfortable, happy." There was a lot he was feeling apparently, and trying to find the words to describe all of it was harder than Mike had anticipated.
"It's good," Mike decided finally, something to sum it all up as best as he could for the moment.
It was the first time Harvey had gotten to feel Mike pressed against his bare chest, arms, stomach and he loved it, he was glad he'd torn away that barrier. Harvey turned so he could lay back, putting his feet up and making himself comfortable against the pillows.
"These are all normal and very good," Harvey assured him, smiling as he stroked his face. "You were amazing, you really were," he whispered, rolling over so he could have Mike pressed between his body and the couch. "Are you warm enough?" Harvey asked, having to remember everything he'd been taught about being a good Dom and not getting caught up in the moment himself.
Mike went easily letting Harvey put him where he wanted him, more than happy to go. Pinned against the back of the couch with Harvey at his front was certainly something he could stand to have more of.
"It's like, like there is so much." Mike tried to explain it to Harvey, "I don't have the right words for it, can you believe that?" Mike found that thought to be more than a little amusing at the moment, considering he had a great deal of the dictionary stored in his mind and yet with all of that knowledge he couldn't find the word. It made his shoulders shake with suppressed laughter.
Tucking his arms between them, Mike pressed close to Harvey, feeling like even with a layer of fabric removed from between them he still couldn't quite get as close as he really wanted. "M'okay," He said, softly, at least for the moment. "Later - later a blanket would be good, or you, you're very warm."
Watching Mike shake with laughter over not finding the right words to describe how he was feeling made Harvey smile, the giggles and the snuggling, was all perfectly normal and pretty adorable as well.
Harvey grabbed his shirt from above his head, draping it over Mike's exposed shoulder. "I'm not going anywhere," he said as he stretched out, hand coming to rest possessively on Mike's hip. "I had other plans for tonight you know, why doesn't it surprise me that with you nothing ever goes to plan?" Harvey said as he rolled his eyes.
He didn't think he'd ever been so hard, his cock pressed up almost painfully against the zip of his pants. But it had almost gone above arousal, into something else entirely and forcing himself to wait just made it all the sweeter. Mike's face looked like it was glowing and Harvey felt honored that he'd done that, made his boy feel so much. "You have no idea how many times I've wanted to do that," Harvey said with a smirk. "That you've really, really deserved that."
"I've deserved that before?" Mike asked slowly, looking up at Harvey, not entirely sure how to take that statement. Though he supposed he probably had, thinking of times at the office when he had snapped, Mike was sure there were times and yet this was the first.
"Yes, you really have," Harvey assured him, thinking back to the times he'd wanted to take Mike over his knee and teach him the control he so desperately needed. Because he was young and eager but he still had so far to go both as a sub and as a lawyer and Harvey wanted to help him get there.
He breathed out slowly and pressed his face against Harvey's chest, nuzzling in against his collar bone. He'd needed this, as much as he hated disappointing Harvey, being anything less than what Harvey wanted, Harvey was there to correct him, to remind him of what he should be doing and to help point him back in the right direction again. It was just one more reminder that they were both in this, it wasn't just something they were playing at while it was convenient for them, this was them both putting time and effort into this thing that they wanted. "Thank you."
Harvey smiled, letting Mike nuzzle up to him and have whatever he wanted now as he floated around in the afterglow of what had happened. "You're welcome, Mike." Harvey told him gently. "You're getting so good and you've come so far, I just want you to know how proud I am that you choose to belong to me," he said, carding his fingers through Mike's hair.
It was easy in that moment to just let the world condense again and be about them, nothing else. Harvey keeping Mike warm and safe while Mike showed him that maybe sometimes a few feelings weren't the worst thing that had ever happened.
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It must have been the weather but suddenly it seemed like all of their clients were trying to fire their upper management and it was up to Harvey to find the best way to do it, write up the best agreement and then get the person who'd just lost their job to agree to it. Mostly it hadn't been too hard but Peter Bale from Elmerich Inc had a contract that really seemed ironclad and Harvey had given the document to Mike that morning to see what he'd come up with.
But now Harvey was at Mike's desk and it was missing a very important detail. Mike.
Leaning over he grabbed Mike's phone off the hook and dialed Donna. "Where has he got to now?"
"Louis has been rounding up all the associates this morning he's got them going through briefs." She told him, and from what she'd seen Louis planned on keeping them there all day and well into the night. "You planning on springing the kid? Otherwise you should be sure to make sure they all get a lunch break at some point." She told him.
