Mycroft had never had someone lose their minds over him, before. He had to admit, it was something of a pure ego boost that he had not gotten outside of the Queen's direct praise. It might, in fact, still be coming up even.

He felt the throttle of another orgasm run through him, even if nothing came out it was still good enough to jerk him right after Gregory was finished.

Oh dear, these sheets would have to be changed. After he managed to get control of his limbs again. One hand went to Gregory's hair, and the other continued to squeeze the other man's hand as they both started to come down off the orgasm rush of hormones and blood surging away from the brain.

"...ah, gregory..." Was all he could manage to say, but he tried to pack as much feeling as he was capable of into those two words.