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this post. First time writing fanfiction in the Suits fandom. I have not written a full length fic in 3 years. This may turn out quite bad.
Also, this was written in about an hour and not proof-read at all. Have fun. (:
Warnings: Smut ahead. Plow on if you like that. Also, established Harvey/Mike.
Pairing: Harvey/Mike
Rating: NC-17
Words: 949
“Let’s play a game.” Harvey announced as he walked into his apartment, his fingers busy working his cuff links off. It was rare for him to remove his jacket so soon but he was excited. On the way back from the office, he was surfing the net and stumbled upon an interesting post.
“A game.” Mike repeated, drawing out the syllabuses. “You don’t play games.” His brow furrowed as he ran through the five months they have been together.
“Nope. Not ever.” He looked up, confidence in his tone and jumped when Harvey’s smirking face appeared centimetres from his. There was a little mischievous twinkle in his eye that left Mike a funny feeling in his gut. He blushed.
“Personal space much, Harvey?” He tried for a annoyed tone but it came out fond and Harvey huffed, his breath tickling the side of Mike’s neck. Mike shivered, a smile forming on his face.
“Let’s play a game.” He whispered, his voice husky.
“O-Okay. What are the rules.” Mike stammered, erection already growing.
“One. No touching. Other than mouth-to-mouth contact between the two of us.”
Mike swallowed and Harvey’s eyes followed his adams apple as it bobbed.
“Two. You lose if you touch me first and vice versa.”
“And three.” Harvey leaned even closer, his lips almost touching Mike’s ear. “The winner gets to do whatever he wants with the loser.” His tongue darted out to lick Mike’s earlobe, wetting just the tip of it.
“Winner takes all?” Mike sat up straighter, the gears turning in his head rapidly as he considers the endless possibilities. He could tie Harvey up and tease him mercilessly. He could ride Harvey while he was blindfolded. He could muss up his perfectly gelled hair. He could…
Harvey laughed as he saw the many emotions flicker across Mike’s face. “Who said you’ll win, pup?”
“You are on, Harvey!” He was confident he could make the great Harvey Specter lose his control.
Harvey sat down next to Mike on the couch, his body tiled left. Mike did likewise, only his body was tilted to the right.
Harvey initiated the kiss. It was lips-on-lips at first, and he pressed in gently. The contact was light, barely a touch and Mike hummed. Then it was like a switch in Harvey was flicked and he pressed in harder, demanding entrance into Mike’s mouth. He opened instinctively and gasped. It was like an explosion of Harvey in his mouth. He was exploring shamelessly, pushing forward but his hands remained resolutely away from Mike.
Mike retaliated, pushing back with equal fierceness, taking control of the kiss. Tongue against tongue. He ran them across the upper lid of Harvey’s mouth and was rewarded with a groan that went straight into the fire in his pants.
Harvey pulled back slightly, taking a much-needed breath. Mike was going full out and he almost lost his control. He couldn’t lose. Wouldn’t lose to his puppy.
Mike smiled knowingly but before he could continue, Harvey was back, nipping on Mike’s swollen lower lip, tugging it playfully. Mike clenched his fists, shaking with the effort to not touch Harvey. His eyes were closed and his breathing was laboured. He could feel Harvey smirking against his lips but he was too far gone. He couldn’t. With Harvey this close, his scent was intoxicating. His lips were skilled and he knew exactly what buttons to push.
He had to touch. His erection was straining painfully against the confines of his slacks and he —
He gave up. He ran his hands up Harvey’s back, feeling the familiar contours of that lean muscle, his fingers frantically untucking the back of Harvey’s shirt. He needed skin. He had to feel it. Until Harvey broke the kiss and leaned back into the couch. Mike moaned at the loss of contact he craved, pouting at Harvey.
Harvey chuckled. “What’s the hurry, pup? I won.” He ran a tongue across his (now swollen and red) lips, looking perfectly sexy.
“I know.” Mike whined. “But. But. Let’s finish this first and then you can do whatever you want with me?” For full effect, he batted his eyelashes a little and Harvey couldn’t help but cave. He tugged Mike over and Mike understood, complying with the unspoken order, straddling Harvey.
He reached out, cupping the back of Harvey’s head as he leaned forward. This time, they kissed slowly and gently, both enjoying the moment, enjoying the touch and feel of each other.
They were both painfully aroused and when Harvey brushes his hand against the fabric at Mike’s groin, Mike gasped, hips thrusting forward, asking for the contact. Coincidentally, this movement brushes against Harvey’s and he arched away from the couch, pulling Mike closer to him until they were pressed chest-to-chest.
Fingers fumbled with belt buckles and buttons. Shirts were removed, flung carelessly onto the rug and in no time, they were both naked, breathing heavily, staring into each other’s eyes. And they moved as one, getting off the couch in one fluid motion that was borne out of experience and chemistry, heading towards Harvey’s bedroom.
The next morning, Mike’s sleep was rudely interrupted by a horny Harvey, whose mouth was sucking gently on the head of Mike’s half-hard penis which quickly hardened under Harvey’s expert ministrations.
“Ungggh.” Mike thrusted his hips into that welcoming warmth, making unintelligible sounds at the back of his throat. “Har- harvey.”
“Hmm?” The vibration in Harvey’s throat causing Mike to moan.
“Gonna come.”
With one slick motion, Harvey removed his mouth from Mike.
He looked him in the eye and said, that mischievous glint back, “You don’t get to.” Winking, Harvey left a pouty Mike on the bed.
1-0 to Harvey.
sandrine