Donna's information proved to be accurate as it always was, Mike had been taken hostage, along with any other available associates, and had been put to work going through what felt like endless files for one tiny piece of information. And it hadn't mattered that he'd had work for Harvey, Louis never seemed to care - and so Mike found himself, for not the first time searching for information all the while keenly aware of the work he still had to do for Harvey.
"Thanks, Donna," Harvey said, putting down the phone and considering his options. He was trying to be as subtle as possible about what was going on between him and Mike and going in there and yanking him out was going to draw attention to them. But sending everyone to lunch was going to get him Louis jumping down his throat.
Grabbing the contract off Mike's desk he walked through the office until he spotted the most miserable people he'd ever seen and knew he'd found Louis' torture chamber. Looking over the group Harvey cleared his throat. "Right, this half of you, take fifteen minutes, get food and coffee, then when you get back, the other side go. Don't stop, don't talk to anyone, just go," Harvey commanded and they associates looked at him blankly and when he raised his eyebrows they started to scatter. "More than fifteen minutes and I'll fire you myself."
He'd chosen the side of the room Mike wasn't on to go to lunch first and he crossed the room, putting the contract down on top of the brief he was reading. "Give me good news on this and if you tell me you haven't looked at it yet I'm going to have to put my angry face on."
There were times that even Mike, despite his love of reading had enough of it, when words started to blur and fade into one another on the page and he was sure that even with his memory he wasn't going to be able to recall what it was he'd read, even if he was highlighting and annotating as he went. This was one part of working for a law firm that Mike hadn't actually considered before, the difference between book knowledge and real world knowledge making itself known once again.
He'd almost breathed a sigh of relief when Harvey's all too familiar voice broke the silence which had previously only been filled by the sounds of highlighters and pens scratching over paper. But he knew better.
He kept on reading while Harvey made his announcements, finding himself in the group that was to remain with Harvey standing over him with the contract had been working on before Louis had commandeered his time for the afternoon. "I've looked at it," Mike started, because a little good news was the best he could offer at this point. "I haven't finished it yet." He admitted which meant he hadn't had time to find the solution Harvey needed.
"Damn it, Mike," Harvey sighed, rolling up the contract in both hands. "Go to my office, read this until you can tell me what I need. I'm going to need to have a word with Louis," he said, dropping the papers back on Mike's desk before turning on his heel and leaving the associates to figure out their own breaks now he'd given them permission.
Hands in his pockets he had to keep calm as he headed towards Louis office, knowing that he couldn't lose his cool just because someone else was telling his Mike what to do.
"Louis, why are you terrorizing the associates today? Your wife have a migraine last night?" Harvey asked as he leaned up against the door frame.
"Wait, don't tell me - it's funny because I'm not married." Louis replied when Harvey came into his office, looking up from the numbers he'd been running. "It's my job to deal with the associates, Harvey. And to make use of them when necessary. I'm sure you've heard about the Forster case, it's all hands on deck - and that includes the associates." Louis might have enjoyed giving the associates a hard time, but he usually did have actual reasons when he pulled them away from their other work. Usually.
"You're catching on," Harvey said, trying hard not to roll his eyes. "I know it's your job, Louis, you never let anyone forget it. But Mike is working on something and I don't have time to lose him to any case, even the Forster one," he said.
"I also sent them on a fifteen minute break; I could hear their stomachs growling from my office." Harvey said as he slid his hands into his pockets.
Louis laughed, short and not at all amused, "That's funny because I feel like you seem to have more trouble remembering that than anyone else despite my numerous reminders. Jessica agrees with me the associates are needed on this case." He told Harvey lifting his shoulder unconcerned about whatever it was Harvey had Mike working on.
Sometimes, actually no, most of the time, Harvey wished he could lock Louis in his office and prevent him ever having contact with anyone; he was just a special kind of unpleasant. "It might be because I don't listen to your reminders, Louis," Harvey said.
"If you were more concerned with getting Mike back, I'm assume you'd have worked on getting them to work faster rather than sending them out for lunch so you could have him back that much sooner." Louis told Harvey. "The Forster case is the firm's biggest priority right now, and everyone is making sacrifices to get the work done."
"I'm not actually asking, I've already sent him back to focus on what I need him to do. If you want to go tell Jessica that you can't spare one associate for one afternoon when we have a meeting with Elmerich at eight am tomorrow morning, that's fine. Let her know I'm in my office," Harvey said with a little smile that was far from amused.
"You know I will." Louis nodded, because if Louis lived for nothing else it was making life difficult for Harvey. "I'm sure she'll love to hear that you're undermining me with the associates again."
