Mycroft had to bite back a laugh, and managed to keep it to a lightly amused snort against Gregory's mouth as they almost went tumbling into his bedroom. It was good to know that he could kiss the sense out of Gregory Lestrade's head, just as much as Gregory kissed it out of his. He hummed in pleasure as he nodded, slipping his hands around to the front of his own trousers, so he could remove them in a quick manner and a neat one, so they wouldn't be wrinkled on the floor.

He nudged Gregory backwards even further, as he stepped out of his trousers, leaving him only in his boxer briefs. Truly, a hedonistic evening beyond compare. He hadn't felt this ... alive in quite some time. Nor so naked, and exposed. It filled him to the brim with conflicting wants and desires.