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Harvey strode out of his office and into the hushed stillness of the executive floor. The glass-walled conference rooms stood dark and empty now, their polished tables reflecting the faint glow of emergency lighting. Hours ago the corridors had buzzed with associates rushing between meetings, assistants juggling impossible schedules, and partners barking demands into phones. Now there was only silence.
It had been one hell of a day.
Harvey loosened his tie as he walked toward the elevators, rolling the tension from his shoulders. His reflection followed him in every pane of glass, tailored suit, expensive watch, perfectly styled hair that had somehow survived eighteen hours of negotiations, arguments, and damage control. The city beyond the windows stretched endlessly into the darkness, a sea of glittering lights suspended beneath low clouds. Somewhere down there, millions of people were asleep.
His bed was certainly calling. But so was something else.
The elevator carried him down through the towering heart of Manhattan. By the time he stepped out onto the street, the city had transformed. The usual chaos of traffic had thinned to a distant hum. Steam drifted lazily from manhole covers, illuminated by orange streetlights. The air carried the mingled scents of wet pavement, car exhaust, and food from the few vendors stubborn enough to remain open after midnight.
A cold breeze funneled between the skyscrapers, tugging at his suit jacket. The coffee cart sat on the corner as it always did, a tiny island of light beneath the looming steel and glass giants surrounding it. The vendor barely glanced up when Harvey approached. They knew each other well enough by now. No questions, no conversation.
Harvey forked over a couple hundred dollars. The vendor slipped him what he wanted. Transaction complete. Harvey tucked it away and crossed the street, heading toward the narrow service alley behind Pearson Hardman.
The alley felt like a different world entirely. The sounds of the city faded here, muffled by towering brick walls and loading docks. Rusted fire escapes zigzagged overhead like skeletal ladders disappearing into darkness. Overflowing dumpsters lined one side, their metal surfaces gleaming beneath pools of yellow light cast by aging security lamps. Water dripped steadily from somewhere above, splashing into shallow puddles that reflected fragments of the skyline.
It wasn't a pleasant place. That was precisely why Harvey liked it. Nobody bothered him here. He leaned against the cold brick wall and lit up. The tiny flare of the lighter briefly illuminated his face before darkness reclaimed it. Harvey drew in a deep breath, closing his eyes for a moment as the smoke curled through his lungs. The familiar burn spread through his chest, easing some of the tension that had been wound tight inside him all day.
He exhaled slowly. The smoke drifted upward in pale ribbons, twisting through the cold night air before vanishing into the darkness above. For a few precious seconds, there was nothing to think about. No clients. No lawsuits. No deadlines. Just silence. Just peace.
Then movement caught his eye. A figure emerged from the far end of the alley. Harvey sighed heavily. Most likely someone looking for money. Standing in a suit that cost more than most people's monthly rent, he couldn't exactly pretend to be broke. Even in the dim lighting he probably looked like a walking bank account.
Without much enthusiasm, Harvey reached into his pocket and pulled out a hundred-dollar bill. He held it out loosely between two fingers.
"Here."
His voice echoed faintly off the brick walls. He hoped whoever this was would take the money and disappear. He wasn't in the mood for conversation, sympathy, or some elaborate sob story. The figure kept approaching. Slowly. Carefully.
The hood shadowed most of his face at first. Only as he entered the nearest pool of light did Harvey finally get a proper look at him. The guy was younger than he'd expected. Mid-twenties, maybe. Blond hair escaped from beneath the hood in messy short strands. His face was lean and sharp-featured, made even paler beneath the harsh security light. But it was his eyes that stood out.
Shockingly blue. The kind of blue that seemed almost unnatural, bright even beneath the weak yellow glow of the security light. The young man slowed as he reached Harvey, wary as a stray animal approaching an outstretched hand. His gaze flicked between Harvey's face and the hundred-dollar bill. He shifted his weight nervously, shoulders slightly hunched beneath his worn jacket, as though expecting a trap.
And then Harvey caught his scent.
Apprehension sat at its core, sharp and restless, but beneath it was something unexpectedly sweet. Not cloying or artificial, but warm. It reminded Harvey vaguely of wildflowers after rain and fresh honey stirred into tea, softened by something clean and cool he couldn't quite place. Even tangled up with nerves and exhaustion, it was unmistakable.
