Just Ask And I will Do (2/5)

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Chapter 1

Mike wakes and has that moment of where the fuck am I? But there’s a possessive hand around his waist and a hot breath against his ear and everything comes crashing back suddenly. Harvey holding him down, Harvey kissing him, the slide of skin against skin.

“Fuck,” Harvey lets out a puff of air that could be a laugh and his hand tightens in Mike’s skin.

“Yes we did,” he says, his voice thick with sleep, “are you going to have a freak out cos if you are I’m having the first shower.”

To be honest, Mike isn’t sure. On the one hand he had the best sex he’d ever had and his muscles are still protesting and there’s a dull ache on his hip where Harvey had pressed his hand in hard. On the other hand it was with his boss, who happens to be a possessive, dominant bastard.

Harvey’s lips slide across the back of hiss neck to further prove Mike’s point

“No, I’m good,” he says.

And surprisingly he is.

“Good,” Harvey runs his hand down Mike’s stomach and wraps his fingers around his dick and Mike pushes back against him. Harvey’s arm is under his head, curled backwards and his hand grips Mike’s hair, pulling it against his shoulder and he drags his hand upwards and runs his palm across the top of Mike’s dick. Mike gasps, arches into the touch. “Yeah, come on Mike,” Harvey says, darkly into his ear, curling his fingers around his dick again and pushing his own hips forward. Mike fucks himself into Harvey’s hand, the friction and lack of lube give enough of an edge of pain to bring Mike over the edge, coming hard embarrassingly quickly.

Harvey runs his hand up Mike’s chest, smears the come into his skin and pulls his face round to kiss him, his hand sticky and warm again Mike’s face.

“Go shower,” Harvey say when he pulls away and stands up. He stretches and Mike takes a second to drink in the sight of Harvey Specter in full naked glory. Harvey smirks down at him and point towards the bathroom. “Shower...go, there’s a spare razor under the sink, don’t forget to shave,” he orders and Mike mock salutes him.

“Aye, aye, Captain,” he doesn’t miss the way Harvey narrows his eyes and bites at his bottom lip.

“Shower…now Mike.”

Luckily the shower doesn’t have glass walls and Mike can shower in vague privacy. He’s not an exhibitionist after all. It gives him time to think as well, not that he has much to think about.

He’s sleeping with his boss.

But it’s the add-on’s that come with that that are making Mike feel a little disconcerted. Like the way Harvey talks in that low voice, the way Mike could only come when Harvey told him to, the way that Harvey’s hands around his hips makes Mike feel completely subservient.

And that’s the crux of the predicament. The operative word.

It’s completely different to any kind of sexual experience Mike’s ever had but yet it was also one of the best. Letting someone else take control, take over, has a certain appeal that Mike isn’t sure he could put into words even if he wanted to.

He steps out of the shower and grabs the nearest towel, wrapping it around his waist and he locates the razor under the sink and wonders briefly how many people have had to use Harvey’s spare razors.

His mind is still churning when Harvey slips in behind him and slides his hands around his waist and mouths at the bite mark on his neck. Mike leans back against him and Harvey holds him close, strong hands flat against his chest.

“Why does it look like I had sex with a vampire last night?” Mike asks and Harvey tugs his head to the side and runs his fingers over the love bite on his neck and the red bite mark on his collar bone.

“Looks good on you,” Harvey mutters, pressing his fingers into the bite mark.

Mike moves his hips and Harvey’s arms tighten.

“You want it again?” Harvey asks, sliding his hand down Mike’s chest and twisting his nipple gently between his thumb and forefinger.

“Do you need to ask?” Mike says and Harvey pinches his nipple hard enough that Mike hisses in pain.

“Apparently I do,” Harvey replies and Mike pushes his hips back.

“Yes,” he breathes out as Harvey sucks on his neck, “yes I want it,” his well manicured (yes Harvey gets a manicure) nails scrape down Mike’s chest.

“Well we’re running out of time so tough,” he says, dropping Mike and leaving him half hard and clutching at the bathroom counter. “Get dressed, there’s coffee on in the kitchen,” Harvey says, running his hand across Mike’s shoulders as he walks past him.

“You’re an evil bastard, you know that?” Mike says. Harvey grins and slaps Mike’s ass.

“Get your ass in gear; you don’t want to be late for work. I hear your boss is an evil bastard,” he says, stepping into the shower and turning it on, effectively shutting off any come back Mike can think of.

