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The apartment door clicked shut behind them, the sound echoing in the quiet space. Mike stood in the entryway, his heart already racing, anticipation thrumming through his veins. He could feel Harvey's presence behind him—solid, commanding, inevitable.
"Don't move," Harvey said, his voice low and authoritative.
Mike froze, his breath catching. He heard Harvey's footsteps, the rustle of fabric as the older man removed his jacket, the clink of his watch being set on the side table. Every sound seemed amplified in the charged silence.
Harvey circled around to face him, his dark eyes assessing. Mike felt pinned under that gaze, exposed even though he was still fully clothed. Harvey reached out, his fingers grazing Mike's jaw, tilting his face up.
"You've been thinking about this all day, haven't you?" Harvey's thumb traced Mike's lower lip. "Distracted during the deposition. Couldn't focus on the brief."
Mike's breath hitched. "Yes," he whispered.
"Yes, what?"
"Yes, I've been thinking about it." Mike's voice was barely audible. "About you. About this."
Harvey's smile was slow, satisfied. "Good boy. At least you're honest." His hand slid down to Mike's throat, not squeezing, just resting there—a reminder of control. "You know what you need, don't you, puppy?"
The nickname sent a shiver through Mike's entire body. His knees felt weak. "Yes."
"Then show me." Harvey stepped back, his arms crossing over his chest. "Strip. Slowly."
Mike's hands trembled as he reached for his tie, fumbling with the knot. Harvey watched with patient intensity, his gaze tracking every movement. The tie came loose, and Mike let it fall to the floor. His fingers moved to his shirt buttons, working them open one by one.
"Slower," Harvey commanded. "I want to see you."
Mike forced himself to slow down, even though every nerve in his body was screaming to rush, to get to the part where Harvey touched him. He shrugged the shirt off his shoulders, let it drop. His undershirt followed. The cool air of the apartment raised goosebumps on his skin.
"Beautiful," Harvey murmured, his eyes darkening. "Keep going."
Mike's hands went to his belt, unbuckling it with shaking fingers. The leather slid free with a whisper of sound. He unbuttoned his pants, lowered the zipper, pushed them down his hips. He stepped out of them, standing in just his boxer briefs and socks.
"Everything," Harvey said.
Mike hooked his thumbs in the waistband of his underwear, hesitating for just a moment before pushing them down. His cock was already half-hard, responding to Harvey's attention, to the anticipation building in the room. He kicked off his socks, standing completely naked while Harvey remained fully dressed.
The power dynamic was intoxicating.
Harvey approached slowly, circling Mike like a predator. His hand trailed across Mike's shoulders, down his spine, making Mike shiver. "So eager already," Harvey observed. "Look at you, puppy. Already getting hard for me and I've barely touched you."
Mike whimpered, unable to help himself.
"Bedroom," Harvey ordered. "On the bed. On your hands and knees."
Mike moved quickly, his body responding to the command before his mind fully processed it. He climbed onto Harvey's bed, positioning himself as instructed. The sheets were cool against his palms and knees. He could hear Harvey behind him, moving around the room, and the not-knowing made his heart race faster.
Then Harvey's hand was on his back, warm and firm, pressing down slightly. "Lower," Harvey instructed. "Chest to the bed. Ass up."
Mike obeyed, lowering his upper body until his chest pressed against the mattress, his ass raised. The position made him feel incredibly vulnerable, incredibly exposed. Another whimper escaped his throat.
"Perfect," Harvey praised, his hand sliding down Mike's spine. "Such a good puppy, doing exactly what you're told."
The praise made Mike's cock twitch, made warmth flood through his chest. He lived for these words, for Harvey's approval.
Harvey's hands began to explore, mapping the planes of Mike's back, the curve of his ass, the backs of his thighs. The touches were firm but not yet sexual—possessive, claiming. Mike's breathing grew heavier, his body responding to every caress.
"You're so responsive," Harvey murmured, his fingers tracing patterns on Mike's skin. "So sensitive. I love that about you, puppy. The way you react to every touch."
Mike made a soft sound, somewhere between a whimper and a moan. His hips shifted restlessly, seeking more contact.
"Patience," Harvey chided gently, his hand coming down in a light smack on Mike's ass. Not hard enough to hurt, just enough to make Mike gasp. "Good boys wait for what they need."
"I'm trying," Mike breathed, his fingers clutching at the sheets.
"I know you are." Harvey's voice was warm with approval. "And you're doing so well."
