The weight of him felt amazing. Greg sighed into his mouth, his hands finally succeeding in unbuttoning the last of the buttons on his shirt, sliding his hand up and over now bare flesh, pulling the shirt off as his palms slid over warm skin.

He was never so glad that Mycroft hadn't rebuttoned his cuffs, making it easier to slide the shirt completely from his body.

Breaking from their kiss, he gasped out a breath before pressing his lips to Mycroft's neck, his tongue slipping out to lap at him as he rand his hands back up his back.

"Christ," he whispered into his neck. "You feel so damn good."