Oh. Mycroft Holmes was a genius. He was a genius who had just talked Gregory Lestrade into literally pounding him into the mattress. He sucked in a deep and hard breath before they all came out in exhalations, sharp pants that had him pressing his back down against the mattress. Gripping his hands into the sheets, ignoring the fact that he may or may not end up ripping them.
Besides, the besotted look on Gregory's face as he did all of this, lust mixed with adoration, and he knew he was probably mirroring it out. Which should fill him with a quick stab in his heart of panic -- but nothing. Just the quick pounding of blood in his veins and his own cock trying to get back into the party.
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Oh.
Oh. Mycroft Holmes was a genius. He was a genius who had just talked Gregory Lestrade into literally pounding him into the mattress. He sucked in a deep and hard breath before they all came out in exhalations, sharp pants that had him pressing his back down against the mattress. Gripping his hands into the sheets, ignoring the fact that he may or may not end up ripping them.
Besides, the besotted look on Gregory's face as he did all of this, lust mixed with adoration, and he knew he was probably mirroring it out. Which should fill him with a quick stab in his heart of panic -- but nothing. Just the quick pounding of blood in his veins and his own cock trying to get back into the party.