“He really is,” Mike mutters darkly, glaring at the shower, and in no way is he getting turned on by looking at the lines of Harvey’s body through the steamed up glass.

...

Harvey’s hand is warm against his thigh in the car as he talks about work and Mike tries to remember his own name.

He kisses Mike hard in the elevator, reminds him that this doesn’t go into work which confuses Mike some as they’re technically in work and Harvey’s the one pushing him against the metallic wall and kissing him like he can’t get enough.

He says as much and Harvey narrows his eyes, tugs at Mike’s hair and licks up his throat.

“My rules Rookie,” he mutters and lets him go just before they reach their floor and he strides off down the corridor to his office without a backwards glance.

...

“Hey Rachel…do I strut?” Rachel looks up from behind a pile of books, cocks her head to the side and surveys him briefly. Her hair is pulled back from her face it makes her look softer somehow and Mike is struck with the thought that if he hadn’t just been fucked within an inch of his life by Harvey he would probably still be sniffing around her.

“Definitely,” she says looking back down at her books.

“Thank...wait...what?” Rachel purses her lips to keep herself from smiling as Mike crosses his arms in front of his chest.

“Well, I’d say more…prance, maybe even mince but strut would work,” She clarifies, clicking the top of her pen with her thumb.

“Wouldn’t you say it’s more of a manly swagger?” Mike asks and Rachel laughs, tries to cover it up with a cough.

“...No,” she says definitely. Then she narrows her eyes and leans forward slightly. “...what’s that?” she uses the tip of her pen to point at him and he looks down expecting to see some mark or something on his white shirt (well Harvey’s shirt, its slightly too big across the chest but they may have got come on Mike’s after Harvey stepped out of the shower and pressed Mike against the bedroom window).

“What?” he asks finding nothing but a large expanse of white cotton.

“That...” she gestures at her own neck and Mike can feel the heat in his cheeks as he has the sudden sinking feeling he knows what she’s talking about. “Is that?” She stands and rounds the desk and Mike fights the urge to run, “oh my god, that’s a love bite. Michael Ross, you dark horse,” she’s laughing and she pats his shoulder. “Who was it?” She asks, crossing her arms and Mike tugs the collar of his shirt up, tries in vain to cover up the mark. Rachel sighs and steps forward again, bats his hands away and tugs at his collar and tie until she cocks her head to the side again and nods.

“No one,” Mike replies and Rachel raises an eyebrow.

“Sure, ok, you fell, right?” she asks with a hint of a smirk curling at the corner of her lips.

“God everyone here is evil, first this,” he gestures at his neck, “then your inquisition and…” Mike says pulling at the handle on her door and Rachel gasps, pressing her hand flat against the glass, effectively stopping Mike from opening it.

“It was someone from here,” she says, her eyes narrowing again and twinkling with mischief and Mike feels his stomach clench.

Oh shit.

“No,” he snaps and wrenches the door open. He hears Rachel’s footsteps behind him as he races down the corridor.

“Who was it Mike?” She asks and Mike ducks into the nearest Men’s Room, smirks as he shuts the door and slams his head against it.

“Any reason why you’re running in here like Cerberus is on your tail?” Harvey voice is amused and dark in his ear and Mike feels his hands snake around his waist. Mike spins and leans back against the door and Harvey crowds a little closer.

“Rachel was after me,” he says and Harvey looks amused, his gaze going darker as it flicks down to Mike’s neck.

“Do I need to lay claim on you?” Harvey says and oh holy Pavlovian Response Batman Mike’s arousal kicks up ten notches. He covers up his need to sink to his knees and suck that smirk off Harvey’s face out through his dick by looking at him like a love sick girl from those novels that Jenny used to read.

“You’d do that for me?” he quips and Harvey presses in closer, cups his face hard.

“You have no idea what I’d do,” he says and kisses him deep, his tongue pushing into his mouth. Mike groans and arches up into Harvey.

And Christ, he’s not sure when he became a sex addict but he needs Harvey right now, its the middle of the day and Mike has come four times in the last 12 hours yet he still needs Harvey’s hands on him.

“You want me, Mike?” Harvey says, like he’s reading Mike’s mind and Mike gasps out as yes as Harvey presses the heel of his hand into Mike’s dick. Harvey pulls away and cups Mike’s face again, running his thumbs across his cheeks like his did last night and searches Mike’s face. “You’re making me break my own rules, Mike,” he says and there’s hint of reproach in his voice, like it’s Mike’s fault, even though Mike isn’t sure he has a clue what he’s talking about.

