Mycroft was rather wrecked - at least physically. He was keeping ahold of it mentally on the sheer hope that if he lasted long enough he wouldn't embarrass himself with how long it had been since he had sexual intercourse. He shivered as Gregory placed a soft kiss on his stomach, something in him shifting and cracking, his thoughts skittering briefly before he smiled warmly at Gregory. Lifting one hand to stroke long fingers along that carved jaw.

"I warn you - I am an excellent negotiator - Aaaah, Gregory..." He hissed out the other man's name in a moan as two fingers slid into him, and Gregory's mouth was wrapped around him again. He closed his eyes, dropping it back to the mattress as his voice rasped, "One hopes you are through in following your orders then, Gregory ... faster, if you will?"

He wanted - needed the friction that he knew would properly take both of them apart.