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The panties were just the start, they had to be. Fresh sunshine streaming through the condos windows and panties meant a day of teasing at the office, because it was always the office with them. They’re one date to Yankee Stadium hadn’t been worth it- it was baseball which is sacrosanct. Then after the day of teasing and being worked up and teased and Mike’s eyes finding his crotch every spare second, they’d barely make it through the door before grasping hands and desperate rutting took over. And then hasty blowjobs and cum stained silk and cotton.
It wasn’t even frequent- Mike only called on the privilege maybe, maybe, once a month. Always just after or smack in the middle of testy cases, clients, or trials. Truly, if Harvey thought about it for more than a minute, Mike was doing it for him. Caring for him.
Panties at night were new, though. Although the coil of deep crimson rope beside them was familiar, Harvard red and bought as a joke.
It wasn’t so funny anymore.
Mike hadn’t said anything either. They’d both stumbled in, Mike wired on RedBull and Harvey wired on Mike. Suits jackets and shoes had been divested at the door and takeout had been spread on the bar. Mike had let him win the coin toss for whatever stupid movie would play while they ate and cleaned.
It had been normal for them. Par for every other night they came home after a win that had been too hard fought to celebrate over.
“Go on into the bedroom,” Mike had said, grabbing the plates and walking to the sink. Nonchalant.
Harvey had rolled his eyes with a grin crinkling his cheeks. “Have I ever done what you tell me too?”
”More often with every day,” Mike shot back as he started the water.
And Harvey complied because, well, it’s Mike.
When he walked in, the little display on the bed stopped him short and had his mind somehow blanking and running a mile a minute. Mike had to have set this up when he’d run out the door after Harvey that morning.
“Put those on,” Mike's calm voice came from behind him.
They were new. Bikini cut, his favorite. Crimson like the rope. Mike had never delved into color. Always black or navy- something easy to ignore if something, anything, happened.
There was no ignoring the red silk panties with the dainty cream bow on the waistband.
Hands gently, always gently when Mike was in charge, wrapped around his waist as Mike rested his head on Harvey’s shoulder.
“This was a yes on the contract,” Mike said, but it lilted just enough to be a question.
Harvey threaded his fingers through Mikes - a snarky response on the tip of his tongue. But he didn’t want to say it. He didn’t want to be snarky or snippy or any of 147 other things he could be. He just wanted to be.
Harvey reached up and started unbuttoning his shirt.
“Good boy,” Mike rumbled, mimicking Harvey’s own tone, and kissed his cheek before coming around to lounge on their bed and watch. It wasn’t out of the ordinary for Mike to reference the first time Harvey had called him that. It settled a tension in Harvey’s shoulders that hadn’t loosened since maybe the last time Mike took charge.
Harvey was not a shy man, never had been, but there was something about staring into Mike’s eyes and his unashamed hunger that had Harvey’s cheeks warming.
His shirt came off. Then his pants. And then his boxer briefs. All neatly folded, to Mike’s fond eye roll, and put on the dresser.
Mike didn’t even say anything as Harvey’s hands twitched over the silk laying oh-so-innocently on the bed-just glanced at them and back at Harvey. Harvey smiled loosely, softly, and pulled the panties on. The fabric was familiar after almost a year of Mike blatantly abusing Harvey’s promise of a blowjob for every new pair. It was cool and smooth against his already hardening cock.
With spread arms, Harvey did a little spin to Mike's giggles and wolf whistles. Harvey caught a glance of Mike’s blushing cheeks and hungry eyes in the mirror over their dresser.
The bed creaked as Mike stood.
“Now sit,” and with a soft press, he pushed Harvey to sit on the bed.
This was when Harvey took in exactly how clothed Mike still was. They’d both lost their jackets and vests at the door and had been padding around barefoot during dinner. However, Mike had stayed in his slacks and shirt, all buttoned except the top two buttons. The line of his throat was unfair.
Harvey sat and scooted back until he was situated in the middle of the bed. Mike crawled up to meet him.
“Safeword?” Mike asked, grinning down from where he knelt and leaned over Harvey.
“Veritas.”
Mike kissed his forehead, the sap.
“Keep your eyes closed for me,” Mike said, and Harvey did without question. Mike kissed both of his eyelids, the bed dipping as he moved away.
