His voice was pure dripping sex on warm chocolate. The timber slid deliciously down his spine and made him want to do all sorts of things just to hear Mycroft Holmes groan his name.
Greg wondered if it were possible to come from someone saying your name, just right
Licking his lips, he found his breath, watching Mycroft above him. No matter how together the man sounded, the visual told him he definitely was not.
Heaving chest, the makings of a full body blush. fingers gripping the sheets rhythmically as if the repetition would calm him.
Greg didn't want him calm. He wanted him wild, on the edge, begging for control. He wanted Mycroft, grabbing at his hair, thrusting into his mouth, begging for him to please god just let him come.
He looked almost there but Greg wasn't sure Mycroft's iron control would ever allow that much of a loss of control...to anyone.
So instead, he did what he usually did in near impossible situations, worked on a solution.
Leaning foreword, he pressed a kiss on Mycroft's stomach. One kiss, soft, gentle.
"We can begin negotiations for that later. For now though..."
Fingers slid back to that small hole, searching for the warmth, that one place that caused Mycroft to catch his breath, this time adding a second finger, carefully, gently.
"I think you ordered me to give you oral until you came. And I am very good at following orders, Sir."
He kept his eyes on Mycroft as he slid his mouth over that delicious cock once more, not sure if it was his mouth or the use of the word Sir that caused Mycroft's eyes to roll back.
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Greg wondered if it were possible to come from someone saying your name, just right
Licking his lips, he found his breath, watching Mycroft above him. No matter how together the man sounded, the visual told him he definitely was not.
Heaving chest, the makings of a full body blush. fingers gripping the sheets rhythmically as if the repetition would calm him.
Greg didn't want him calm. He wanted him wild, on the edge, begging for control. He wanted Mycroft, grabbing at his hair, thrusting into his mouth, begging for him to please god just let him come.
He looked almost there but Greg wasn't sure Mycroft's iron control would ever allow that much of a loss of control...to anyone.
So instead, he did what he usually did in near impossible situations, worked on a solution.
Leaning foreword, he pressed a kiss on Mycroft's stomach. One kiss, soft, gentle.
"We can begin negotiations for that later. For now though..."
Fingers slid back to that small hole, searching for the warmth, that one place that caused Mycroft to catch his breath, this time adding a second finger, carefully, gently.
"I think you ordered me to give you oral until you came. And I am very good at following orders, Sir."
He kept his eyes on Mycroft as he slid his mouth over that delicious cock once more, not sure if it was his mouth or the use of the word Sir that caused Mycroft's eyes to roll back.