Greg groaned, low and deep, sliding his mouth down deeper before sliding up and letting his cock slip out of his mouth completely.

He licked his lips, sliding his finger free and looked up at Mycroft.

"Christ, you're trying to kill me. Couple of years now." he answered honestly. "Couldn't do much about it considering but..." He gave a slow cheeky grin. "In my mind however..."

Greg ducked his head once more, slowly licking a stripe up Mycroft's cock, before glancing back up at him.

"So, do we want to talk about it, or would you prefer you fuck my mouth?" This time the grin turned a little mischievous. "Or is there something else in mind, you'd prefer to fuck?"