"And does she also believe that denying people food and bathroom breaks is the best way to get work done? I'm sure she'll love hearing that you're single handedly turning Pearson Hardman into the sweatshop of law firms."
"Why is it that everyone else around here can be a team player except for you, Harvey? You've always been perfectly capable of getting the work done before now - one has to wonder just what it is about you or Mike Ross that has suddenly rendered you unable to complete a task that even an associate can manage."
Harvey was good at keeping it cool, even when he felt anything but cool on the inside, but Louis really did drive him insane. "I do play for a team. The Harvey Specter Team, the thing about my team? We always win." Harvey said with a dark chuckle. "It's got a lot to do with being a Senior Partner, which I know you don't understand, but hey, you're still young and you've got lots of time to figure it out. I don't want to settle with this guy if I don't have to, to please the client and I need Ross as a second set of eyes."
Louis just glared at Harvey, the man was utterly impossible, a fact that was unlikely to change thanks to his promotion. Because anything he said was going to make this conversation veer off even more into the realm of elementary school taunting than even he was comfortable with.
He waved Harvey off and went back to his own work.
Mike on the other hand landed himself in Harvey's office, sitting on his couch and reading as fast as he could through the contract trying to find what Harvey needed. It was times like these, when things were particularly tense at the office, that Mike just wanted to get on his knees. He wanted to find that safe place again, and yet he couldn't. They didn't do that here and Mike could find what Harvey wanted, he knew he could it was just a matter of getting his head in the right place for it.
Harvey was more than happy to leave Louis behind in his office with no more arguing. So he smiled, tipped his imaginary hat and headed back to his office. He paused at Donna's desk to see what his schedule looked like for the rest of the day before he joined Mike in his office.
"Taking the time for breathing is against Louis policy, not mine," Harvey said, arching his eyebrows as he slid behind his desk. He found it was easier to keep lots of space between them and also never to loom over Mike but keep them on the same level. That didn't make it any easier.
But he could focus on his computer not Mike, so it was good to have something between them, like the whole room the screen and his desk.
Sighing when Harvey sat down, Mike sat back. "Breathing is overrated." He nearly snapped taking a deep breath all the same, and pressing his hands to either side of his face for a moment and pushing his fingers into his hair, and then making an attempt at smoothing it out again. He hated the way things got tense when Louis decided he needed to remind them that he was the one who was supposed to oversee the associates. Like he was making some claim on Mike that he didn't really have.
"Sorry, sorry." He said shaking his head, taking his frustrations out on Harvey was not a smart move and Mike knew it. It was the sort of thing he might say to Louis, but never to Harvey. "Louis just -" Mike stopped and tried to get his head straight. "I'm going to go back to reading." He sighed, looking back at the contract again.
Harvey didn't like his tone, really, really didn't like it. But right now there was nothing he could or should do about it. So he let it go, turning his chair so he had his back to the boy. If he growled at him it would just make it worse.
"Don't apologize," Harvey said quickly, knowing Donna was probably listening, she usually was. "Did Louis give you the pony talk again? Because I swear I'll-" but he cut himself off, that wasn't going to do them any good and it was just going to rile him up further.
Nothing felt worse than watching Mike answering to someone else, obeying someone else. Because he couldn't help feel replaceable, which was actually one of the most horrible feelings in the world, which was why he tried to avoid these pesky emotions as much as possible.
Mike shook his head, cautioning a glance at Harvey just to see the back of his chair. "No, no pony talk this time. Just the usual reminder that he is in charge of the associates, that he's my boss too and he could fire me whenever he likes." And that he needed to do what Louis told him as well. One day maybe Mike would find a way to deal with Louis to remind the man that he worked for Harvey, there were responsibilities there that he had to take care of first before he could take on more work.
Today was not that day, however.
"It's fine, I'm fine." He said more for himself than anything else, because he needed to be fine and not cross that line that was right there in front of him. Later perhaps. He licked his lips and nodded going back to reading, going over the same pages again and again looking for that bit of information they needed.
Harvey said nothing. It didn't sound fine and it didn't feel fine, but he'd deal with it. It wasn't optional not to. He knew their relationship was both unconventional and unprofessional and would probably cost Harvey his job, but it wasn't like they could just stop, he doubted either was capable of turning it off.
Instead he just let Mike read and watched the skyline, plotting ways to keep Louis away from what was his. He didn't come up with anything and instead did whatever he could to keep his focus off Mike and the desire he had to both calm him and get him back in line.
He was quiet while he read; fiddling with a highlighter tapping it on his knee, and biting the cap occasionally, until he found what he was looking for. "Okay, okay, okay." Mike said slowly, "This does it I think, in the bylaws there's a clause it should be enough to do what you're after." He told Harvey, bringing the contract to Harvey to show him what he'd found.
