Mycroft hummed with pleasure - he had his doubts that Chelsea had done so well with the slight hitch in Gregory's gaze - but if the other man was going to use it as an excuse to kiss him? Then Mycroft would gladly take the bait. He pressed his mouth back against Gregory's, sweeping his hand up to trace Gregory's jaw, then slide to his shoulder to pull the other man in.
Doors locked, security taken care of, bag inside and papers signed. Mycroft felt like he had earned himself this this evening. Feeding the craving that was Gregory Lestrade.
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26/9/18 03:30 (UTC)Doors locked, security taken care of, bag inside and papers signed. Mycroft felt like he had earned himself this this evening. Feeding the craving that was Gregory Lestrade.