project on you by 1001cranes (NC-17)

[christycorr]

Fandom: SUITS
Pairing: Harvey/Mike
Length: 8,295 words
Author on LJ: 1001cranes
Author Website: AO3 profile
Why this must be read:

This is secretly-a-virgin!fic: Mike accidentally blurts out something that leads Harvey to realise that he's never had sex, and Harvey suddenly finds himself slightly fixated on the idea. The idea's been Jossed, but while virginity kink is not something I'm all that fond of normally, I rather like how it's set up here. I'm especially fond of this Harvey, who is half douchebag and half thoroughly self-indulgent as he convinces himself to go through with this.

Thinking about Mike's sex life used to be a source of amusement, if anything, and now -- now Harvey can’t stop about it. Mike’s big doe eyes, the way he always looks to Harvey for direction, for validation. The way he is clearly so fucking lost for someone so goddamn smart, and maybe Harvey is retrofitting the evidence – he’s always looking for his own angle, the support for his own story, nobody else’s – but there's the way Mike's eyes track Harvey whenever he's in the room, the way he relaxes under Harvey's hand, slowly, like he expects more, or maybe just doesn't expect anything at all, like maybe he's never had a kind hand on him in a very, very long time.

Which should be more depressing than anything, right? That's a depressing thought. Harvey's a little out of touch with parts of the spectrum of human emotion, but he's pretty sure he's supposed to find that depressing, not hot.

Tell that to his dick, though, because his dick thinks it's hot. And tell that to his hands - try to explain what Harvey's hands are constantly doing, pressing onto Mike's shoulders, thumb tracing over the vertebrae in the back of his neck; ruffling Mike's hair, nails dragging over Mike's scalp. Resting on the small of Mike's back for the briefest of moments, herding him this way and that, jump when I say jump, forget asking how high, as high as you can. And Harvey can't stop watching Mike, every move, the way he absentmindedly touches the ends of his ties, the way his mouth falls open when Harvey's done something particularly impressive. He's soft, he's wide-eyed, untouched and innocent like some goddamn baby animal only Disney could dream up, and all Harvey can think about is putting his hand over Mike's mouth the next time he opens it in some stupid protest, shoving two fingers inside, watching Mike's tongue work around them, confused, that stupid look on his face, but not trying to get away. Not making Harvey stop.

He really shouldn't be getting off on this.

He is, though.

For the record.

project on you