Mycroft found himself pulled right into the very strong arms of one Gregory Lestrade, who was smiling at him like he had just invented the idea for lightbulbs. He tutted, softly, but that tut was cut off by a long, warm kiss that made his toes curl slightly into the bathroom tile.
When Gregory released his mouth, and murmured those words, Mycroft felt his own knees give a twitch. "... well I do have a rather nice silk one. With striped pajamas, I think we could have a respectable sleep-over."
A pleased hum left his lips, and he cupped Gregory's cheek. "You are utterly extraordinary yourself, you know." He kissed Gregory once more, before pulling away reluctantly. "We shall need pajamas before I embarrass myself by falling asleep on my feet before you."
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17/12/18 05:10 (UTC)When Gregory released his mouth, and murmured those words, Mycroft felt his own knees give a twitch. "... well I do have a rather nice silk one. With striped pajamas, I think we could have a respectable sleep-over."
A pleased hum left his lips, and he cupped Gregory's cheek. "You are utterly extraordinary yourself, you know." He kissed Gregory once more, before pulling away reluctantly. "We shall need pajamas before I embarrass myself by falling asleep on my feet before you."