Mycroft felt, for the first time in a long time, emptied of thought, of concern and of constant vigilance over his body and his mind. It was freeing, for that few minutes before his mind kicked in again to answer Gregory, kneeing before him, looking as smug as a cat. He smirked in turn before he dragged the other man up over his bare body to kiss him insensible in answer.

Tasting himself was an interesting experience, but one he would not mind repeating. As it stood, he could still feel Gregory pressed against his stomach, hard and waiting, and he hummed a purr into Gregory's mouth.

"I am immensely satisfied, Gregory ... but now I think it is time we satisfy you. What would you like to do to me, Gregory, or have me do to you?"