Harvey Specter had a different woman every week. He had blondes and brunettes and red heads, professionals and servers and college students. Harvey Specter got whomever he wanted, whenever he wanted them.
He’d barely made it through the door from fucking with Tanner when he was stripping out his clothes, dropping his vest by the door, his shirt over the back of the couch, his shoes one by one in the hall. He shucked his pants at the foot of the stairs and hauled up two at a time, stopping at the landing to hook out of his socks and skin out of his undershirt. He huffed an irritated breath when he ducked into the bathroom and peeled out of his briefs, hissing slightly at the cool air on his cock as he slapped the tap on and ducked under.
It had been so long since he’d taken matters to hand that he was almost too rough, fingers tight and palm dry. He shuddered once and braced his forearm against the tile to rest his forehead against and pulled his hand back to lick a stripe down his palm before curling his fingers around his cock again and stroking loosely once. His mouth dropped open at the slide as his eyes rolled back on a low groan and he started to move, pushing with his toes to rock up against his hand as he adopted a steady slide.
He could see him still, with that cocky laugh and those impossibly blue eyes, and thought about his fingers in Tanner’s hair to hold him still as he fucked his mouth. He shivered at the image when it seared into his mind’s eye and swiped his thumb through the welling slick on the head of his cock, stroking faster when his heartbeat kicked up. He set his teeth against his wrist and listened, to the pound of his pulse, the steady slap of the heel of his hand against his stomach, the sound that the water made as it sloped over his shoulder and hit the tile. He heard the low rumble of Tanner’s laugh in the back of his mind and came with a shout, pulsing hotly against the tile and stilling completely as his whole body seized.
Harvey Specter could have anyone he wanted unless he didn’t speak up and then? Then he only had himself.
— by harveyspecteresq (x)
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there was an ellie in my high school graduating class (actually there were two, but i’m talking about this one). she was ridiculously tall and super thin and very politic and outrageously smart and COMPLETELY INTIMIDATED ME. we weren’t very close because of that, but we didn’t hate each other either — obviously. i’m trying to think of any wonderfully awesome story for her but i’m blanking. at best i’ll give you this:
the only time i felt some sort of awesome bond with ellie was when i bumped into her the new years eve AFTER we’d graduated from high school. we were in vienna, and i’m pretty sure it was after midnight and we were COMPLETELY wasted and both at this bar with a bunch of other people from our graduating class. at the time, i was broken up with colin but he was there and we had been hooking up again (and in fact went home together that night) and ellie had broken up with her high school boyfriend franz but they were also still hooking up. and so when we bumped into each other, we decided to laugh and bond over the ridiculousness of the two of us having ex-boyfriends with benefits.
Ellie started it.
TECHNICALLY KAT STARTED IT.