Harvey's hands continued their exploration, moving to Mike's sides, his ribs, the sensitive skin of his inner thighs. Mike trembled under the attention, small sounds escaping him with increasing frequency. When Harvey's fingers finally brushed against his cock, Mike couldn't suppress the desperate yip that tore from his throat.
"There's my puppy," Harvey said, satisfaction clear in his voice. "So needy. So desperate for me."
"Please," Mike whimpered. "Harvey, please—"
"Shh." Harvey's hand wrapped around Mike's cock, stroking slowly. "I'm going to take care of you. But first, I want to enjoy you. Want to worship this beautiful body."
Harvey's other hand continued to roam, touching and teasing, while he stroked Mike with maddening slowness. Mike's hips began to move, trying to thrust into Harvey's grip, but Harvey's hand on his hip stopped him.
"Stay still," Harvey commanded. "Let me touch you. Let me make you feel good."
Mike forced himself to stillness, though his whole body was trembling with the effort. Harvey's hands were everywhere—stroking his cock, caressing his balls, trailing up his spine, squeezing his ass. The sensations built and built, pleasure coiling tighter in Mike's gut.
"That's it," Harvey praised. "Such a good boy, staying still for me. I know it's hard, puppy. I know you want to move, want to chase your pleasure. But you're being so good, letting me control this."
Mike whined, high and needy, his tongue pressing against his lower lip as he panted. The praise made everything more intense, made him want to be even better, to please Harvey even more.
Harvey's hand left Mike's cock, and Mike couldn't help the disappointed sound that escaped him. But then Harvey was moving, and Mike felt the bed dip as Harvey climbed on behind him. Harvey's hands gripped Mike's hips, pulling him back slightly, adjusting his position.
"So perfect like this," Harvey murmured, his hands sliding up Mike's back. "Bent over for me, so eager and willing. My beautiful puppy."
Mike felt Harvey lean down, and then there were lips on his spine, kissing a path down his back. Mike gasped, his body arching into the touch. Harvey's mouth was hot against his skin, his kisses alternating between gentle and demanding. He kissed down to the small of Mike's back, then lower, his hands spreading Mike's ass cheeks.
"Harvey—" Mike's voice broke on the name.
"I've got you," Harvey assured him. His thumbs stroked along the crease of Mike's ass, teasing but not yet touching where Mike needed him most. "Going to make you feel so good, puppy. Going to take you apart."
Mike whimpered, his hips trying to push back, seeking more contact. Harvey's hands held him steady, controlled his movements. The older man's mouth continued its exploration, kissing and licking and occasionally biting gently at Mike's skin. Every touch sent sparks of pleasure through Mike's body.
When Harvey's tongue finally traced along his crack, Mike cried out, his whole body jerking. Harvey's hands tightened on his hips, holding him in place as his tongue explored, teasing Mike's entrance with light, maddening touches.
"Oh god," Mike gasped, his fingers twisting in the sheets. "Oh god, Harvey—"
"Taste so good," Harvey murmured against his skin. "Love having you like this, puppy. So open for me. So willing to let me do whatever I want."
Mike could only whine in response, his mind going hazy with pleasure. Harvey's tongue continued its torment, circling and pressing but never quite giving Mike what he needed. Mike's cock was achingly hard, leaking onto the sheets beneath him, but Harvey wasn't touching it. All of Mike's focus was on Harvey's mouth, on the building need for more.
"Please," Mike finally begged, his voice wrecked. "Please, Harvey, I need—"
"What do you need, puppy?" Harvey pulled back slightly, his breath hot against Mike's sensitive skin. "Tell me."
"Need you inside," Mike whimpered. "Need more, please—"
"Such a good boy, asking so nicely." Harvey pressed a kiss to Mike's ass cheek. "I'll give you what you need."
Mike heard the sound of the nightstand drawer opening, the click of the lube bottle. His whole body tensed with anticipation, trembling. Harvey's hand returned to his back, stroking soothingly.
"Relax, puppy," Harvey instructed. "Breathe for me."
Mike tried to obey, taking deep breaths, forcing his muscles to unclench. He heard the slick sound of Harvey coating his fingers, and then Harvey's hand was there, one slick finger circling his entrance.
"That's it," Harvey praised. "So good, puppy. Just relax and let me in."
The first finger pushed inside slowly, and Mike gasped at the intrusion. It had been a few days since they'd done this, and his body needed time to adjust. Harvey moved carefully, working his finger in and out with patient precision.
"Breathe," Harvey reminded him. "You're doing so well. Taking my finger so perfectly."
