Was it possible to become sexually aroused by someone speaking?
Well, yeah, he knew the answer to that, even before he'd begun this venture. Had seen first hand what the voice of a Holmes man could do to someone who wasn't expecting it, or was expecting it, it didn't matter. A lower octave, extra bass in the voice and the recipient was pretty much weak knees and pliant.
He felt a little like that now. Instead, Mycroft's voice just made him want to slide his mouth down a little further, take him in a little deeper, show off, as it were.
For God's sake, he wanted Mycroft to be proud of him, impressed. It sounded ridiculous and absolutely childish, but damn if he didn't want the praise. Anything to feel Mycroft's hand in his hair, stroking and lightly tugging. The movement went straight to his cock.
Greg's hips jerked once more, rutting against Mycroft's thigh, giving a low moan as he felt the head of his cock hit the back of his throat and go just beyond before he let up, sliding his mouth back up and letting him go with a soft pop .
Greg looked up at the man through his lashes, his hand back to lightly stroking again. Just because his mouth wasn't on him, didn't mean he was giving up touching just yet.
"I don't know if that's possible," Greg said, his voice pitched low and raspy. "You couldn't be less appealing if you tried."
He bent his head and gave another slow lick, taking just the head into his mouth and swirling his tongue around it.
"Mmmm, tell me what you want Mycroft." he murmured, sliding down a bit more, licking at his balls, gently sucking them into his mouth and letting go. "I'm at your mercy."
Another slow lick, starting at his balls and sliding torturously slow up the shaft of his cock, finishing with the flat of his tongue over the head.
"You don't want me to die from sexual gratification, I won't. I'm yours to order."
The last word slipped from his lips with all the innuendo possible behind it.
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18/10/18 18:55 (UTC)Well, yeah, he knew the answer to that, even before he'd begun this venture. Had seen first hand what the voice of a Holmes man could do to someone who wasn't expecting it, or was expecting it, it didn't matter. A lower octave, extra bass in the voice and the recipient was pretty much weak knees and pliant.
He felt a little like that now. Instead, Mycroft's voice just made him want to slide his mouth down a little further, take him in a little deeper, show off, as it were.
For God's sake, he wanted Mycroft to be proud of him, impressed. It sounded ridiculous and absolutely childish, but damn if he didn't want the praise.
Anything to feel Mycroft's hand in his hair, stroking and lightly tugging. The movement went straight to his cock.
Greg's hips jerked once more, rutting against Mycroft's thigh, giving a low moan as he felt the head of his cock hit the back of his throat and go just beyond before he let up, sliding his mouth back up and letting him go with a soft pop .
Greg looked up at the man through his lashes, his hand back to lightly stroking again. Just because his mouth wasn't on him, didn't mean he was giving up touching just yet.
"I don't know if that's possible," Greg said, his voice pitched low and raspy. "You couldn't be less appealing if you tried."
He bent his head and gave another slow lick, taking just the head into his mouth and swirling his tongue around it.
"Mmmm, tell me what you want Mycroft." he murmured, sliding down a bit more, licking at his balls, gently sucking them into his mouth and letting go. "I'm at your mercy."
Another slow lick, starting at his balls and sliding torturously slow up the shaft of his cock, finishing with the flat of his tongue over the head.
"You don't want me to die from sexual gratification, I won't. I'm yours to order."
The last word slipped from his lips with all the innuendo possible behind it.