He felt the groan beneath his lips. It rumbled deliciously in Mycroft's chest and Greg's hips pushed against Mycroft's thigh, where he rested, desperate for some sort of friction.
His kisses shuddered when he felt fingers in his hair, pulling the short strands just long enough to be tugged at.
He wanted Mycroft's hands on him, wanted to feel his kisses on his body, his fingers touching him in places silently promised.
After though. He wanted this first. Craved it, had been thinking about it since that first night of kisses on his couch and again when Mycroft had seared his mouth with a kiss before he left the small house.
Pushing away how damn good the feeling of Mycroft's fingers digging into his hip felt, Greg lifted up from his ministrations.
"Promise, I'm going to make this so damn good for you."
Sliding down Mycroft's body, Greg lowered his head, giving the first tentative lick and moaning at the taste.
"Christ, Mycroft, you're going to be the death of me." Greg groaned.
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17/10/18 18:15 (UTC)His kisses shuddered when he felt fingers in his hair, pulling the short strands just long enough to be tugged at.
He wanted Mycroft's hands on him, wanted to feel his kisses on his body, his fingers touching him in places silently promised.
After though. He wanted this first. Craved it, had been thinking about it since that first night of kisses on his couch and again when Mycroft had seared his mouth with a kiss before he left the small house.
Pushing away how damn good the feeling of Mycroft's fingers digging into his hip felt, Greg lifted up from his ministrations.
"Promise, I'm going to make this so damn good for you."
Sliding down Mycroft's body, Greg lowered his head, giving the first tentative lick and moaning at the taste.
"Christ, Mycroft, you're going to be the death of me." Greg groaned.