If you were to tell Mycroft Holmes, at any point in his rather interesting and frankly dangerous life, a life filled with ignorant people who thought power somehow made up for intelligence, where people used emotions as weapons ... that he would be this gloriously happy?
He would have had them shot.
All right, perhaps just imprisoned.
Either way, the one feeling that he could sort in his mind as Gregory Lestrade pushed his way inside of him, that slow and sensual push, was happiness. Lust followed right after it, with the moan trapped over Gregory's face, the look of sheer ecstasy as Gregory sheathed himself inside of Mycroft. I am never letting this go - I am never letting you go - you are mine, Gregory.
It was possessive, it was most likely insane because Gregory was not going to let himself be kept like an overly loved poodle ...but there it was. Mycroft would do whatever he had to do to keep his lover.
My lover. He stuttered out a moan, his voice a low register hum as he managed to get out, "Gre ... gregory ... good god, yes..."
And then by some measure of athleticism made only possible by hormones, he managed to cant his head up enough off the bed to take Gregory's mouth again. He was going to feel all of this in the morning.
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30/11/18 14:30 (UTC)He would have had them shot.
All right, perhaps just imprisoned.
Either way, the one feeling that he could sort in his mind as Gregory Lestrade pushed his way inside of him, that slow and sensual push, was happiness. Lust followed right after it, with the moan trapped over Gregory's face, the look of sheer ecstasy as Gregory sheathed himself inside of Mycroft. I am never letting this go - I am never letting you go - you are mine, Gregory.
It was possessive, it was most likely insane because Gregory was not going to let himself be kept like an overly loved poodle ...but there it was. Mycroft would do whatever he had to do to keep his lover.
My lover. He stuttered out a moan, his voice a low register hum as he managed to get out, "Gre ... gregory ... good god, yes..."
And then by some measure of athleticism made only possible by hormones, he managed to cant his head up enough off the bed to take Gregory's mouth again. He was going to feel all of this in the morning.