“I...” Mike starts and Harvey kisses him, grinding his hips into Mike’s and Mike tugs on his belt, trying to get him closer.

“I’d have you up against this wall if I had protection,” Harvey grinds out, rutting up against Mike’s thigh.

“Oh you evil....fuck, do that again,” Mike says as Harvey bites gently on his ear lobe. Harvey laughs and pulls it between his teeth, pressing the heel of his hand to Mike’s dick again.

“You know,” say Harvey conversationally, “you haven’t done anything right today, so technically you don’t deserve this,” he punctuates the word “this” with a harsh press of his hand and the curl of his fingers.

“Jesus don’t fucking stop,” Mike clutches at his arm and lets his head fall back against the door, “please don’t stop.”

Harvey’s breathing hitches at the word please and he curls his fingers again, grinding his palm into Mike’s dick, his other hand wrapping around Mike’s neck and hauling him in for a kiss.

Fuck, he’s going to come in his pants like a horny teenager. Harvey bites at his lower lip and rubs harder against his dick and Mike thinks that maybe that’s Harvey’s plan.

“Harvey…stop,” Mike gasps, clutching at his wrist and Harvey freezes, lifts his head in time for Mike to see something like worry flash across his face. “I…” Mike can feel his cheeks flaming and Christ all he wants is for Harvey to touch him again. “I am not coming in my pants,” he says and the worry floods out of Harvey’s eyes, gets replaced by mischief and a smirk twists on his lips.

“Yes you will,” he says, “because I say so,” and moves his hand again and Mike groans so loudly that Harvey’s other hand clamps over his mouth. “Shhh,” he whispers, pressing his lips to Mike’s forehead. Mike nods and squeezes his eyes shut as Harvey grinds the heel of his hand down and Mike comes, his teeth biting into Harvey’s hand. “That’s my boy,” he hisses out as Mike jerks against his hand, rides out yet another orgasm from Harvey and then slumps back against the wall.

“Well shit,” he says, looking down at his, now completely ruined, pants and Harvey smiles, runs a hand through his hair and pulls his head back.

“You need to cater for every eventuality, Rookie,” Harvey says, like he’s teaching a lesson, his voice slow and patient and Mike shudders. “There is a spare pair of pants in my office, but remember yours next time,” he says, letting go of Mike and winding his fingers into his lapels, tugging him off the door. He kisses him quickly, letting his tongue slide into Mike’s mouth briefly. “That concludes today’s lesson,” he says and then completely lets Mike go, turns to the sink and runs cold water over his hands.

“The lesson?”

“There’s always a lesson, Mike, look out for it next time,” Harvey tugs at Mike’s collar, covering up the marks on his neck as he opens the door. “Make sure those are hidden,” he says as he slips out into the corridor.

Mike wants to punch him, he really does, and if he could get his limbs working again he probably would (well he’d probably think about it just like he’s doing now but not actually do anything about it). The Lesson. Mike scoffs to himself, tugging his jacket down enough to cover the wet patch on his pants. He scowls at himself in the mirror and smoothes down his hair with a handful of water.

His jacket’s wrinkled and his lips are swollen and to anyone who has even one eye in their head it looks like Mike has been jerking off in the bathroom and he sends a silent curse up to Harvey for that one, because he no doubt looks impeccable, as per fucking usual, because he wasn’t the one who just came in his hands, he wasn’t the one who felt like his head was about to explode when the whispered words of “that’s my boy” were said into his skin.

Asshole.

He’s going to get it back, he decides as he pulls the door open to find Donna waiting outside with a wry smile and a pressed pair of pants.

Definitely going to get him back.

Mike’s intelligent enough to sit the Bar without actually studying, he can come up with some kind of revenge.

…

The way to Hell is paved with good intentions.

Not that revenge on your boss for making you come in your pants are good intentions but anyway. The revenge plans are put on the back burner as work covers him and Harvey is being a dick. So is Louis. If Mike didn’t know they both hated each other, he might think they were working together to drive him slowly mad. It takes three days for Harvey to look at him with dark eyes and order him to his office at 11 pm in the evening. As soon as Mike opens the door though, he’s hit with the feeling that Harvey has been holding himself back on purpose and he’s snapped.

Its not so much a feeling as he’s kind of slapped in the face with it, what with the way Harvey slams him up against the wall and starts to devour his mouth like it’s the last cheeseburger in New York. Not that Harvey would eat a cheeseburger (“do you know how what that will do to your digestive system?”).

