If Mycroft wanted faster, then who was he to go against an order?
Keeping the flat of his tongue braced against the side of Mycroft's cock, he began bobbing in earnest, quickening his pace, sliding down just a bit further with each down stroke, taking him a bit deeper into his mouth.
He kept an ear out for the tells, the change in breathing pattern, the tell take twitch of a hip or a leg. They rhythmic clutching of the sheets beside his head. The fingers that stroked and twitched just on the side of his temple, barely brushing his hair but enough for him to know those fingers were still there.
And if he knew,then maybe Mycroft was using it as an anchor, a focus point? Or maybe he was just having fanciful ideas about just how intimate this act really was.
He heard the soft catch of breath, the twitch against his tongue and he doubled down, hollowing his cheeks as he swallowed him down just a bit further, using that new sensation to couple with his fingers sliding in just a bit further into him, moving back the second knuckle on both fingers, the pads, rubbing against that bundle of nerves.
Greg's free hand slid over a hipbone, his thumb stroking the skin gently, a sign that yes, he was still with him. That it was okay, it was safe.
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14/11/18 20:50 (UTC)Keeping the flat of his tongue braced against the side of Mycroft's cock, he began bobbing in earnest, quickening his pace, sliding down just a bit further with each down stroke, taking him a bit deeper into his mouth.
He kept an ear out for the tells, the change in breathing pattern, the tell take twitch of a hip or a leg. They rhythmic clutching of the sheets beside his head. The fingers that stroked and twitched just on the side of his temple, barely brushing his hair but enough for him to know those fingers were still there.
And if he knew,then maybe Mycroft was using it as an anchor, a focus point? Or maybe he was just having fanciful ideas about just how intimate this act really was.
He heard the soft catch of breath, the twitch against his tongue and he doubled down, hollowing his cheeks as he swallowed him down just a bit further, using that new sensation to couple with his fingers sliding in just a bit further into him, moving back the second knuckle on both fingers, the pads, rubbing against that bundle of nerves.
Greg's free hand slid over a hipbone, his thumb stroking the skin gently, a sign that yes, he was still with him. That it was okay, it was safe.