A/Ns: Yay secret epilogue! And porny goodness. ...not sure porny is a word. oh well. Like anyone is actually reading this... there is porny below, why would you read my rambles... No seriously. PORN.

Two Weeks Later: Sunday Morning 6:05 am.

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The piercing shrill of Harvey's alarm caused near simutaneous groans from the occupants of his bed. For a moment the beeping continued as neither moved to silence it.

"Mike," Harvey grumbled, hand running over the lithe body next to him. "You're closer."

There was a grunt and the sleepy blonde just seemed to bury his head further under the pillow. Harvey blinked as he fought the wake up call.

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"Mike," the grumpy senior partner just pushed a bit at his lover's shoulder. "Mike, Miiiike, Mike."

"Harvey," a muffled voice came up from under the pillow. "It is your damn alarm clock."

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"Michael," Harvey growled biting the near by arm, earning him a shove to the face.

"I wasn't the one who set it," Mike said, finally picking his head up enough the pillow is dislodged. It is adorable, and silly and Harvey still doesn't know how he even breathes under that thing...

"Just turn the damn thing off, please?" Harvey begs, mouthing a kiss to the bit of skin he had bitten.

Huffing, Mike moved his arm, aiming to hit the snooze button, but ended up pushing the whole thing onto the floor, where it continues to beep.

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"Whoops," Mike mumbled, turning to look at Harvey, smiling widely at his lover.

"How is it possible that your aim is that bad?" the man next to him asked, rubbing a hand through his ridiculous cute bed-head.

"How is it possible you look that good after only like five hours sleep?" Mike asks before he can stop himself, moving over to wrap an arm around the older man. They shuffled under the comforter until Harvey had a hand on Mike's back as they continued to ignore the blaring alarm.

"I learned it at Harvard," he quipped, chuckling a bit when Mike slapped him on the stomach.

"Har har har," Mike said, "I thought you said you absolutely had to get a work out today and I was authorized to and I quote "with hold sex for any amount of time" as motivation."

"Yes, but I said that because I knew that you don't have the willpower to make good on that threat," Harvey said.

"Oh really?" Mike asked, sitting up. "Is that what you think?"

"Well who can blame you? I'm mean look at this," Harvey gestured to his half uncovered body. "You said it yourself that I look good even after only five hours of sleep. Your powers of resisting are weak with this body in reach."

"I think I distinctly remember you were the one who demanded sex last night. 'Mike, I need you. Please, Mike'," Mike used his best impersanation of Harvey's needy voice.

"That is not how I sound at all," Harvey said, "and you can't say that you didn't enjoy it. You were just as desperate as I was."

"Yes, but if we had gone to bed and slept in I was going to wake you up with a blow job instead of that annoying thing," he made a gesture to the still beeping alarm clock. "But now you've insulted my willpower. I'm going to have to with hold sex for at least a week in punishment." He fake pouted, pretending to be offended.

Harvey sat up, immediately bringing his mouth to kiss along Mike's jaw. "I'm sorry Mike. I don't know what I was saying. You know sometimes I talk without thinking," he bit gently at the younger man's ear, running his tongue along the shell, knowing he was getting somewhere when Mike tried to hide a shudder.

"No, no, you need to go get your workout. We both know how vital those are to a lawyer's ongoing success," Mike tried to stay focused, but then his lover's hands slipped down to rub his thighs.

"I have much better workout planned for us," Harvey growls in Mike's ear, and smirks when the associate shudders again.

"Nuh-uh, you made me swear, Harvey. You said you hadn't been all week," he tries to persuade his lover back, but when those large hands slip into his boxers, Mike just knows that this discussion is a lost cause.

Canting his hips up into the warm grasp, he moaned, "oh fuck, yes." And maybe he is unable to resist Harvey, but he is pretty sure that it isn't a bad thing.

Still it had only been two weeks since they had gotten together, and every touch still held that exciting twist of new that was just edging towards familarity.

They move back down on the bed, the covers getting pushed down along the end of the bed, as Harvey nips at Mike's mouth before claiming it in a deep kiss.

It's slow, they are both still a little tired, but it doesn't take long before it takes a serious edge and they are pushing down boxers and rocking against one another, both hard and starting to ache.