Omega.
For a moment neither of them spoke. The alley seemed even quieter than before. Water dripped steadily from a rusted fire escape somewhere overhead. A distant siren wailed several streets away before fading into the night. Harvey became acutely aware of the cold air around them and the thin ribbon of smoke still curling from his forgotten joint.
Finally, the young man reached out. His fingers hovered inches from the bill. Hesitating. Second-guessing. His jaw tightened. Then he made a decision. He snatched the bill from Harvey's hand and quickly tucked it into an inside pocket. His movements were cautious, almost skittish, like someone expecting the offer to be withdrawn at any second.
When he looked back up, he licked his bottom lip nervously, "So, uh... wh-what do you want?" he mumbled.
Harvey blinked, "What?" He stared at the omega, genuinely confused.
The young man's face immediately flushed. He glanced away before forcing himself to continue, "If you want, we can do it here or at yours." His voice stumbled over the words, "But, uh, I'm not taking you home with me."
When Harvey paused for a moment longer, the omega forced himself to continue. He stuttered out, “You want head?” He asked, licking his lips again, “Or sex?”
Oh. Oh.
The omega had mistaken the money for something else entirely. Harvey's eyes swept over him again, seeing details he'd missed before. The worn jacket that was a size too big. The scuffed shoes. The dark circles beneath those startling blue eyes. The way he held himself, tense and guarded, as though he was already bracing for whatever came next.
He was cute. Ridiculously cute, actually. And Harvey hadn't gotten laid in far too long. But what caught his attention wasn't the misunderstanding or even the omega's looks. It was the scent.
Now that he was standing closer, Harvey could pick up more of it beneath the nervousness. The sweetness lingered, warm and inviting despite the tension radiating from him. It felt strangely at odds with the defensive posture and wary expression, making him seem younger and far more vulnerable than Harvey suspected he wanted to appear.
"Actually," Harvey said, a slow smile tugging at the corner of his mouth, "I have a much better idea."
The omega blinked at him. Before Mike could ask what that meant, Harvey turned and started walking. For a moment there was hesitation behind him. Then the sound of hurried footsteps followed. Harvey led him out of the alley and back toward the gleaming tower that housed Pearson Hardman. The building rose into the night sky like a monument of steel and glass, its upper floors illuminated against the darkness.
Most of Manhattan had gone to sleep hours ago, but the skyscraper still stood proudly among the city's glittering skyline. Mike walked beside him in silence. The closer they got, the more nervous he seemed to become. His scent shifted constantly, uncertainty and apprehension mingling beneath that naturally sweet undertone. Harvey could practically feel the omega questioning every decision that had led him here.
The lobby was almost deserted. The marble floors gleamed beneath recessed lighting, polished to such a shine they reflected the massive chandeliers hanging overhead. A security guard looked up as they entered but immediately relaxed when he recognised Harvey.
Nobody questioned him. Nobody ever did.
The elevator ride was quiet. Soft instrumental music drifted from hidden speakers as the doors slid shut behind them. The mirrored walls reflected them from every angle. Harvey leaned casually against the rail while Mike stood rigidly near the corner. The omega fussed endlessly with his jacket. Tugging at the sleeves. Smoothing nonexistent wrinkles. Shoving his hands into his pockets only to pull them out moments later.
He looked painfully out of place. Not because of anything he was wearing. Because he looked like he expected someone to tell him he didn't belong here. Harvey found himself studying him. The blond hair. The bright blue eyes. The nervous energy radiating from every movement. The sweetness of his scent lingered in the confined space of the elevator, impossible to ignore.
"What's your name?" Harvey eventually asked.
The omega glanced up, "Mike." His voice was barely above a whisper.
Harvey nodded, "Mike." He repeated, “I’m Harvey.”
The elevator continued climbing. Floor after floor ticked past. Finally, the elevator gave a soft ding. The doors slid open. Harvey stepped out onto the familiar floor. The executive level was eerily quiet at this hour.
During the day it was a battlefield disguised as an office. Phones rang constantly. Associates rushed between conference rooms carrying stacks of files. Assistants managed impossible schedules while partners argued over million-dollar cases.