Mike panted, his mouth falling open as Harvey worked him open. The initial discomfort faded, replaced by a growing pleasure. His hips began to rock back, meeting Harvey's thrusts.
"There you go," Harvey encouraged. "That's my good puppy. Getting so eager for it."
Harvey added more lube, then pressed a second finger alongside the first. Mike whined at the stretch, his body tensing momentarily before relaxing again. Harvey's other hand stroked his hip, his thigh, grounding him.
"Look at you," Harvey murmured, his voice thick with desire. "Taking two fingers now. Opening up so beautifully for me. Such a good boy."
Mike's sounds grew louder—whimpers and gasps and broken moans. His tongue lolled out slightly as he panted, too overwhelmed to keep his mouth closed. Harvey's fingers moved steadily, pushing in and pulling out, stretching him, preparing him.
"More," Mike gasped. "Please, Harvey, more—"
"Greedy puppy," Harvey said, but there was affection in his voice. "Always wanting more. That's okay. I love how eager you are."
Harvey added a third finger, and Mike cried out at the stretch. It was almost too much, riding the edge between pleasure and pain. But Harvey's fingers moved with expert precision, finding that spot inside Mike that made stars burst behind his eyelids.
"There it is," Harvey said with satisfaction as Mike's whole body jerked. "That's what you need, isn't it, puppy?"
"Yes!" Mike's voice was high and desperate. "Yes, there, please—"
Harvey's fingers pressed against that spot again and again, his other hand finally wrapping around Mike's cock. The dual stimulation was overwhelming. Mike's hips bucked frantically, caught between Harvey's fingers inside him and Harvey's hand on his cock. Desperate yips and whines escaped him with every thrust.
"So beautiful like this," Harvey praised, his voice rough. "My perfect puppy, so desperate and needy. You love this, don't you? Love being good for me."
"Love it," Mike gasped, barely coherent. "Love you, love this, love—"
His words dissolved into another high whine as Harvey's fingers curled inside him. His tongue hung out of his mouth as he panted, drool threatening at the corner of his lips. He was completely lost to sensation, to the pleasure Harvey was giving him.
"That's it, puppy," Harvey encouraged. "Let go. Let me see how good I make you feel."
Mike's body was trembling, pleasure coiling tighter and tighter in his gut. He was close, so close, his cock throbbing in Harvey's grip. His sounds grew more desperate, more animalistic—pure need vocalized.
"Harvey," Mike whimpered. "Harvey, I'm gonna—I need to—"
And then Harvey stopped.
His fingers stilled inside Mike, his hand releasing Mike's cock. Mike made a sound of pure distress, his hips trying to move, trying to chase the pleasure that had been so close.
"Not yet," Harvey said firmly, his hand on Mike's hip holding him still. "Not until I say so."
"Please," Mike begged, his voice breaking. "Please, Harvey, I was so close—"
"I know, puppy." Harvey's fingers moved again, but slowly now, teasingly. "But good boys wait. Good boys take what their owner gives them and say thank you."
Mike whimpered, tears of frustration pricking at his eyes. His whole body was wound tight, desperate for release. But he forced himself to still, to submit to Harvey's control.
"That's my good boy," Harvey praised, his fingers resuming their movement. "So obedient. Even when it's hard, even when you want to cum so badly. You're being so good for me."
The praise helped, made the denial easier to bear. Mike focused on Harvey's voice, on being good, on pleasing him. Harvey built the pleasure again, his fingers moving with purpose, his other hand returning to Mike's cock.
"You're doing so well, puppy," Harvey murmured. "Taking everything I give you. Being so patient. I'm so proud of you."
Mike's sounds grew desperate again, his body climbing toward that peak. And again, just as he was about to tip over the edge, Harvey stopped.
"No," Mike sobbed. "Please, Harvey, please—"
"Shh," Harvey soothed, his hand stroking Mike's back. "I know, puppy. I know it's hard. But you can take it. You can be good for me."
Mike was shaking, his whole body trembling with need. Tears leaked from the corners of his eyes, his breath coming in ragged gasps. But he didn't protest again, didn't beg. He submitted, trusting Harvey to take care of him.
"Such a good puppy," Harvey praised, his voice warm with approval. "So obedient. So perfect. I think you've earned your reward."
Harvey's fingers began to move again, faster now, harder. His hand worked Mike's cock with purpose, no more teasing. Mike's sounds were constant now—whines and yips and broken moans filling the room.
"That's it," Harvey encouraged. "Let me hear you, puppy. Show me how good this feels."
