The word hissed from Greg's mouth, his cock standing at attention at Mycroft's words. That second kiss had been just so...
He felt...safe. Safe enough to play these little games without retribution or contempt. Safe enough to have a bit of innuendo or dirty talk in the bedroom without the fear of repercussions. Hell, maybe later on, safe enough to laugh in the bedroom without worrying that the laughter was directed at him or misconstrued.
Safe enough to do what he was about to do. Which was, hopefully, turn Mycroft on just a bit more.
Blindly, he felt around the bed until his hand fell upon the bottle of lube laying right where his head had been, right beside Mycroft's hip.
"Fuck." he repeated in a whisper, pressing his head against Mycroft's sternum for just a brief moment, savoring that one brief moment where he felt...something. His heart beat hard against his chest once, before settling.
He glance up at the man with a gleam in his eye, hint of mischievousness on his lips.
Not breaking eye contact, he straightened, just enough that he was kneeling over Mycroft. He popped the lid and poured a bit of lube in his hand. Dropping the small bottle between his legs, he rubbed his hands together and slowly, teasingly, began stroking himself, his thumb brushing over the head of his cock as he kept Mycroft's gaze.
"I live to serve, Sir" he answered, his tone promising to do just what Mycroft had ordered and more.
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28/11/18 17:42 (UTC)The word hissed from Greg's mouth, his cock standing at attention at Mycroft's words. That second kiss had been just so...
He felt...safe. Safe enough to play these little games without retribution or contempt. Safe enough to have a bit of innuendo or dirty talk in the bedroom without the fear of repercussions. Hell, maybe later on, safe enough to laugh in the bedroom without worrying that the laughter was directed at him or misconstrued.
Safe enough to do what he was about to do. Which was, hopefully, turn Mycroft on just a bit more.
Blindly, he felt around the bed until his hand fell upon the bottle of lube laying right where his head had been, right beside Mycroft's hip.
"Fuck." he repeated in a whisper, pressing his head against Mycroft's sternum for just a brief moment, savoring that one brief moment where he felt...something. His heart beat hard against his chest once, before settling.
He glance up at the man with a gleam in his eye, hint of mischievousness on his lips.
Not breaking eye contact, he straightened, just enough that he was kneeling over Mycroft. He popped the lid and poured a bit of lube in his hand.
Dropping the small bottle between his legs, he rubbed his hands together and slowly, teasingly, began stroking himself, his thumb brushing over the head of his cock as he kept Mycroft's gaze.
"I live to serve, Sir" he answered, his tone promising to do just what Mycroft had ordered and more.