s/9619469/1/Crumbled -Translated to Russian by JimmysDream.

The room was dark, only what light filtered in from the ever busy New York City lit up their bodies.

Harvey could faintly make out the contours of his young associate Mike's body. But that was not what he was concentrating on. He was more focused on the way Mike's body moved up and down, consuming Harvey's mind as he arched up to meet each movement of Mike as he rode Harvey's dick.

"Oh God, Mike," Harvey muttered, his body moving on its own accord now. It screamed 'yes' as he thrust up into Mike's ass.

Mike gripped Harvey's shoulder, head back and mouth open as he moved.

Holding the younger man's hips, Harvey leaned forward and kissed that taunt neck. He dragged his teeth down toward one collarbone, enjoying the whimpers and moans coming from Mike's mouth.

"Harvey," he cried, thrusting down harder and faster as his moans grew.

"Yes," Harvey said, meeting each thrust with all of his strength.

"Harvey," Mike pleaded.

The older man could not find the words, he hummed with pleasure and could feel his orgasm rushing towards him.

"God," Mike moved in a frenzy. "Fuck! Harvey!" Mike called, his hands tightening on Harvey's shoulders.

Harvey felt a white hot rush of pleasure cover his body. Finally, Harvey fell over and they hit the sheets in a tangle of heavy limbs, sweat and cum covering them.

Catching their breaths, they remained intertwined until finally Mike shifted and pulled off Harvey's softening cock. Groaning, Mike looked over at Harvey. "Wow," he said.

"I know," Harvey grinned.

"No, I mean wow you are in so over your head."

"What?" Harvey asked, still too relaxed to be too worried.

"Having hot and sweaty dreams about me, Harvey? You're going to hate yourself for this," Mike said, with a slight smirk.

"What?" Harvey asked, with more demand.

"You should probably wake up. Your alarm will probably be go-"

A loud beep shook through the dream.

Harvey sat straight up, his dick and thighs resting against a wet top sheet as he looked around his bedroom finding no trace of Mike Ross anywhere.

His heart kept began racing as he remembered the dream. He looked around and then down at the sheet, and put his hand to him mouth and whispered, "oh, shit."