He felt it, that first twitch of Mycroft's cock, the clench against his fingers before the man above him let out a soft groan and then Greg was swallowing, again and again as the warm, salty liquid filled his throat. He swallowed everything he could, knowing he wouldn't be able to catch it all, not the way Mycroft's hips were thrusting against his mouth.
He kept up the slow, steady rhythm with his fingers, until felt the softening of Mycroft's cock against his mouth, heard the quite "no more" come from the man under him, the light, desperate grasp of his hair.
Slowly, removing his fingers, wiping them on the sheets - they would have to be changed when they were finished (he wondered where the sheets were in this house. In the cupboard just outside in the hallway or someplace in the basement of this house where only the staff- was there staff?- knew of their existence)- he licked Mycroft's cock clean, careful of oversensitivity, before letting his now soft cock slip from his mouth.
Pressing a wet kiss on Mycroft's hips, he wiped his mouth with the back of his hand and looked up at the man, a rather smug smirk on his lips.
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He kept up the slow, steady rhythm with his fingers, until felt the softening of Mycroft's cock against his mouth, heard the quite "no more" come from the man under him, the light, desperate grasp of his hair.
Slowly, removing his fingers, wiping them on the sheets - they would have to be changed when they were finished (he wondered where the sheets were in this house. In the cupboard just outside in the hallway or someplace in the basement of this house where only the staff- was there staff?- knew of their existence)- he licked Mycroft's cock clean, careful of oversensitivity, before letting his now soft cock slip from his mouth.
Pressing a wet kiss on Mycroft's hips, he wiped his mouth with the back of his hand and looked up at the man, a rather smug smirk on his lips.
"Was that to your satisfaction, Sir?"