Taking the contract he looked over the part Mike had indicated, taking a minute to catch up with wonder boy's brain. "You're right, not that I'm surprised," Harvey said simply, his palms itching with the need to reach out and touch the boy, tell him how well he'd done.
Mike breathed out slow and easy when Harvey said he was right, it wasn't a good boy and it wasn't Harvey's reassuring touch, but Mike could take it for what it was - as much as he could have there in the office with far too many glass walls to provide them with even the smallest bit of privacy.
There were some times when Mike couldn't actually recall how long he and Harvey had been doing this, oh he knew, his brain made it hard to forget but in certain moments it just felt so right and good that Mike had a hard time recalling his life before Harvey. It was like everything had suddenly come into focus, and why would he spend his time remembering a blurred life?
And of course there were other times when Mike could so easily recall the exact and precise length of time down to the very minute it felt like. That was how aware he was that it had been weeks, but no weeks wasn't really the right way to put that. No it had been months, that's how many weeks there had been, enough to make months, since they had started and Harvey was still going slow with him, treating him like he was breakable and Mike couldn't seem to help the way he sometimes felt lacking because of this. Like Harvey wasn't pushing him because he was inexperienced, because Harvey worried about him for some reason, and it made Mike endlessly frustrated.
It didn't change that desire he had to be good for Harvey though, Mike doubted there was ever going to be anything that could change that, there were just those moments of frustration that he didn't always know how to deal with.
Now that things were more comfortable between them Harvey tended to prefer Mike come to his place, there was much more room, he didn't have to worry about thin walls and well, it was nicer. He'd hoped that Mike would become comfortable being here and seeing as Mike seemed to make himself at home in Harvey's office and just touch everything, he wasn't too worried.
It had been a long week, with a lot of big cases keeping them distracted and without almost any time together out of the office, so what felt like no real time together at all. So the moment Mike was in the front door Harvey had him pressed back against it, lips rough against his and aiming to kiss until the frustration he'd been feeling from having to keep so much space between them was gone.
Times like this, with Harvey plastered against him the moment he'd stepped inside, kissing him until Mike couldn't even remember his own name - these were the times when Mike couldn't seem to recall how long they had been doing this, and it didn't matter. Nothing else mattered but Harvey's hands and lips on him.
He hummed against Harvey's lips, opening his mouth letting Harvey have whatever he wanted.
"Harvey." Just a few minutes of kissing and all ready he wanted so much, a reminder of how long it had been, making him into a teenager all over again, it was hardly fair, but that didn't make him want it any less.
He loved hearing his name on Mike's lips, tinged with lust and adoration and the respect Harvey had been teaching him, it sounded perfect. With a normal relationship he was quick to fall into sex, as fast as he could get it, because that was the prize. But this was so different and they weren't there yet, Harvey was still taking it at his pace and enjoying every second of what evolved between them.
Harvey had never understood how Troy could worship Lila when it was her that served him, but now he had Mike and he absolutely understood that feeling, right down to his core.
Sure he'd had Mike naked by now, but only to strip away all the barriers, not because he'd taken advantage of that particular pleasure yet. Elle had been teasing him for weeks over what she considered obvious erection problems seeing as they weren't fucking like rabbits but Harvey was quick to laugh it off. There was really no need to think Mike could possibly be worried about that though, seeing as he seemed to spend pretty much every moment they were together hard as hell, like now and he had no qualms about pressing himself right up against his boy as he kissed him senseless.
It was endlessly confusing for Mike though, as confusing as it was frustrating to feel how he affected Harvey. He could feel how hard Harvey was, but they never did anything more than this, and Mike couldn't help the way he ached for more than this.
"Harvey, please." Mike tipped his hips up, pressing toward Harvey even as Harvey kept him flush against the door. He wanted so much, wanted to please Harvey like this too, but he couldn't when Harvey wouldn't let him - kept him at a distance. Mike hooked his fingers in the waist of Harvey's pants, kept them close, working his fingers between them. "Let me, Harvey, please."
Harvey chuckled softly at Mike's little plea, it certainly wasn't a crime to beg and he had to admit he loved hearing it. But he took hold of Mike's wrists, pulling them away from where they seemed to be trying to get between them so he could pin his arms over his head. "You'd be beautiful on your knees, sucking my cock," he whispered softly, nipping at the side of Mike's neck. "And you will be, when we're ready."
He had other plans for the night and while getting Mike spread out on the bed was one of them, coming certainly wasn't.