It’s so quiet-just hands and skin and rope whispering in the silence and Harvey settled, for the first time in weeks it didn’t feel like he was about to come out of his skin. Keeping everything in order, making sure Mike was ok, avoiding punching Louis, not yelling at Jessica. It was so quiet and his head stopped buzzing. It’s so quiet and his head stopped buzzing.
The pressure from the rope and the surrenders of the knots worked. They squeezed an assurance that wrapped him from wrist to throat and from ankle to hip where Mike positioned him. It was almost as good as Mike hugging him. Close, but not quite.
Where the buzz that had filled Harvey’s head for so long quieted, a warm and drifting feeling entered. Safe and tethered but not required to think.
Mike's hands were brushing through his hair and the last knot had been secured who knows how long ago and Harvey hadn’t even had to ask.
And he just gets to float for a while.
-
“Come on baby,” Mike whispered. “Come back to me.”
His face was pressed into Harvey’s hair. All the product had been worked out of it from Mike’s restless fingers along with the tension that had been lining Harvey’s body.
Harvey blinked slowly, pulling out of the heavy feeling that had coated his mind so deliciously. “Hi.”
Mike's bright blue eyes found him with a grin. “Good?”
Always the need to check. “Perfect.”
Mike pressed a lingering kiss to his jaw. “Do you want more?”
“Please,” Harvey breathed. The fact his erection hadn’t abated during this was a shock, but not unwelcome.
“Okay baby, let me,” Mike murmured, moving to straddle Harvey’s bent knees where they were tied. His quick, sure fingers stroked Harvey’s cock over the silk, knuckles bumping along the rope where it framed him. There was already an impressive wet spot that only grew with Mike's touch.
Harvey didn’t have it in himself to even buck up into the movement, but let his head nestle into the crook of Mike's neck. As Mike’s hand sped up, Harvey sucked lightly at the skin pressed against his lips. Mike moaned, but his hand kept moving.
The floaty warmth that had pervaded Harvey’s mind aided the warmth coiled low in his abdomen. He was so at ease, so well cared for, and so electrified at the same time. Every shift, no matter how small, reminded him of the delicious restriction, the work Mike had put in. Each place the knots pressed lit his mind and heart ablaze and sent him higher into the clouds. Mike tied those knots, Mike’s hands were on him, Mike’s scent was fill his nose, filling his open mouth, surrounding him-pure bliss.
Harvey’s head was light, but the pressure pooling heavy in his body was unignorable. He knew, distantly, that he was whining, whimpering, as Mike’s hand kept working, but it all felt so far away. With one final flick of his thumb just over the head of Harvey’s cock-Harvey came with a sigh and a smile pressed against Mike's marked neck.
“Knew you’d like it,” Mike panted.
Harvey grinned a little loopily and looked at Mike's straining pants. With a quirked eyebrow, he asked, “Want me to do something about that?”
Mike leaned back. Just as Harvey thought he was about to say “yes” and claim the reward for the new panties that were blatantly cum stained, Mike brushed his fingers through Harvey’s hair with the dopiest smile. “Nah.”
Mike leaned around and started undoing the intricate knot work.
“Mike- ,” Harvey started to protest, the soft cloud of comfort dissipating.
“Harvey,” warmth coated Mike’s chiding tone. “No. I wanted to do this for you.”
Mike moved towards his back, unbraiding a chain he’d made. “You deserve to feel pretty and cared for and I wanted to do it.”
He kissed Harvey’s spine in between his shoulder blades. “So let me. Please.”
Harvey could never deny Mike anything.
The last of the rope slid away from his skin and Mike trailed kisses where it had left indents. The quiet returned along with the warmth.
Mike gently helped Harvey to stand. Slid the soiled silk down his thighs and tossed it towards the hallway to become the laundry room's problem later. He cupped Harvey’s cheek and kissed him. The first full kiss since they’d gotten home. Bursting with the love and care that they only let the other see.
The tile was cold on his bare feet but the just short of boiling water in the shower made it all worth it.
“Thank you,” Harvey whispered as Mike carefully washed him. He felt like Mike’s present, a cherished gift, and he was very, very okay with that.
“Anything for you, Harvey,” Mike kissed him sweetly. “You know that.”