“Thought this didn’t come into work?” Mike manages to ask as Harvey tugs his shirt out from his pants and runs his hands up Mike’s chest, pinching at his nipples.

“Shut the fuck up,” Harvey snaps and presses down on Mike’s shoulders.

If Mike thought Harvey was an ass before, its nothing compared to the way he feels about him now, for making him wait so damn long and if it was anyone else he would tell them where to shove it, paybacks a bitch and all that. But Mike goes willingly because honestly he’s only human and its been too long and, well, its Harvey.

Harvey’s dick is already half hard as he tugs it out of the still neatly pressed pants and licks up the length. Harvey’s hands are in his hair and one hand tugs whilst the other pets and soothes.

Mike swallows him down, hums around him and digs his fingers into Harvey’s hips. Harvey fucks his mouth like he owns it, pulsing his hips forward so far that Mike’s eyes water.

But then one tiny detail that he should have remember occurs to him and he pulls away with a lewd, wet pop that makes Harvey groan and tug at his hair.

“Did I tell you to stop?” He asks.

“Your office walls are glass,” Mike says, and he can feel the blush spreading across his cheeks. Harvey hauls him to his feet by his shirt, spins them and pushes him towards the desk.

“I bet you’d love it if someone was watching,” he mutters, voice dark and sexy (how the hell had he never noticed how fucking sexy Harvey’s voice was?). “Let people know that I’m fucking you.”

When the hell did Mike become such a kinky bastard that got off on dirty talk of ownership? Because that right there, that’s fucking hot enough to make his knees go weak.

Mike’s pants are shoved roughly down his thighs, (so much so that Mike thinks he might possibly have fabric burn come the morning) and Harvey bends him over the immaculate desk and fucks him so hard Mike sees stars.

“Did you get the lesson this time?” Harvey says against the sweaty skin of Mike’s spine after he comes. Mike’s hand is sticky from coming across his own hand and he resists the urge to wipe at his pants as Harvey spins him around and pulls his pants up for him.

“Patience is a virtue?” Mike tries, grasping at straws because he pretty much shot the rest of his brain out of his dick just then and he needs time to recover, not go through lessons of their sexual exploits.

“Good boy,” Harvey mutters, pulling him close and kissing him deep. “Now, I’m going home,” Harvey says letting him go.

“Am I coming?” Mike asks, trying to keep the hope out of his voice (God he sounds like a school girl with a crush sometimes). Harvey raises an eyebrow and his fingers twitch by his sides.

“Lessons never end Rookie,” he says picking up a stack of files from the desk and gesturing Mike to follow.

Which he does, like the puppy that he is.

Oh God and now he’s using Harvey’s analogies against himself.

….

Harvey makes him breakfast the next morning and Mike adds that to the column of “things you didn’t expect about Harvey Specter.”

Harvey smiles at him over the rim of his coffee cup, watching with an amused expression as Mike tucks into the eggs that Harvey cooked. But there’s something else in his face, something that Mike can’t figure out.

“Wha?” he asks through a mouthful of eggs and toast and Harvey rolls his eyes in disgust.

“Never do that again,” he says, putting his coffee down and twisting Mike’s chair around till he’s facing him. There are fresh bites on his neck and Mike feels a sharp pain as Harvey presses his fingers to them, his eyes going darker than normal.

Mike swallows the mouthful and looks up at him.

“What were you looking at?” he asks and Harvey’s eyes find his.

“Just trying to figure out if you deserve a blow job,” he says and if Mike hadn’t swallowed he would be choking right now.

“I think so,” Mike says and Harvey laughs, running his thumbs across Mike’s cheeks.

“You would,” he replies lips millimetres from Mike’s. He lets him go, after nudging their noses together gently. And that takes Mike by surprise, the sweet almost “relationshipy” gesture from Harvey making his head spin. “We’ve got to get to work,” Harvey says, shrugging on his jacket and Mike readies himself for another day of sexual torture.

It’s a hard life.

...

It’s 11.30 at night when Mike finally makes it home a few days later and he’s looking forward to pulling his clothes off and falling into bed for a (relatively) early night but the banging on his door stops him as he shrugs off his jacket.

“Jesus, what?” he snaps as he wrenches open to door to find Harvey, smirking (as per usual) with his arms crossed over his chest.

“You busy?” he asks, barging past Mike into the apartment.

“If I say yes will you go away and let me sleep?” Mike shuts the door and Harvey turns, slipping his jacket off and looking for a clean surface to deposit it.