"I'm ready," Mike arched, the long line of his body from where his arms were pinned above his head all the way down to his toes, pressing against Harvey. "Harvey, I'm ready - let me, please, let me." Mike was flushed, leaning toward Harvey as much as he could in his current position.
He wanted too much, and the longer he was denied the harder it was for him to keep that frustration inside.
"You don't have to keep waiting; I'm not going to break." The frustration working its way out of him, making what should have been a plea harder. "Let me show you, Harvey please. I want-" Mike dropped his head back against the door. "What are you waiting for?"
The pleading was fine, Harvey liked hearing it and it made it obvious that all of their play sessions were having the desired effect but then Mike got demanding and Harvey pulled back slowly, his grip tightening on his boy's wrists.
"Pardon me?" He said, his voice low and dangerous, one he hadn't had to use on Mike yet. Because usually he was needy and perfectly submissive, but this was new. "Did you just ask me what I'm waiting for and question me?" Harvey asked, keeping Mike's wrists firmly held in one hand while the other dropped down to wrap loosely around his boy's throat.
"This little display? This is why we're waiting. Because you have no idea how to behave and you don't deserve my cock, boy," his voice hard and his hand tightening around Mike's neck just a little bit.
Mike felt the mood shift immediately, in the way Harvey pulled away from him, the tightening of his hands all before that tone of voice that let Mike know that he'd crossed a line.
Pressing his lips together, swallowed slowly, before he even thought about opening his mouth again, not until he could be sure that he wasn't going to say something immediately stupid, he couldn't promise nothing stupid but he'd try.
"I'm sorry - Harvey, I'm sorry. You just, you make me crazy." Mike said slowly. "I just," he paused licking his lips. "I can't think when we're like this and I just want to give you everything and you won't let me. I know I'm still new at this, but I can do it. I can if you'd let me."
Harvey's brow creased as he ran his thumb over Mike's wet bottom lip. His hands dropped from his body, turning and walking into the apartment. Sometimes Mike surprised him with the things he missed, when Harvey thought he'd made himself clear, Mike seemed to just totally miss the point and he was going to have to find a new way to try to make that information stick. "Come," he called over his shoulder, not wanting Mike to think he was being left behind.
Leaning back against the arm of the couch Harvey crossed his arms, clearly still displeased but not as much as he had been.
Even when he knew how he'd messed up, Mike couldn't keep himself from leaning toward Harvey when he was touched, like all he needed was to be touched by Harvey.
He followed Harvey when he was called. Mike dropped to his knees after Harvey sat down, needing the familiarity of the act after seeing the set of Harvey's shoulders, the way his arms were crossed. This wasn't something that was just going to be forgotten, or moved past, but he'd have to wait for whatever it was that Harvey had in store for him. The way he normally did, but hadn't been able to once tonight.
Mike knelt down without having to be asked and that redeemed him, a little bit, in Harvey's eyes. "Take your shirt off," he said quietly, which was normal request but his voice was still lacking a lot of its usual warmth.
"I know you can do it, of course you can. I bet you're excellent in bed and I bet you give delicious head, Mike. I'm so confident in that I haven't even considered it would be otherwise." Harvey said, resting his toes over the front of Mike's pants, pressing down making the boy whimper softly. "Of course you can, I know you can. But this is what I want, slow. I want you to be perfect before we get there and the fact that you're trying to demand anything from me shows how far you have to go." Harvey said, speaking low and clearly.
"I know you're wanting and so am I, but that's the way I like it, that's what's pleasing me at the moment and isn't that what you're for? Pleasing me?" Harvey asked, a little more gently this time, reaching out to softly stroke Mike's cheek.
While Harvey spoke, Mike started to see what he had missed, where he'd seen only Harvey holding back with him, when he should have seen Harvey making sure Mike was the way he wanted him first.
He nodded, closing his eyes and pressing into Harvey's hand on his cheek just briefly. "That's all I want, Harvey." He told him. "I just want to please you," It should have felt ridiculous he thought, to feel that so strongly, that it wasn't about the sex or anything else, he wanted to be able to please Harvey, and he'd felt how hard Harvey was, he'd thought it was what Harvey wanted, something Mike could give to him.
"You do please me, Mike. You please me every day. I don't need to come to enjoy you, it will be ridiculously fucking hot and I think about it all the time, but I'm doing it this way because this is what I want, because this is what's best and you need to trust that I do everything for a reason." Harvey said, having to remind himself that Mike was still learning trust and boundaries and that mistakes were to be expected.