Mike's tongue hung out of his mouth as he panted desperately, completely lost to sensation. Harvey's fingers pressed against that perfect spot inside him, over and over, while his hand stroked Mike's cock in time with his thrusts.
"You're so close," Harvey observed. "I can feel it. Your body's trembling, clenching around my fingers. You want to cum so badly, don't you, puppy?"
"Yes," Mike gasped. "Yes, please, Harvey, please let me—"
"Then do it," Harvey commanded. "Cum for me, puppy. Show me what a good boy you are. Cum on my fingers."
Permission granted, Mike's body obeyed immediately. His orgasm crashed through him like a tidal wave, pleasure so intense it was almost painful. He came with a broken cry, spilling over Harvey's hand, his body clenching rhythmically around Harvey's fingers. His whole body went taut, every muscle tensing, his mouth falling open wider as he panted and moaned through the waves of pleasure.
"That's it," Harvey praised, working him through it. "Good boy. Such a good boy. That's perfect, puppy. You did so well. So beautiful when you cum for me."
The orgasm seemed to go on forever, pleasure rolling through Mike in waves. When it finally subsided, he collapsed forward, boneless and trembling. Harvey's fingers slipped out of him carefully, and Mike whimpered at the loss.
"I've got you," Harvey murmured, his hands gentle now as he helped Mike roll onto his side. "You did so good for me, puppy. So perfect."
Mike's eyes were glazed, his breathing still ragged. Harvey stretched out beside him, pulling Mike into his arms. Mike curled into Harvey's chest immediately, seeking comfort and warmth.
"Such a good boy," Harvey said softly, stroking Mike's hair. "You took everything I gave you. I'm so proud of you."
Mike made a soft, contented sound, nuzzling into Harvey's neck. They lay like that for several minutes, Harvey's hands moving soothingly over Mike's back while Mike's breathing gradually returned to normal.
"How are you feeling, puppy?" Harvey asked eventually.
"Good," Mike mumbled against Harvey's skin. "So good. Thank you."
"You don't have to thank me." Harvey pressed a kiss to Mike's temple. "Taking care of you is my pleasure."
Mike's hand moved to Harvey's chest, feeling the fabric of his shirt. "You're still dressed," he observed, his voice still slightly dazed.
"I am," Harvey agreed.
Mike's hand moved lower, finding the obvious bulge in Harvey's pants. "You didn't—"
"This was about you," Harvey said. "About making you feel good."
But Mike was already moving, his energy returning. He pushed at Harvey's shoulder, urging him onto his back. "Want to make you feel good too," Mike said, his eyes clearer now, focused. "Please, Harvey. Let me."
Harvey studied him for a moment, then nodded. "Alright, puppy. Show me what you can do."
Mike's hands went to Harvey's shirt, unbuttoning it with more coordination than he'd had earlier. He pushed the fabric aside, revealing Harvey's chest. Mike leaned down, pressing kisses to Harvey's skin, his tongue tracing the lines of muscle.
"Good boy," Harvey murmured, his hand coming up to tangle in Mike's hair. "Take your time."
Mike worked his way down Harvey's body, kissing and licking, occasionally biting gently. His hands moved to Harvey's belt, unbuckling it and pulling it free. He unbuttoned Harvey's pants, lowered the zipper, and pulled them down along with his underwear.
Harvey's cock was hard and flushed, and Mike's mouth watered at the sight. He wrapped his hand around it, stroking slowly, watching Harvey's face for his reaction.
"That's it," Harvey encouraged, his hips lifting slightly into Mike's touch. "Just like that, puppy."
Mike leaned down, his tongue darting out to lick the head of Harvey's cock. Harvey's hand tightened in his hair, and Mike took that as encouragement. He took Harvey into his mouth, sucking gently, his tongue swirling around the head.
"Fuck," Harvey breathed. "Good boy. Such a good mouth."
Mike worked Harvey's cock with enthusiasm, taking him deeper, his hand stroking what he couldn't fit in his mouth. He loved this—loved the weight of Harvey on his tongue, the sounds Harvey made, the way Harvey's hand guided him.
"That's enough," Harvey said after a few minutes, tugging gently on Mike's hair. "Come here."
Mike released Harvey's cock with a wet pop, looking up at him with questioning eyes.
"Want to be inside you," Harvey said. "Want to feel you. Can you take more, puppy?"
Mike's cock, which had been softening, twitched with renewed interest. "Yes," he said immediately. "Yes, please."