“No,” he says simply and Mike holds his hand out for the jacket, hangs it on a peg by the door.

“So you’re here because...” Mike asks, leaning against a wall as Harvey looks around him with a mild look of disgust on his face. Mike can’t deny what seeing him here does to his insides, even the way he’s looking at Mike’s home like its not worthy of the title “home”, there’s something about the way his jaw clenches and his eyes squint up like he’s trying to figure something out, the wrinkles at the corners that make Mike want to lean forward at lick them, but he’s also tired, bone weary in a way he hasn’t been for…well ever.

“I wanted to see the puppy’s natural habitat and I must say Mike, it’s…revolting,” Harvey says with a smile and reaches out to Mike, snagging his fingers through Mike’s belt loops and slots their hips together. Mike wraps his fingers around Harvey’s arms.

“Oh, you think you can insult me and get away with it,” he asks and Harvey slides his hands up Mike’s back, pressing their chests together. He smells of his aftershave, coffee and a hint of whiskey as he leans forward. The smell always did things to Mike before they started this, but now its even worse and Mike closes his eyes briefly, breathing in and when he opens them there is a flicker of amusement and something else darker in Harvey’s eyes.

“I know I can,” he replies, licking at Mike’s throat and Mike feels his legs shake.

“Yeah, you’re right, you can,” he answers and slumps forward letting Harvey take most of his weight.

“Plus I think,” Harvey continues, walking him backwards till Mike’s back hits the wall, “the work you did on the Deposition today was good enough,” Harvey’s hands frame Mike’s hips, working under Mikes shirt, “to earn you a blow job.”

“You could just admit that you’ve missed me,” Mike replies to cover up the fact his brain cuts out at the words blow job, “I know you sleep better when I’m th...” Harvey kisses him, presses his hands above his head and holds them there as he works Mike’s pants button open.

Harvey doesn’t answer him, just gets his hand around Mike’s dick and strokes upwards one, squeezing at his wrists hard enough to bruise.

“Don’t move,” Harvey mutters, and sinks to his knees, pulling Mike’s pants down with him. And Christ Mike wants to move, wants to dig his fingers into Harvey’s hair but he keeps his hands resting on top of his head. Because Harvey told him to.

Yes he’s well aware of how that sounds thank you.

“What happens if I do?” He asks and Harvey looks up at him, his brown eyes dark and menacing as his hands still at the waist band of Mike’s boxers. He leans forward and nips at the skin of Mike’s hips. Mike has always been kind of skinny, gangly some might say, but Harvey always seems to gravitate his hands to his hips and now Mike is more than happy to be skinny when Harvey bites down on the skin and his teeth graze over bone.

“I stop,” Harvey says, pressing his lips to the outline of Mike’s dick through his boxers. Mike has to bite down hard on his bottom lip to stop himself thrusting forward and grabbing a handful of Harvey’s hair.

“God I wish you were joking,” he says, his fingers tightening around his own wrist. Harvey tugs his boxers down his thighs, blows cool air across Mike’s dick.

“You know I’m not,” he says as he wraps his fingers around the base and licks a long stripe up the underside.

“Jesus,” Mike digs his nails in to the palm of his hand as Harvey, licks across the slit and sucks the tip of his dick into his mouth, fingers reaching backwards and rolling his balls gently against his palm. Harvey sinks down, hums his way down the length of Mike’s dick and Mike has that sick jolt of jealousy that he’s done this before, he’s far too good not to have done it before. He almost wants to find those people, tell them who Harvey’s teaching now.

God now he’s getting possessive. Harvey must be really rubbing off on him.

Oh God, rubbing.

Harvey’s mouth is hot, wet and its honestly the hardest thing he’s ever had to do to keep still, not to drive his hips into Harvey’s mouth, not to wind his fingers into his hair and find out whether its as hard as it looks or if it would be soft under his fingers. He pulls back, slides his tongue up the underside again, pressing hard into the prominent vein and sucks hard around the head.

Mike’s mind pretty much leaks out his ears at that point.

“Oh Jesus fucking Christ,” Harvey hums again and slides a finger backwards, presses gently to Mike’s hole and swallows and Mike can feel himself about to come (yes already), feels the warmth spread through his stomach and he can’t speak, can’t even tug at Harvey to get him off before he comes because he’s not allowed to move. He must get it though, pick up some involuntary twitch in Mike’s muscles, or he hears the low grunt that Mike makes in the back of his throat, because he pulls off and stands, wrapping his fingers around Mike’s dick instead, and dragging Mike forward by the back of his neck to kiss him.

