His hips cant upward at the pressure of Mycroft's leg between his own, his own pressure in his trousers was growing, the desperation to relieve a bit of it.

He knew how he was, emotions and need reigned over his sexual encounters and soon talking wouldn't be enough, messing about on the couch wouldn't be enough, not when he understood that was a very real and definite end to this dance they were doing.

His mouth trailed a line down to the part where his neck met his shoulders, nipping gently and sucking. Hands slid back up his bare chest, thumbs brushing up his ribs.