There is absolutely no possible way I am not going to end up feeling every bit of this in the morning. Mycroft's breath was coming out in sharp pants and grunts, and low dragged out moans as Gregory's pace went slow, then fast, then slow again. Sped up with each round and he felt his balls start to tighten again as the other man hit that bundle of nerves right on.

He gasped as he dug his fingers in as Gregory's body slammed into his, before he huffed out a breath. He looked up at Gregory, before his mouth twitched, "Well ... if what you are looking for is permission to give me a proper rogering, my darling ... go on. Put your back into it."