He tastes of coffee and whiskey, of decadence and Harvey, but underneath there is something almost bitter and it surprises Mike that it’s the taste of himself, and it doesn’t turn him off the way he thought it would, in fact quite the opposite. He whines as Harvey pushes his tongue into his mouth and his fingers twitch with the need to touch him. Harvey’s hand is heavy around the back of his neck, his other stroking almost too gently on his dick, like he drove Mike to the edge now he’s pulling him back and Mike groans in frustration. Harvey pulls back with a laugh.

“What do you need Mike?” He asks and Mike whines again, twitches his hips desperate for anything other than the almost maddening lack of friction from Harvey’s hand. “Tell me,” Harvey says, twisting his hand.

“Oh fuck,” Mike says, ever eloquent when it comes to Harvey and the things he does. Harvey kisses him again, whispers “say it” into his mouth and squeezes at the base of Mike#s dick, “God…I need to come…please,” Mike whines out, Harvey’s forehead pressed against his own and Harvey twists his hand once and Mike is coming, whimpering into Harvey’s mouth as he does, his hands still resting above his head.

“Well done Rookie,” Harvey is whispering, his mouth hot against Mike’s and he can’t make most of them out over the sound of his own blood roaring in his ears but he picks out a choice few and they make his hips twitch, “good boy…taste...deserved that Mike...I...,” Harvey’s words stop as he smashes their mouths together again and Mike can’t help the hum of pleasure that escapes when he runs his hand down his spine and presses their hips together. Mike goes boneless and its only Harvey’s hand pulling them together that keeps him on his feet. He chuckles as he shifts, hauling Mike up and using his other hand to wrap around Mike’s wrists. He brings them between them, rubbing his fingers over the skin, running down over Mike’s fingers, massaging feeling back into them. His touch trails over Mike’s pulse and Mike winds one arm around Harvey’s neck, he can’t really help himself, its all for self preservation, he doesn’t want to fall on his ass after all.

Yeah right.

Mike’s starting to think he may need to write a health warning on the back of Harvey’s suits, “epic blow jobs from this kinky dominating boss may cause nuzzling”, as Mike does exactly that, nuzzles into Harvey’s neck, humming contentedly into the skin and he feels a shiver go through Harvey. And the knowledge that he’s not the only one who’s involuntarily affected by all this makes him smile against Harvey’s neck.

“Come on puppy, bed,” Harvey shifts him higher in his arms and Mike lets out a laugh.

“I like it when you call me puppy,” he says, suddenly feeling drunk even though he hasn’t had a drop of alcohol. Just another way Harvey affects him.

He waves his hand in the direction of his tiny bedroom and Harvey walks him backwards.

“You do huh?” He asks and Mike nods, hums and puts his hand out to twist the knob on the door. Harvey kicks it open and drops Mike onto his bed. Mike feels the bed dip and Harvey’s hand runs down his chest. He arches upwards and opens his eyes to find Harvey looking down at him, his lips twisted in an amused smile, but there’s something else going on under the smile, behind his eyes.

“What?”

“Nothing, go to sleep Mike,” he says, drops down and kisses Mike deeply, pushing his tongue into Mike’s mouth.

He’s not really sure if he’ll ever get tired of kissing Harvey.

Harvey goes to pull away and Mike winds his fingers into his shirt. The look he gets is one of dark amusement and Harvey wraps his own hands around Mike’s and rubs his thumbs over Mike’s wrist.

“No way in Hell, I am staying here Mike,” he says and Mike does his best impression of a puppy dog, pushing his lower lip out and tugging gently on the hugely expensive shirt, the thought that he might be creasing the material not even crossing his mind.

“Aww come on...come snuggle,” he says and then wants to punch himself in the face.

Snuggle? Honestly he really doesn’t know where these things are coming from. He’s going to blame that on the epic blow job from a kinky and dominating boss whilst he’s on the blame train. Might as well.

Harvey raises an eyebrow and prizes Mike’s fingers out of his shirt, smoothes the material down.

“Snuggle? No. Go to sleep, see you tomorrow,”

“Night Harvey,” Harvey leans down again and surprises the hell out of Mike by swiping his fingers across his forehead and pressing his lips to Mike’s skin.

“Night Mike.”

He hears the door close a few moments later and he shuts his eyes, his skin still humming in post orgasmic bliss and falls asleep with the memory of Harvey’s dark words in his ear.

Chapter 3