Mike waited for him to pull his pants down, but he didn't.
"What, you expect me to do it myself?" Harvey asked. "I thought you were supposed to be a good slut."
Mike crawled forwards, mouthing at Harvey's cock through the fabric of his pants. Not too much, he wouldn't forgive him if he ruined it. He made short work of getting them down and freeing his erection and Mike had to bite back a gasp as he looked at it. He hadn't been this close before. Why hadn't they done this already? Harvey looked down at him impatiently and he gave it a tentative lick, tasting the precome before sinking down onto it. It was weird, going from Trevor's to Harvey's this quickly. It was just weird to be in the position to compare two penises on how they felt in his mouth.
He started to lick and suck slowly, testing out different things to see what Harvey liked best. He listened to his groans and locked it all away in his brain; Mike often found unexpected uses for his eidetic memory and this was one of his favourites.
"Mike, look at me. I want to see your pretty eyes," Harvey said. Mike looked up and a shudder ran through him as he made eye contact. Harvey's eyes were dark anyway, like melted chocolate, but now, they were nothing but pupil. Mike watched as he licked his lips and his faced tensed. That might just be the sexiest thing he'd ever seen.
"Come on, puppy, you can do better than that."
Mike shifted his hips forwards, pressing against the couch, hoping to gain some friction. He sucked hard on Harvey's cock, relishing the way that he was thrusting into him. He could hear Trevor breathing heavily beside him and he really wanted to look, but he didn't dare look away from Harvey.
"Oh, hey, Harvey. The slut's got himself up against the couch. Did you say he could do that?"
Fuck. Harvey's foot extended and pushed Mike's hips backwards and Mike couldn't help but whine.
"No. None of that. You get nothing until I say you deserve it."
Mike saw something in Harvey's face change. Was that okay? Did I go too far? Mike shook his head by the smallest amount and continued sucking and it wasn't long before Harvey was touching his hair. He twisted it around his fingers and Mike knew what he was doing. Trevor used to do this: he was trying to resist the urge to pull him down onto his cock. Mike swirled his tongue around and he heard a sudden groan. He couldn't see it but he was pretty sure that Trevor was coming. Harvey's leg was twitching slightly now and his breathing was heavy and oh fuck, Mike wanted to make him come so badly. He felt Harvey tense up as he did something with his tongue so he did it again.
"Fuck, you're so good at this."
Mike kept going, still looking up but only getting eye contact every now and then because Harvey seemed to be having trouble keeping his open. He was speaking again now, a thick stream of expletives escaping his lips. Those lips. Mike tried not to choke as Harvey finally gave into temptation and pulled his head down as he came and Mike only caught some of the things that he said. Things like fuck and slut and good boy.
As he pulled away, Mike was suddenly aware of how hard he was.
"What do you think we should do now?" Harvey asked Trevor when he finally got his breath back.
"Oh, I think we should see how much we can make our little whore beg for it."