Greg tumbled onto the bed, on top of Mycroft, his hands going out automatically to catch himself so he didn't drop his full wright onto the man. But he was pressed on top of him on the bed and Dear Lord! the feel of Mycroft's body pressed against his, of their cocks pressed against two bodies tightly...it was too much.

Scrambling up, he urged Mycroft to scoot up on the bed a bit before lowering his head, mouthing at his clavicle, pressing tiny kisses followed by swipes of his tongue.

His hand however...

His fingers wrapped around Mycroft's cock and he sighed against his skin, as he stroked downward, pulling down the foreskins and running his thumb over the wet tip with a barely contained groan against his chest.

"You don't know how long I've wanted to do this." Greg groaned against Mycroft's bare chest. "I thought I could take this slow, make it good for you but..."

Greg licked at his chest, the flat of his tongue sliding over a nipple, lapping at him as he slowly stroked.