Harvey smiled, reaching for the lube again. "On your back," he instructed. "Want to see your face this time."
Mike rolled onto his back, his legs falling open automatically. Harvey moved between them, his hands running up Mike's thighs. He added more lube, his fingers slipping inside Mike easily now, checking that he was still open enough.
"Still so ready for me," Harvey observed. "Such a good puppy."
He withdrew his fingers, coating his cock with lube. Mike watched, his breath catching in anticipation. Harvey lined himself up, the head of his cock pressing against Mike's entrance.
"Ready?" Harvey asked.
"Yes," Mike breathed. "Please, Harvey."
Harvey pushed inside slowly, and Mike gasped at the stretch. It was different from fingers—fuller, more intense. Harvey moved carefully, giving Mike time to adjust, his eyes never leaving Mike's face.
"Breathe, puppy," Harvey reminded him. "You can take it. You're doing so well."
Mike forced himself to relax, to breathe, and Harvey slid deeper. When he was fully seated, they both paused, adjusting to the sensation. Mike felt impossibly full, stretched and claimed.
"Okay?" Harvey asked, his hand cupping Mike's face.
"Yes," Mike said. "More than okay. Perfect."
Harvey began to move, slow and steady at first. Mike's hands came up to grip Harvey's shoulders, his legs wrapping around Harvey's waist. The angle was different like this, more intimate. They could see each other's faces, could kiss.
Harvey leaned down, capturing Mike's mouth in a deep kiss. Mike moaned into it, his body moving to meet Harvey's thrusts. The pleasure built again, different from before—slower, deeper, more connected.
"So good," Harvey murmured against Mike's lips. "Feel so good around me, puppy. So perfect."
Mike whimpered, his sounds muffled by Harvey's mouth. Harvey's thrusts grew harder, faster, and Mike could feel another orgasm building despite having just cum. His cock was trapped between their bodies, getting friction with every thrust.
"Touch yourself," Harvey instructed, pulling back slightly. "Want to watch you."
Mike's hand moved between them, wrapping around his cock. He stroked in time with Harvey's thrusts, his other hand still gripping Harvey's shoulder.
"That's it," Harvey encouraged. "Such a good boy. Going to cum again for me, aren't you?"
"Yes," Mike gasped. "Close, Harvey, I'm close—"
"Me too," Harvey admitted, his thrusts becoming less controlled. "Cum with me, puppy. Want to feel you."
Mike's hand moved faster, his body tensing. Harvey's cock hit that perfect spot inside him, and Mike came with a cry, his body clenching around Harvey. The sensation pushed Harvey over the edge, and he thrust deep, spilling inside Mike with a groan.
They stayed like that for a moment, both panting, both trembling. Then Harvey carefully pulled out, and Mike whimpered at the loss. Harvey collapsed beside him, pulling Mike into his arms.
"So good," Harvey murmured, pressing kisses to Mike's face. "You were so good, puppy. So perfect."
Mike was boneless, completely spent. He curled into Harvey's embrace, his eyes already drooping. Harvey's hands moved over him soothingly, gentle and caring.
"Let me clean you up," Harvey said after a moment.
He got up, returning with a warm washcloth. He cleaned Mike carefully, gently, his touches tender. Mike made soft sounds of contentment, too tired to do more than that. When Harvey was done, he cleaned himself quickly, then climbed back into bed, pulling the covers over them both.
Mike immediately curled back into Harvey's side, his head on Harvey's chest. Harvey's arms wrapped around him, holding him close.
"You did so well tonight," Harvey said softly, his fingers carding through Mike's hair. "I'm so proud of you, puppy. You were perfect."
"Love you," Mike mumbled, already half-asleep.
"I love you too," Harvey replied, pressing a kiss to the top of Mike's head. "My good boy. My perfect puppy."
Mike made a soft, happy sound, nuzzling closer. Harvey continued to stroke his hair, his other hand rubbing soothing circles on Mike's back. The room was quiet except for their breathing, now slow and even.
"Sleep, puppy," Harvey murmured. "I've got you. You're safe."
Mike's breathing deepened, his body going completely lax as sleep claimed him. Harvey held him close, protective and possessive. In this moment, with Mike safe in his arms, everything was exactly as it should be.
Harvey stayed awake a little longer, watching Mike sleep, feeling the steady rise and fall of his chest. He pressed another kiss to Mike's hair, his arms tightening slightly.
"My good boy," he whispered. "Always."
And then, finally, Harvey let himself drift off too, holding Mike close, both of them safe and satisfied and exactly where they belonged.