Now it felt abandoned. The reception desks sat empty. Computer monitors glowed softly in darkened offices. The silence stretched down the long corridors like a living thing. Their footsteps echoed against polished stone floors as Harvey headed toward the corner office that had become his second home. Mike followed cautiously.
His eyes never stopped moving. Taking everything in. The expensive artwork mounted on the walls. The glass-walled conference rooms. The sleek modern architecture. The subtle signs of wealth woven into every detail. The entire floor radiated success. Power. Money. The sort of place people spent their entire careers trying to reach.
Eventually they reached Harvey's office. Mike stopped dead. Harvey glanced back. The omega wasn't looking at him. He was staring at the glass door. At the name engraved across it in elegant silver lettering.
HARVEY SPECTER.
Mike's eyes widened slightly. Then he looked through the glass. The office beyond was stunning even by Manhattan standards. Floor-to-ceiling windows wrapped around two sides of the room, revealing an uninterrupted view of the city. Thousands of lights stretched into the distance like a sea of stars, with the Hudson River reflecting silver beneath the moonlight.
The office itself felt less like a workspace and more like a carefully curated statement. Every piece of furniture had been chosen with purpose. Clean lines. Rich materials. Quiet luxury. A Knoll Barcelona coffee table sat at the center of the room beside a collection of Eero Saarinen tulip side tables. The furniture was minimalist but unmistakably expensive, the kind of design that looked effortless only because it cost a fortune.
Harvey had never liked traditional executive desks. They felt old-fashioned. Instead, the space was open and inviting, designed for confidence and intimidation. Shelving lined one wall. Rows of vinyl records sat beside a high-end turntable. Framed photographs were scattered among legal awards and memorabilia gathered over years of victories. A collection of baseballs occupied one display shelf. Basketballs sat on another. One, protected beneath glass, bore the unmistakable signature of Michael Jordan.
The city lights reflected off every polished surface. From the doorway, the office looked less like a place where someone worked and more like a place where someone won. Mike stared. Then stared some more. Harvey could practically see the pieces clicking together in his head. The suit. The money. The confidence. The office. The name on the door.
The omega slowly turned toward him. He looked genuinely speechless. Harvey smirked.
“Here?” Mike asked, “In your office?”
"In my office," Harvey agreed, leaning back against his desk.
The city lights spilled through the floor-to-ceiling windows behind him, outlining his silhouette against the glittering Manhattan skyline. He beckoned Mike forward with two fingers. Mike hesitated. Harvey could practically see the debate playing out behind those impossibly blue eyes. The office was probably larger than Mike's entire apartment.
Finally, Mike took a step forward. Then another. His footsteps were almost silent against the polished floor. As he crossed the office, his gaze wandered briefly around the room once more. The shelves of records. The framed memorabilia. The endless stretch of city beyond the glass. It all seemed to overwhelm him.
The closer he got, the more nervous he appeared. Harvey caught the subtle swallow. The way Mike's fingers twisted together briefly before he forced them still. The faint uncertainty lingering beneath his scent. When he finally stopped, he was standing directly in front of Harvey. Close enough that Harvey had to tilt his head slightly to maintain eye contact. Close enough that the rest of the office seemed to fade away.
Neither of them spoke. For a long moment there was only silence. The distant hum of the city. The muted buzz of the building's ventilation system. The soft glow of Manhattan stretching endlessly beyond the windows. Mike looked down briefly before gathering his courage and lifting his eyes again. Harvey found himself unexpectedly captivated.
Harvey reached up slowly, giving him plenty of time to pull away. His hand settled lightly against Mike's jaw. Warm and steady. Mike went very still. His breath caught. For the first time since they'd met, he wasn't looking anywhere else. Just Harvey. The city lights reflected in those startling blue eyes.
Harvey brushed his thumb gently along Mike's cheek, "Relax," he said softly.
Mike gave the smallest nod. Then Harvey leaned forward. The kiss was slow. Unhurried. A question rather than a demand. Mike froze for half a second before melting into it, his shoulders gradually relaxing as the tension he'd carried all evening began to ease.
