Christ, those fingers. Firm and sliding over his abdomen.
It was everything he could do to not groan aloud at the touch. And those eyes, sliding seductively up his body as if he wanted to devour him.
Greg wanted to be devoured. But not quite yet. He allowed one more stroke of his cock before his hands slid over Mycroft's legs, sliding them upward, folding them towards his body.
"We can't have that," Greg said, his voice a soft rumble. Hands slid down warm thighs as he moved in closer, angling himself.
"Oh no, you ordered me to serve you," His voice was lower, raspy as he pressed at the entrance, warm, welcoming. Holding his cock, he steadily pressed, his other hand, gripping against the sheets beside Mycroft's shoulder. "Serve you I shall."
The feeling. Dear Lord the feeling. He moaned low, breathing harshly as he carefully pushed.
"Mycroft...oh Christ, Mycroft..." His head dropped, inches away from Mycroft's.
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It was everything he could do to not groan aloud at the touch.
And those eyes, sliding seductively up his body as if he wanted to devour him.
Greg wanted to be devoured. But not quite yet. He allowed one more stroke of his cock before his hands slid over Mycroft's legs, sliding them upward, folding them towards his body.
"We can't have that," Greg said, his voice a soft rumble. Hands slid down warm thighs as he moved in closer, angling himself.
"Oh no, you ordered me to serve you," His voice was lower, raspy as he pressed at the entrance, warm, welcoming. Holding his cock, he steadily pressed, his other hand, gripping against the sheets beside Mycroft's shoulder. "Serve you I shall."
The feeling. Dear Lord the feeling. He moaned low, breathing harshly as he carefully pushed.
"Mycroft...oh Christ, Mycroft..." His head dropped, inches away from Mycroft's.