
if I’m not made for you then why does my heart tell me that am?
Exclusively Yours verse by tattooedsiren | Complete, 23K, Secretly married
“This is the untold story of Harvey and Mike, the moments both great and small which make up a life together. From the first morning they wake up together to their first work function after revealing the truth about their relationship and everything in-between.”
Did you ever hear of a hanger?
Hello!
Don’t be shy, there’s a whole bunch of us on here, we only bite when aroused. ^_^
“You know what? I’ve got a better idea.” Pulling Harvey close, Mike kissed him softly. “Why don’t you let me take care of you tonight?”
He seriously considers declining, he’s so exhausted that he just wants to crawl into bed and curl up with Mike in his arms. He can’t place the expression on Mike’s face, though, and it’s intriguing enough that he nods. The smile Mike returns is more than enough to convince him he’s made the right choice, and he slides his hands into Harvey’s back pockets in order to grab his ass as he kisses Harvey again, this time with more force as he pulls Harvey close. They stand there, lazily making out in the kitchen for a few minutes before Mike steps away, breathing heavily.
“Well, why don’t you go take a nice hot shower and meet me in the bedroom when you’re done? I’ll go get things set up.”
“Yeah?” This time, Harvey initiates the kiss, eyeing Mike suspiciously when he pulls away too soon and pats him on the ass once more. “Are you coming with me?”
Mike sighs, exasperated. “Go shower,” he repeats, raising an eyebrow when Harvey tilts his head and looks at him quizzically. “If you don’t, you don’t get to find out what I have planned for you.”
Harvey Specter is a grown goddamn man.
His condo is like a palace in the sky, an overpriced membership to the top car club in the city ensures he has a chance to play with all the best toys, and his tailor ensures he closely resembles a walking menswear ad. His very image is carefully crafted, nearly cliche in his portrayal of a successful businessman living the high life. He’s perfectly happy with all of this, and the seemingly endless line of beautiful bodies that join him for a night (or two, for the lucky few) are more than enough to ensure his sexual appetite is more than satisfied.
So, when he catches himself blatantly ogling Mike’s ass for the fourth time this week, he’s more than happy to suppress the urge to take him home and fuck him silly.
After all, he’s a grown goddamn man, and grown men don’t have ridiculous juvenile crushes on their associates. He’s perfectly capable of suppressing the urge to drag Mike home with him and chain him to his bed.
He is The Harvey Specter, and he certainly has more self control than that.
read it on the AO3 at http://bit.ly/12nKLlr
On a Friday night, Harvey barges into Mike’s apartment, demanding to borrow a tie and a pair of Converse. Why? He’s going to the Met Center Ball and the theme of said ball is Punk: From Chaos to Couture. Did Harvey forget to mention the fact that Mike’s going with him?
The beginning of this was part co-written, part rp’d with dietpunkfics … thanks, Megipedia!!!!
Words: 2142, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English
- Fandoms: Suits (TV)
- Rating: Mature
- Warnings: Author Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings
- Categories: M/M
- Characters: Mike Ross, Harvey Specter
- Relationships: Mike Ross/Harvey Specter
- Additional Tags: First Time, First Kiss, Blow Jobs, Hand Jobs, Pre-Slash
read it on the AO3 at http://bit.ly/12nKLlr