Ah Gregory, if only you knew you already had your own country in the Memory Globe, you would not worry about whether or not Mycroft would remember this evening. Even now, as he was pinned to the bed, letting out hisses of pleasure and faint shock as he slipped all the way in as their mouths connected. He let out a sharp noise, his body falling back to the mattress, as he gave himself a moment relax - to get use to the press and feel of being completely filled.

So many years - too many years since he had felt this. Yet, he knew it would have been unwise to let himself have anything like this. Too vulnerable, too open. Yet he was safe here, the man above him would sooner set himself aflame than hurt him. You are with me now, and I shall not let you go.

He exhaled, sharp pants, before he finally looked up at Gregory, "... if you do not move ... I am going to grab your posterior ... and Make You."

That last part came out as the perfect level of frustrated and turned on growl.