Harvey leaned further in, dragging Mike in closer by his waistband. Mike went easily, allowing Harvey to close the distance between them entirely. Mike's hands found Harvey's suit jacket, gripping the expensive fabric almost tentatively at first. But when Harvey kissed him again, slower and more deliberately, Mike's fingers tightened. Harvey tilted his head slightly, drawing another lingering kiss from him.
This time Mike met him halfway. Harvey moved one from Mike’s waist to cup the back of his neck, kissing him a little deeper and Mike clutched at him, a high, needy whine escaping from him. Harvey quickly swallowed it. When they finally pulled apart, it wasn't by much. Mike's cheeks were flushed. His blond hair was slightly mussed from Harvey's hand finding its way there somewhere along the way. Those startling blue eyes searched Harvey's face as though trying to figure him out.
Harvey didn’t want to give him anymore time to figure it out, “On your knees.” He murmured against the shell of Mike’s ear.
Mike swallowed heavily then did as requested and dropped to his knees. Harvey gently traced the line of Mike’s jaw with one finger, before he reached for his belt. Mike swallowed again, heavily. Harvey straightened up slowly, keeping one finger beneath Mike’s jaw as he backed up slowly around the desk and to his chair. He settled into it, drawing Mike close. Mike settled in between his legs, fingers digging into Harvey’s thighs. Harvey unzipped his fly, reaching into his pants to draw himself free.
Already his length was rapidly hardening. Mike’s tongue darted out, briefly wetting his lips, his eyes were fixed on Harvey’s cock. Harvey slid a hand around himself, stroking himself from root to tip twice before he reached for Mike. Mike moved without resistance, allowing Harvey to drag him in closer between his legs. Mike’s mouth was heavenly. Wet and warm and perfect as he closed his lips around the head of Harvey’s cock, lightly sucking. Harvey’s hips jumped before he could fully stop them, but Mike did a good job of taking the extra inch without complaint.
Harvey groaned, letting his head smack back into the headrest as Mike took him deeper, bobbing his head and sucking eagerly. It wasn’t the cleanest head he’d ever received, but Mike’s enthusiasm made up for it. Particularly when he swirled his tongue around the head again. Mike licked over his slit, gathering the pre-cum that was beading there on his tongue. Mike swallowed it and Harvey moaned, not bothering to hold himself back as his hips jerked up again.
This time, Harvey fully leant into it, gripping Mike’s hair with one hand, the other cupping the back of Mike’s head. He forced Mike to take him, all of him. Mike choked, gagging a little as Harvey’s length nudged the back of his throat, but he didn’t push Harvey away. Instead he relaxed his throat, swallowing around him and applying more suction. Harvey groaned again, bucking his hips more firmly and dragging Mike on and off of him. Mike swallowed again, tongue sweeping around him as he moved.
With great reluctance, Harvey dragged Mike off of him. He wasn’t finished yet, in fact he was only just getting started. Mike popped off of him, a string of salvia still connecting his lips to the head of Harvey’s cock. Harvey stood, gesturing Mike up. The omega wobbled a little, stumbling slightly and Harvey snatched his arm, steadying him until he was standing on his own. For a moment they were face to face but Harvey pushed Mike back and down onto his desk.
For a moment, Mike just lay there, panting. Harvey reached for the omega’s waistband, dragging his pants down over his hips. To his absolute delight, Mike’s little omegan cock was already hard, springing up enthusiastically enough to slap himself on the stomach. Mike shivered beneath his touch as Harvey dragged his pants fully down and tossed them off to the side. He removed Mike’s hoodie next, then his t-shirt, leaving the omega bare beneath him. Bare and trembling.
Harvey leant down pressing a kiss to Mike’s thigh. Then another and another as he worked his way up Mike’s body. He closer to his prize, nudging Mike’s legs further apart and revealing his already slicking pussy. Harvey dragged two fingers through Mike’s folds, wetting them his own slick before taking Mike's cocklet in hand. As he stroked Mike, he leant back in sliding a finger into Mike’s waiting pussy. Harvey pressed an open mouthed kiss to Mike’s mouth, sliding his tongue in as he quickly added a second finger.
