Mycroft's moans were an aphrodisiac, spurring Greg to move in a steadier pace, speed up a little faster, but still slow enough to prolong the exquisite torture for the both of them.
The small problem being that Greg wasn't sure how much longer he could torture himself like this. The urge to move, to thrust to fuck Mycroft into the bed was becoming more and more urgent.
The feel of him surrounding his cock, the warm, tight, Christ! achingly perfect feel of this was almost too much to bear.
His thrusts became faster, his breathing more ragged. Mycroft's fingers digging into his arm as if he could control the speed of which Greg thrust into him by just a twitch of his finger. Which to be honest, he probably could.
A long, low moan left his mouth as he pulled away, only to thrust in quicker once more. He back straightened and he slid a hand along one of Mycroft's thighs.
"Sorry...I'm sorry..." he panted. "You...you feel so good, I don't know...how much longer I can last. Don't wanna hurt you but-Christ!- I'm...I can't hold back."
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3/12/18 21:46 (UTC)The small problem being that Greg wasn't sure how much longer he could torture himself like this. The urge to move, to thrust to fuck Mycroft into the bed was becoming more and more urgent.
The feel of him surrounding his cock, the warm, tight, Christ! achingly perfect feel of this was almost too much to bear.
His thrusts became faster, his breathing more ragged. Mycroft's fingers digging into his arm as if he could control the speed of which Greg thrust into him by just a twitch of his finger. Which to be honest, he probably could.
A long, low moan left his mouth as he pulled away, only to thrust in quicker once more. He back straightened and he slid a hand along one of Mycroft's thighs.
"Sorry...I'm sorry..." he panted. "You...you feel so good, I don't know...how much longer I can last. Don't wanna hurt you but-Christ!- I'm...I can't hold back."