harvey who sends mike to rene under the guise of getting his tux re-tailored but!
rene brings out a bunch of new suits to get tailored. mike asks questions, rene gives him flippant answers. harvey’s paid for it, clearly. and mike will feel a rush of heat that he has to bite down. whatever, maybe harvey just didn’t like the suits he currently had in his rotation, not completely unheard of.
the more time passes, the more clear it becomes that each piece of these new suits have small embroideries etched in the fabric. all in seemingly obscure/odd locations. they’re in silver or gold thread depending on what goes best with the color of the suit.
that’s already enough to make mike run warm again. but then mike starts really starts looking. every piece has one.
one inside the collar of his shirt, positioned so it brushes up against the back of mike’s neck every time he moves. another inside wrist of his shirt sleeve. inside of elbow on a jacket sleeve. a different jacket has one on the inner pocket of the suit, left side. underside of a tie. inner ankle of left sock. soles of both shoes. engraved into the buckle of a belt. because of course this staking of claim is going to extend to the non-negotiable accessories. the multitude of pants are what does him in. straw and the camel. or something. who gives a shit, his head is fuzzy.
initials on the inner side of his pant leg, next to the knee. as in, if mike sits with his legs apart at all, harvey’s initials are in plain view. another on the back of the waistband. right where harvey sets his hand at the small of mike’s back. every pair of pants has it engraved on the button.
harvey’s whole ass signature embroidered on the inside fabric of the zipper. in every pair of pants.
it takes 10 minutes for mike to calm down enough to continue with the tailoring appointment.
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