Mike arched under his tongue then bucked, grinding himself back down onto Harvey’s fingers. Harvey kissed him harder, spreading his fingers and making Mike arch again. Mike’s hands found Harvey’s hair and he tugged harshly as Harvey sunk his fingers in, twisting and pressing and spreading them wide until Mike was panting and arching clean off of the desk.
Suddenly, Harvey withdrew his fingers. Harvey lined himself up, the thick blunt tip nudging insistently at Mike’s entrance, Mike rocked his hips back, encouraging Harvey inside and Harvey didn’t hesitate. He plunged himself inside, grinding himself fiercely against Mike’s velvety walls. Mike whined, fingers scrambling against the desk as he searched for something to grasp onto. Harvey rocked in and out of insistently, setting a rough and hard pace. He forced himself into the hilt with every thrust, stretching Mike wide open around him.
Mike moaned again, head falling back against the desk with a loud thud. Harvey groaned, burying himself inside again. The room quickly filled with their scents, an intoxicating mix of them both, spiked with heady arousal and need. Harvey tightened his grip on Mike’s hips, a slight possessive thrill running through him as Mike whined again, bearing his neck in a display of submission. Harvey resisted the urge to bite. To claim.
Instead of sinking his teeth into Mike’s neck, like his instincts screamed at him to do so, Harvey caught the back of Mike’s neck with one hand, kissing him deeply and thoroughly. Mike made a helpless sound into his mouth and arched upward instinctively, clutching tighter at the alpha’s shoulders.
Abruptly, Harvey pulled out, leaving Mike open, gaping and clenching around nothing. He chuckled meanly at the sight. Mike arched up again, whimpering loudly. Harvey grasped tightly at Mike’s hips once more, flipping him over. Mike went easily, allowing Harvey to drag him back until only his waist up was still on the desk. Harvey fit himself back into Mike’s dripping cunt, driving in with a ferocity that sent Mike lurching up the desk with every thrust.
Mike’s fingers clawed at the edge of the desk, desperately hanging on as Harvey railed him. The slick noises filled the office until the only sound Harvey could hear was the filthy noise of skin against skin and squelch of Mike’s soaked cunt. His knot was rapidly growing, already starting to catch on Mike’s swollen entrance. Mike whimpered every time Harvey forced his knot past his ring. Heat pooled low in Harvey’s stomach and he realised he was close to orgasm.
Harvey slammed himself in three more times before his knot finally popped, locking him inside. He spilled deep with Mike, riding out his high inside of the omega’s pussy. Mike whined and whimpered beneath him, cunt pulsing and milking his cock for every last drop. Harvey could feel when Mike orgasmed, his cunt tightened around Harvey’s spent cock, clenching hard as he squirted around him. For a few minutes after his release, Mike’s pussy continued to twitch and tremble around Harvey’s cock, keeping his knot firmly swollen and locked in place.
After twenty minutes of being tied together, Harvey’s knot finally went down enough for him to slip out. Mike whimpered softly at the motion, making no effort to move. Harvey snorted. Figured. The omega hadn’t moved an inch since squirting around his knot, and Harvey was pretty sure he’d actually passed out at one point. Still as he grabbed some tissues to wipe himself off, the omega finally twitched. The first signs of life he’d seen since Mike had orgasmed. With more care than really necessary, Harvey gently cleaned Mike up too. Mike whimpered softly, squirming a little under Harvey’s ministrations.
“All done.” Harvey murmured, straightening up.
Across the room, Mike’s shirt still hung from his lamp. He crossed the room, swiping it up. Mike had barely moved, propped up on his elbows and looking at Harvey like he’d hung the moon. Harvey passed him his shirt and Mike hesitated for a moment before accepting it. Mike dressed slowly, movements stiff and awkward. Harvey made little effort to help, he was pretty sure it would only embarrass the omega.
Once Mike was dressed, Harvey fished out another two hundreds, passing them over. Mike accepted the money, slipping it into his pocket before he turned for the door. Harvey leant back against his desk again, watching as Mike limped slightly with every step, a small curl of satisfaction winding its way through him.
It occurred to him that he ought to at least walk Mike out of the building, so he pushed off of his desk, catching up with ease.