"Take your shirt off, boy, and I won't ask you again," he said, his voice firm as he looked down into Mike's eyes.
Mike felt a bit like he was starting over again, like he didn't know exactly what he was doing, despite the number of times he'd been on his knees for Harvey or how often he'd been told to take off his clothes. "Yes, Sir." Mike nodded, realizing how caught up in all of this he had been letting himself get, focusing on this one mistake that he was making more. He pulled his shirt up over his head and dropped it beside him.
He tried not to let himself think about what he'd already done, instead just let himself focus on this moment, rather than trying so hard to guess what Harvey wanted he just waited for what it was he wanted.
"There we go, that's my boy," Harvey said gently, wanting to reassure him, calm him down, and get him back where he needed to be. Mike was sexy all the time, but Harvey really noticed it in moments like this, he couldn't do anything else. Smoothing his hands over Mike's shoulders he tipped his head back, his lips curled in a little smirk as he looked down at him.
"You need to learn control and I've been too lenient with you, you're lucky I don't send you to Troy for a real lesson, in fact you should thank me for keeping you to myself," Harvey said, holding Mike's head tipped right back with a firm hand in his hair. "From now on, you're not to come, at all. Not in the shower, not in your own bed, not here in my bathroom. Not at all. You will learn to control yourself, Mike. If you thought you were desperate before, it was nothing," Harvey said with a smile, loving the idea of dictating just what Mike could and couldn't do, even in the privacy of his own home.
"Thank you for keeping me to yourself." Mike said quickly and easily, despite the fact that Harvey probably wasn't actually angling for that, because that was something he most certainly he was thankful for, whether or not Harvey would have ever actually suggested it. It was one thing to joke about orgies with Lila, Troy and the rest of them, but it was only ever joking.
Mike exhaled in a rush when Harvey laid down this new rule. "Harvey-" Mike started and stopped himself, he could control himself if that was what Harvey wanted from him. He nodded or as much as he could with Harvey's hand still tight in his hair, trying to keep his voice even. "Yes, Sir."
It wasn't uncommon for a Dom to train a sub that wasn't their own, but just because it was acceptable, didn't mean that Harvey would ever share. "You have no idea how lucky you are that I'm a jealous, selfish bastard," Harvey said, bobbing down in front of Mike so they were meeting eye to eye. "That I wouldn't ever trade you or play with you in front of a whole lot of eager eyes, you should feel lucky that I want you all for me, Mike." Harvey told him, leaning in to place a gentle kiss in the corner of his mouth.
Mike knew very well how lucky he was, in so many ways but particularly with Harvey. That Harvey was possessive and jealous was part of what made Mike so irresistibly drawn to Harvey. Even now with Harvey's new rule Mike knew he was lucky.
Harvey had no idea what he would have done if Mike had argued the new rule, but lucky he didn't have to try to think of anything. "Good boy," he said softly, gazing into those beautiful blue eyes.
Slowly standing up he didn't feel like he'd quite got his point across, not just yet. "Stand," he commanded, tugging softly at Mike's hair. "You've got two choices. One, I take you over my lap and spank your lovey ass with my hand forty times, or two, I use a ruler, you're bent over the couch, but it's only ten times." Harvey said, already slowly rolling up the sleeves of his shirt.
He got to his feet at Harvey's word, and then considered the options he had. On the one hand the first meant Harvey's hands on him, and on the other hand the second was shorter. Honestly Mike wasn't sure what the better option was, and watching Harvey roll his sleeves up made it even harder for Mike to think about it rationally.
"I, I don't -" Mike licked his lips. "First, the first one." It was probably stupid, but Mike wanted Harvey's hands on him and if he was meant to be learning self-control then this would be a very good time to practice it.
It was clear by the look on Harvey's face that Mike had made the right choice, he was proud and it showed. "Even when you've been bad, you're always so good for me, kid," Harvey said, rewarding Mike's choice by undoing his jeans for him and even going to for as to help him get totally out of them and his underwear.
Sitting back in the center of the couch he looked at Mike and then at his lap expectantly. But it was obvious how having Mike naked made his cheeks heat up just a little bit and he was licking his lips because of the gorgeous view.
"If you do well and you're nice and quiet? I'll let you take my shirt off for the first time," Harvey said. As much as he'd seen Mike naked plenty of times by now, he'd never even let the boy see or touch his bare chest so Harvey thought that was a rather good reward.
Mike was never going to survive this, Harvey's hands on him and the idea that he might have the opportunity to take Harvey's shirt off as well - he nodded. "Yes, Sir." It seemed the safest thing to say at that point, when Mike felt so tightly wound.
