Receptive, is the first word that comes to Mycroft's mind, as Gregory moves his hands greedily over Mycroft's bared skin, moaning into his parted mouth. He just managed to get Gregory out of his shirt before they were both lying on the sofa, Mycroft holding himself just up by his elbows.

That particular comment gets Mycroft to lift his hips slightly, so he can press his leg between Gregory's, a reward for being so very, very charming.

He nipped at Gregory's chin, a purr rolling out, "I must return the compliment. You are absolutely divine."