He loved kissing Mycroft. It was one of the things he'd learned of the last few days. He really loved kissing Mycroft.
The man was expressive in the way he kissed; confident, demanding, but there was a softness to it at times.
But this, this one...his back hitting a door, Mycroft pressed firm against him, taking his mouth as confidently as he'd take over a meeting with world leaders. Greg allowed himself to be plundered, his own hands holding tight to bare skin.
His voice, rough and low, sent shivers down Greg's spine, his trousers uncomfortable tight. Right now, having them off sounded like a wonderful idea.
"Yes," He couldn't help but agree, breathing hard, trying to catch his breath. He couldn't help running his hands over Mycroft's chest, the chest hair soft against his palm. "Okay. You too?"
It seemed Mycroft had managed to kiss brain cells out of him, he couldn't string together a complete sentence. But he didn't really think complete sentences were going to be needed for a while.
Reaching behind him, he felt for the door knob and, remembering almost too late to move his weight off of the door and oh Christ!, pressing closer to Mycroft, he twisted the door open.
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It was one of the things he'd learned of the last few days. He really loved kissing Mycroft.
The man was expressive in the way he kissed; confident, demanding, but there was a softness to it at times.
But this, this one...his back hitting a door, Mycroft pressed firm against him, taking his mouth as confidently as he'd take over a meeting with world leaders. Greg allowed himself to be plundered, his own hands holding tight to bare skin.
His voice, rough and low, sent shivers down Greg's spine, his trousers uncomfortable tight. Right now, having them off sounded like a wonderful idea.
"Yes," He couldn't help but agree, breathing hard, trying to catch his breath. He couldn't help running his hands over Mycroft's chest, the chest hair soft against his palm. "Okay. You too?"
It seemed Mycroft had managed to kiss brain cells out of him, he couldn't string together a complete sentence. But he didn't really think complete sentences were going to be needed for a while.
Reaching behind him, he felt for the door knob and, remembering almost too late to move his weight off of the door and oh Christ!, pressing closer to Mycroft, he twisted the door open.