He laid himself across Harvey's lap at the expectant look Harvey gave him, not needing to be told what he should do in this case. Even with his clothes on Mike could feel the warmth of Harvey's body beneath his, how close they were despite Harvey's insistence on going slowly, to make sure Mike was where he wanted him before they continued to move forward. There was a delicate balance there for Mike, between the things his body craved when he was with Harvey to that much deeper need to be what Harvey would have him become. Mike felt like he was always on that line, Harvey was right, he needed more self-control.
It was almost too much having Mike across his lap and he realized this was going to be a challenge for his own sense of self-control as well, they both needed this. Harvey allowed himself a moment to stroke of the smooth planes of Mike's back, then over the most perfect ass he'd ever seen. He tried not to linger too long, stroking his legs, strong from that damn bike he insisted on riding everywhere.
Harvey brought his hand down firmly on the curve of Mike's ass, the slap ringing out loudly in the silent room. Each was as strong as the last and he spanked him five times before pausing, stroking over the heated skin lovingly, then back over his back and his legs.
The feeling of Harvey's hand on his skin, slow and steady, made it hard for Mike to remember how pressing for more hadn't ended well for him earlier. He couldn't remember ever feeling for anyone what he felt for Harvey and it was all just a swirling mess of emotion laced with lust and desire and need, making that self-control thing he should be working on that much harder.
Of course it was easier to sort things out when Harvey started to spank him, the first startling him pulling a shocked sound from his mouth before he pressed his lips together again. But then it all came pressing back in on him again feeling how Harvey's hand was warmer then, as was his own skin.
Mike closed his eyes, and laid his head down, trying his best to focus on Harvey's hand and nothing else.
Mike handled it much better than Harvey expected and he was so proud; there was no screeching, no moaning, apart from the initial shock. "Good boy," he whispered, before he was back at it, making sure every stroke was even and hard.
When he got to twenty he let Mike recover again, sliding the tip of one of his fingers down to circle his boy's entrance, the tense muscle, wanting to drive him out of his mind. One day he'd let himself have more of this, more of everything, but now he was just trying to push Mike higher.
"And I haven't even had to gag you, you're doing so good," he whispered, admiring the way Mike's ass was stained so beautifully red.
Mike's breathing was harsh, though he'd managed to keep himself quiet for the most part. It was getting harder though, he hadn't expected how much he'd actually like being spanked by Harvey. It hurt of course, it felt like something that would linger long after this was over as a reminder, but at the same time each hard strike of Harvey's hand twisted that thread of desire inside of him.
He couldn't help the whimpering moan he made at Harvey's wandering fingers though, despite the whispered words. Those pressing circling fingers made him arch his back and lift his hips and at the same time press his forehead against the couch, fingers clenching and releasing sporadically, Mike tried to tell himself it wouldn't help matters, wouldn't give him the release his body wanted, but his body didn't seem to be interested in listening.
"Jesus, Harvey - please." He bit off anything further that might have tried to come out, but Mike couldn't pretend he wasn't affected by Harvey, it would have been pointless, Harvey had to feel just how hard Mike was in that moment.
"Control, my boy, control, I know you can do it," he whispered lovingly, leaning down and sucking an angry looking purple bruise onto Mike's shoulder blade. He withdrew his finger, which was difficult because yes, he was tempted, how could he not be?
But that wasn't the point of the exercise. He finished off the final twenty strokes slowly, enjoying how it was starting to hurt his palm, making it easy to imagine how Mike was feeling. When he was done he stroked Mike's back softly, knowing this could bring out all kinds of emotions in him and that it was his job to be there for him now.
When it was over Mike was trembling, he could feel it - the thrum of his body while laid across Harvey's lap. He felt exhausted, like he'd run a marathon or biked across town trying not to be late again. How could something like this feel so completely and utterly draining? Mike didn't understand it, but it was just one of those facts that floated around past his mind because there were other more important things to consider in this moment.
He felt laid bare just feeling everything that had just happened to him, more so than simply a side effect of his state of dress (or lack thereof) but more in the way he didn't feel the need to pull in on himself. He didn't, couldn't, hide from Harvey like this. It was like floating and yet so much more intense than that had ever been before. It was arousal and pain and Harvey right there, all mixed together running over heightened senses and tugging Mike along with it, trying to make some sort of sense of it.
Mike turned his face toward Harvey, pressing in close, as much as he could in his current position, not sure there were words for this yet, he just needed to be close to Harvey, his Harvey.
