Mycroft changed his mind, he was going to kill Gregory Lestrade. Or give him a really expensive car. He hadn't quite decided yet as the man slowly pumped into hi, and then moving in more steadily, before going shallow once more and then as deep as he could. Mycroft groaned, arching his back into the thrusts, lingering over each one of them as if he could somehow just keep Gregory's cock where it was by willpower alone.
Still, all he managed to get out was, "More ... like this but More ... god, please, Gregory ..." Fingers dug into Gregory's forearms, as Mycroft tried to move his body even more into the other man's, slapping their bodies together deliciously.
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3/12/18 05:01 (UTC)Still, all he managed to get out was, "More ... like this but More ... god, please, Gregory ..." Fingers dug into Gregory's forearms, as Mycroft tried to move his body even more into the other man's, slapping their bodies together deliciously.