Harvey absolutely does not start and his jaw does not drop and he’s features don’t express surprise or pride or a healthy dose of lust. Mike smiles at him, like he can see straight through Harvey’s expertly schooled expression to the truth underneath, and Harvey reluctantly thinks that he probably can. Mike slowly walks into the room, hands shoved deep into his pockets. His arms have brushed back his suit jacket, perfectly framing the vest of his clearly new three piece suit.
Harvey slowly rakes his eyes over Mike’s form. His suit is expensive (and has three pieces, he can’t wrap his brain around that even as he stares at the evidence right in front of him), his tie isn’t skinny, his hair is styled but not slicked. He sees Mike’s eyes fly to his mouth, and Harvey realises he must’ve licked his lips while blatantly staring at Mike.
“I take it you approve?” Mike asks, voice low.
Harvey grabs at a pen on his desk, shifts in his seat, feels restless and on edge. Mike grins, large and unabashed. He knows exactly the effect he has on Harvey at the best of times, but this, this is crossing the line.
“Grab your stuff,” Harvey says, standing and buttoning his jacket and physically pushing Mike from the office and watching him stumble to his cubicle. He tells Donna they are going to talk to a witness (“Sure you are, Harvey,” she replies with a wink) and Harvey meets Mike downstairs in the lobby.
Luckily Harvey’s condo isn’t far, and they manage the cab ride over and the torturously slow elevator ride in silence, not touching, barely even looking at each other. But as soon as they walk through the front door Harvey has his hands on Mike, their bodies are pressed together, mouths moving together hungrily. Harvey’s fingertips glide reverently over the soft material of Mike’s vest.
“I take it you approve?” Mike asks once more as his mouth presses into the hollow of Harvey’s throat.
“Yes,” Harvey groans, clutching at Mike desperately, needing to get closer, needing to have more. He pushes Mike’s jacket from his shoulders, begins unbuttoning the far too many buttons on the vest, growls with impatience.
Mike laughs. “Now you know what it’s like for me trying to get through all your damn layers.”
Harvey undoes the last button with a flourish and a grin. Mike nods approvingly before Harvey carefully pushes the material from his body.
Harvey kisses him again, nimble fingers working at the clothes that separate them until there is nothing left.