He could tell by how Mike was shaking and trying to cuddle into his legs what was going on and Harvey smiled down at him. Slowly unbuttoning his shirt he slipped the material off and hung it over the arm of the couch.
Harvey gently turned Mike over, knowing his ass would be sore but it would be worth it once they were more comfortable. Gathering Mike up in his arms he looked down into his eyes, knowing his face was practically shining with pride. "Mike, you did so well, I am so proud of you and you are beautiful," Harvey whispered, stroking his hair back from his face.
"How are you feeling?" He asked, leaning in to press their lips together in a tender kiss.
Mike had pressed himself against Harvey as much as he could with this new change of position, and it was just so damn good, to have Harvey there with him, knowing that he'd done well for him. He leaned into the kiss Harvey gave him, just another way to be close before Harvey pulled away from him.
Some vague part of his mind was aware that Harvey had asked him something, and slowly he pulled the question back and tried to find the words that seemed to evade him. "Tired," He said first. "good, sore, comfortable, happy." There was a lot he was feeling apparently, and trying to find the words to describe all of it was harder than Mike had anticipated.
"It's good," Mike decided finally, something to sum it all up as best as he could for the moment.
It was the first time Harvey had gotten to feel Mike pressed against his bare chest, arms, stomach and he loved it, he was glad he'd torn away that barrier. Harvey turned so he could lay back, putting his feet up and making himself comfortable against the pillows.
"These are all normal and very good," Harvey assured him, smiling as he stroked his face. "You were amazing, you really were," he whispered, rolling over so he could have Mike pressed between his body and the couch. "Are you warm enough?" Harvey asked, having to remember everything he'd been taught about being a good Dom and not getting caught up in the moment himself.
Mike went easily letting Harvey put him where he wanted him, more than happy to go. Pinned against the back of the couch with Harvey at his front was certainly something he could stand to have more of.
"It's like, like there is so much." Mike tried to explain it to Harvey, "I don't have the right words for it, can you believe that?" Mike found that thought to be more than a little amusing at the moment, considering he had a great deal of the dictionary stored in his mind and yet with all of that knowledge he couldn't find the word. It made his shoulders shake with suppressed laughter.
Tucking his arms between them, Mike pressed close to Harvey, feeling like even with a layer of fabric removed from between them he still couldn't quite get as close as he really wanted. "M'okay," He said, softly, at least for the moment. "Later - later a blanket would be good, or you, you're very warm."
Watching Mike shake with laughter over not finding the right words to describe how he was feeling made Harvey smile, the giggles and the snuggling, was all perfectly normal and pretty adorable as well.
Harvey grabbed his shirt from above his head, draping it over Mike's exposed shoulder. "I'm not going anywhere," he said as he stretched out, hand coming to rest possessively on Mike's hip. "I had other plans for tonight you know, why doesn't it surprise me that with you nothing ever goes to plan?" Harvey said as he rolled his eyes.
He didn't think he'd ever been so hard, his cock pressed up almost painfully against the zip of his pants. But it had almost gone above arousal, into something else entirely and forcing himself to wait just made it all the sweeter. Mike's face looked like it was glowing and Harvey felt honored that he'd done that, made his boy feel so much. "You have no idea how many times I've wanted to do that," Harvey said with a smirk. "That you've really, really deserved that."
"I've deserved that before?" Mike asked slowly, looking up at Harvey, not entirely sure how to take that statement. Though he supposed he probably had, thinking of times at the office when he had snapped, Mike was sure there were times and yet this was the first.
"Yes, you really have," Harvey assured him, thinking back to the times he'd wanted to take Mike over his knee and teach him the control he so desperately needed. Because he was young and eager but he still had so far to go both as a sub and as a lawyer and Harvey wanted to help him get there.
He breathed out slowly and pressed his face against Harvey's chest, nuzzling in against his collar bone. He'd needed this, as much as he hated disappointing Harvey, being anything less than what Harvey wanted, Harvey was there to correct him, to remind him of what he should be doing and to help point him back in the right direction again. It was just one more reminder that they were both in this, it wasn't just something they were playing at while it was convenient for them, this was them both putting time and effort into this thing that they wanted. "Thank you."
Harvey smiled, letting Mike nuzzle up to him and have whatever he wanted now as he floated around in the afterglow of what had happened. "You're welcome, Mike." Harvey told him gently. "You're getting so good and you've come so far, I just want you to know how proud I am that you choose to belong to me," he said, carding his fingers through Mike's hair.
It was easy in that moment to just let the world condense again and be about them, nothing else. Harvey keeping Mike warm and safe while Mike showed him that maybe sometimes a few feelings weren't the worst thing that had ever happened.
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