If you did not want me to add sexual encounters into this particular moment, Gregory, you really shouldn't be holding my arm so tightly. Was the first unbidden thought through Mycroft's mind, as he held tight to the folder with the non-disclosure agreement, not to mention Gregory's updated copy of the Privacy Act that he would have to sign in triplicate.
Yet with all the absurdity, and sudden bout of lust, Mycroft lifted his gaze from where Gregory was clutching his arm and looked into those nervous brown eyes. Of all the things he was concerned about, in this moment, was whether or not Mycroft was serious about this -- and if he was that they should not be having anything sexually driven until the paperwork had posted -- because he was honestly concerned that Mycroft would get into trouble.
Mycroft licked his top lip, before tucking the folder under one arm, so he could cover Greg's hand with his own. Making sure that they were completely focused on one another. "I have something of a confession to make. I knew, from the moment that you kissed me on that couch, that I would be getting this paperwork ... because you are the only person I have ever wanted whom I simply ... let myself go with. On a physical level, and I thought perhaps, well. Since I already trust you on a personal one - I had best - what is the phrase? 'Lock this down'."
One corner of his mouth twisted, "I admit, I was going to use 'dessert' and what I shall consider my immense sexual magnetism to seduce you into bed and then when you were completely happy and sated, bring in the paperwork." An elegant shrug, "So, to answer your questions - yes, I do want this, and no ... I will not get into trouble for ... dessert. If you still want to have it, that is."
He sighed, "Security documentation is not precisely the most erotic material in the world."
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12/9/18 15:25 (UTC)Yet with all the absurdity, and sudden bout of lust, Mycroft lifted his gaze from where Gregory was clutching his arm and looked into those nervous brown eyes. Of all the things he was concerned about, in this moment, was whether or not Mycroft was serious about this -- and if he was that they should not be having anything sexually driven until the paperwork had posted -- because he was honestly concerned that Mycroft would get into trouble.
Mycroft licked his top lip, before tucking the folder under one arm, so he could cover Greg's hand with his own. Making sure that they were completely focused on one another. "I have something of a confession to make. I knew, from the moment that you kissed me on that couch, that I would be getting this paperwork ... because you are the only person I have ever wanted whom I simply ... let myself go with. On a physical level, and I thought perhaps, well. Since I already trust you on a personal one - I had best - what is the phrase? 'Lock this down'."
One corner of his mouth twisted, "I admit, I was going to use 'dessert' and what I shall consider my immense sexual magnetism to seduce you into bed and then when you were completely happy and sated, bring in the paperwork." An elegant shrug, "So, to answer your questions - yes, I do want this, and no ... I will not get into trouble for ... dessert. If you still want to have it, that is."
He sighed, "Security documentation is not precisely the most erotic material in the world."