"Mike, god, I need you again," Harvey admits into the heated skin of Mike's neck. He mouth down one collarbone, and then licks back up to shove his tongue into the younger man's mouth until they need to breathe.

"Get the stuff," Mike demands, as soon as he gets air. And he has to wrap a hand around the base of his cock at the sudden ache of Now, yes please now.

There is some manuvering, and Harvey nearly drops both the lube and condom when Mike thumbs a taunt nipple before laving it with his tongue. It still surprises the older man that his body reacts so strongly to Mike touching him.

Hooking a leg over his shoulder, Harvey gets to work, lubing up his fingers and easing them into his lover, who pants and moans and writhers on the bed, clutching desperately Harvey's shoulders. Two fingers are good but then yess, three is that much better. Mike fears he is going to come just from this when Harvey rips open the condom and rolls it on.

It takes just a moment to ease some lube over Harvey's stiff member, and then Mike finds his hips shifted up as he is forced to wrap his left leg around his lover's waist. The angle feels off for just a second until Harvey pushes slowly into Mike's body. Moving obsurdly slow, Harvey doesn't get completely bottomed out before he pulls back. He continues this slow drag and push, careful to avoid going completely in, as Mike tries to resist the temptation to fucking beg like he never has in his life.

Then just as Mike is about to open his mouth, Harvey snaps his hips forward sinking all the way in and nailing the blonde's prostate in one near bruising movement.

"Oh, yes, that," Mike chokes out, because he felt it all up his spine and his body shudders in anticipation.

Harvey just grins and goes back to the slow pull out and half shove back inside. Mike claws at his back, trying to pull him in fully again, to feel those hip drive forward again.

There is a ridicuous large number of slow thrusts before Harvey thrusts forward hard and Mike fucking keens as his body trembles with pleasure.

"Please, Harvey," Mike wishes he could find the brain power to level a threat to make his lover move, but the brunette seems content at this torturous pace.

The only thing that he can do is hold on, as Harvey continues. Each slow draw out and almost slower shove in seems to just heighten the pleasure with the contrast of the fast hard thrust that makes Mike shake and cry out.

It is of small consolation to notice that the times between sharp thrusts is getting shorter, and Harvey is breathing like he is truly fighting off the urge to pound into Mike's ass like he wants.

Finally it seems Harvey's control is slipping when there are two back to back hard snaps of hips. Shaking a bit, Harvey lowers Mike's other leg to his waist, and leans forward, spreading Mike's thighs as they meet for a deep kiss.

Unable to stop himself, Mike whispers, "Harvey, I'm going to die if you don't fuck me hard, right now," the moment he gets air.

The smirk he gets in return is actually a bit frightening, and Harvey just whispers, "careful what you wish for, rookie." And then begins to hammer his pelvis against Mike's.

Mike tries to pant, to breath, but he can't quite seem to catch enough air before Harvey knocks it out of him with this absolutely brutal pace. Every moment is hot-wired to his cock, but he can't manage to let go of Harvey to jack himself off. It takes all of what is left of his consciousness to just hold on and take it. He's moaning with what voice he can manage. Everything feels absolutely on fire, and Mike just wants more and harder and yes. That bit might have come out of his mouth when Harvey replies with:

"Yes, Mike, god, yes. Fuck that's good..." He seems lost in this pace just as much as Mike feels.

They barely manage to keep up with the rhythm before Harvey sinks in hard and Mike cries out, his dick pulsing between them. The clench of Mike's body is the last spark of pleasure that Harvey's need and shoves in one more time before he loses himself in his climax.

Lying half on Mike and half on the bed, Harvey finds that long moments pass before he can pull out and ease to the other side of his lover. He ties off the condom and tosses it in the nearby trash can; then collapses back, tossing a possessive arm around Mike's waist.

"Mike, the alarm is still going," Harvey states, as if he has just figured that out again and considering he feels like his brain has been rebooted from pleasure, it might be possible.

"I'm not getting it," Mike pants, and hand resting on Harvey's arm, not even caring that he is covered in various fluids.

"You're closer," the response comes as Harvey mouths at Mike's shoulder.

"Harvey, it is your damn alarm clock."

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