"Brilliant." Greg muttered once before he was consumed once again by Mycroft's kisses.

Hands slid briefs down and he almost tumbled over trying to get his own legs free of his briefs.

The growl that rose low in his throat as he tried to kick off the offending garment morphed into a needy groan as his own hand brushed finally against Mycroft's cock. His stomach tightened as a wave of need rushed over him and his mind was nothing but now please yes need now

"Bed. Now. Please." he murmured between biting kisses. "Need you on the bed, need to taste you. Just...let me have you, please. Just for a bit then I'm yours."