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The Slightest Pressure by Arineat (Explicit)
I'm pretty cold tonight, so I figured I'd finish the year out with something hot ;) I think you'll like this one.
Had fun this month, guys! Happy New Years!
Fandom: UITS
Pairing: Harvey/Mike
Length: 200 words
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arineat
Author Website AO3 profile
Why this must be read:
In Mike’s fantasies, Harvey’s kisses vary. Some are firm and skillful, as sure and matter-of-fact as Harvey is when he’s closing an easy case. Others are harsh and impatient, almost punishing, reminiscent of those times when Mike fucks up and Harvey tears into him. None of his fantasies, however, prepare him from the reality of the moment Harvey actually does kiss him.
It’s late and the office is deserted. Mike’s just found their saving grace in the form of a well-hidden loophole in their client’s contract and Harvey is pleased enough to actually give him a proper smile, which makes Mike beam back with a ridiculous sense of pride. Something in Harvey’s expression shifts and before Mike knows it, he’s being gently pushed up against the glass wall of Harvey’s office, Harvey’s hands a feather-light pressure at his waist as his lips brush like a whisper over Mike’s.
Mike’s heart is pounding violently, reverberating in his chest and down to his suddenly-hard cock. His fingers are curled tightly in Harvey’s crisp, white shirt, though he doesn’t remember lifting his arms. They stand there for a moment, staring at each other, before Harvey shifts close again, slots their hips together, and kisses him more firmly. It’s the slowest, sweetest kiss Mike has ever tasted and it tears a heartfelt moan from him. When Harvey’s tongue slips between his lips, the slick glide of it against Mike’s is too much and before he can even process what’s happening, Mike’s coming with a gasp of Harvey’s name.
When Mike comes back to himself, he finds he’s clutching Harvey’s arms so tight his fingertips are white, feels the sticky mess of his underwear. Harvey’s staring at him with shock, his lips wet and a flush on his cheeks as he looks from Mike’s face, down to the growing wet patch on his pants, and back again. A wave of mortification sweeps over Mike. One kiss, one brush of Harvey’s tongue, and Mike had come faster than a teenager with morning wood.
“Did you...did you just-”
“Fuck.”
The Slightest Pressure
Had fun this month, guys! Happy New Years!
Fandom: UITS
Pairing: Harvey/Mike
Length: 200 words
Author on LJ
arineatAuthor Website AO3 profile
Why this must be read:
Mike has been fantasizing about kissing Harvey Specter since the day he met him. He just didn't realize his fantasies would lead to such a visceral (and embarrassing) reaction.
Or Mike has a hair-trigger. Need I say more?
Mike has been fantasizing about kissing Harvey Specter since the day he met him. There’s just something about him that has always made Mike sit up and take notice, even before he’d gotten to know him as a person (though now that he does, Mike only wants him that much more). He’s lost count of how many times he’s just sat and stared at Harvey’s mouth, watching his lips change shape around words and imagining how they’d fit against his own. Just the thought of it makes him hard and he’s never been more grateful for his eidetic memory; even if he spaces out in his fantasy land, he still retains whatever Harvey’s saying, saving them both the awkwardness of Harvey cluing in on Mike’s fascination.
In Mike’s fantasies, Harvey’s kisses vary. Some are firm and skillful, as sure and matter-of-fact as Harvey is when he’s closing an easy case. Others are harsh and impatient, almost punishing, reminiscent of those times when Mike fucks up and Harvey tears into him. None of his fantasies, however, prepare him from the reality of the moment Harvey actually does kiss him.
It’s late and the office is deserted. Mike’s just found their saving grace in the form of a well-hidden loophole in their client’s contract and Harvey is pleased enough to actually give him a proper smile, which makes Mike beam back with a ridiculous sense of pride. Something in Harvey’s expression shifts and before Mike knows it, he’s being gently pushed up against the glass wall of Harvey’s office, Harvey’s hands a feather-light pressure at his waist as his lips brush like a whisper over Mike’s.
Mike’s heart is pounding violently, reverberating in his chest and down to his suddenly-hard cock. His fingers are curled tightly in Harvey’s crisp, white shirt, though he doesn’t remember lifting his arms. They stand there for a moment, staring at each other, before Harvey shifts close again, slots their hips together, and kisses him more firmly. It’s the slowest, sweetest kiss Mike has ever tasted and it tears a heartfelt moan from him. When Harvey’s tongue slips between his lips, the slick glide of it against Mike’s is too much and before he can even process what’s happening, Mike’s coming with a gasp of Harvey’s name.
When Mike comes back to himself, he finds he’s clutching Harvey’s arms so tight his fingertips are white, feels the sticky mess of his underwear. Harvey’s staring at him with shock, his lips wet and a flush on his cheeks as he looks from Mike’s face, down to the growing wet patch on his pants, and back again. A wave of mortification sweeps over Mike. One kiss, one brush of Harvey’s tongue, and Mike had come faster than a teenager with morning wood.
“Did you...did you just-”
“Fuck.”
The Slightest Pressure