For Mousie - Anticipation of Pleasure

[brotherthine]

Mycroft had arranged entire countries over the course of a few days, but he never felt the thrill of pleasure and anticipation that came from clearing his Tuesday evening to meet with Gregory Lestrade. He had done a solid eight hours of work on Sunday, going through emails, red-lettering reports, writing five of his own. Monday he went in and told Anthea precisely what he needed over the next forty-eight hours, and like the miracle that she was, she made sure his schedule ran like clock-work.

With sandwiches, salad, tea and a review on the Government's policy for romantic engagements and privacy disclaimers, no less. Not to mention not one, but two cigarette breaks.

He bought her a new holster for her slinky-dress .22, and made sure she had tickets to the ballet that she had been dying to see. It was the very least he could do considering he was getting precisely what he wanted.

...well, mostly what he wanted. Tuesday night was rolling around towards 8 pm, and he was slowly considering calling in favors to have President Donald Trump and his entire staff of idiots bombed out of existence by some very disgruntled Canadians. Instead, he checked the timer on his lasagna, made sure that his salad was freshly cut, and then proceeded to give a Trump a blistering review of his entire life than left everyone in the Oval Office silent for some time, before someone croaked, 'You can't possibly know all that -'

Which was the point that Mycroft sucked in a breath, heard the ring of the doorbell and went to pull open the door and gesture Gregory inside without a backwards glance. It was unfortunate, but all of his focus now had to go into the next two minutes so he could finish this deal and have the rest of his evening.

"I could so possibly. I could possibly ruin every last one of you sniveling idiots with a stroke of my pen and my whisper in the ear of any of the many, many American publications. I know it all, gentlemen and ladies. I know about the bought sex. I know about the wire transfers. I most definitely know about the abortions that would politically cripple all of you within your own party. I also know that the last time a fascist leader tried to pull this sort of threat to the British Government, the British Government did not budge an inch. Neither, gentlemen, will I. Sign the agreement. Smile for the cameras. Or be prepared to be on the front of every newspaper in the world, and in jail within the next eighteen months. Good. Night."

He clicked off his phone, and exhaled, rubbing one hand over his face. "My apologies - the new American President is unfortunately as thick as a post. I also meant to go and put my suit coat back on from the kitchen but that did not occur either."

So here he was in his favorite dark grey suit - or at least most of it. Comfortable trousers, deep blue tie, and he had at least shaven today. Otherwise, he knew he still had his persona of the British Government up and running, so he took another breath so he could finally look properly at Gregory, and soak in the other man's charm and warmth, as well as peer to see what the other man was flaunting with his broad shoulders.

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[yarddog]

At the Met, Greg was In Charge. Evan after that fiasco with Donovan and Anderson during the Moriarty case that backfired horribly on both of them, Greg was firmly In Charge. Sally knew it now and their work relationship was never better.

His officers knew who was In Charge, every day they stepped into the office. He was the boss, the man they followed and looked to for direction. He answered to very few and the ones he did answer to usually had to power to fire him or sign his paycheck.

Even Sherlock, as much as he liked to think he was the Alpha in their relationship, was never in charge. He liked to give merry chases and act pompous but it was always Greg's investigations. He chose who to delve priority to.

But here, listening to Mycroft order his about, it sent chills down his spine. Good chills, the kind that somehow trail down the core of ones body and set off good chills in all the right pleasure zones.

Here Mycroft was In Charge, and Greg was perfectly fine with that. He'd happily do whatever the other man wanted, so long as he praised him with that voice and didn't let him go.

Two orgasms in one night...he wasn't a spotty teen anymore, but damn if he wouldn't try. He'd almost come when Mycroft had said mine.

It was too much. He needed this man, needed to feel him, taste him, surrounded himself with him.

A soft moan fell from his lips as he smiled warmly, his hand still lazily stroking Mycroft's cock.

"Whatever you command." he growled before lowering his head once more and allowing his mouth to engulf Mycroft's cock, sliding down the shaft and making sure he took in every bit of it he could before letting up a bit, just enough to swirl his tongue around the head before swallowing him down once more.

He could do this all night should Mycroft order it, his only thought at that time was making this man moaning above him happy.

[brotherthine]

Whatever you command... - how soon could one propose marriage? Surely not during sex, that would seem as coerced by lust. Mycroft was going to have to figure out the logistics, again, in the morning.

So much math. So much delicious math.

In response, he hooked one long leg up over the other man's shoulder, and braced his foot against the mattress. He did have to stretch his long arm a little to reach the lube in the drawer, but it was well worth it for the smoky, deliriously happy look in Gregory's eyes.

He tossed it gently on the duvet, and whispered hoarsely, "I command you to not touch yourself while you're touching me ... because I want you to come inside of me, Gregory."

[yarddog]

Well he hadn't even thought about touching himself until the man above him commanded him not too.

Now he was painfully aware of this throbbing cock, so hard he wasn't sure how he was functioning what will what seemed all the blood in his body at the head between his legs instead of the head between his shoulders. Mycroft's leg over his shoulder and his willingness to spread himself gave him a small kick of anticipation.

He wanted this, wanted it as much as Greg did, was enjoying it as much as Greg was. He ran his hand up Mycroft's legs, memorizing the feel of the soft flesh at the inside of the man's thigh in contrast to the rougher flesh around his knees.

Greg's hand left his leg to reach for the lube, he heard land on the bed beside him with a soft thump. His mouth still working on Mycroft's cock, sliding his tongue along the root and using the flat of his tongue to press against the veins as he slid his mouth up.

Releasing his mouth, he pressed a kiss on the inside of Mycroft's thigh before ducking down to run his tongue against the man's perineum, licking and gently sucking at the flesh, his nose rubbing against his scrotum as he licked.

He wanted to feel the shudder that usually came with this move, the catch of breath, as most men didn't do this. Oral was so much more than just sucking cock, there was so much more to do to turn a man on and Greg was going to try everything.

[brotherthine]

Oh dear GOD. Mycroft wasn't entirely certain he hadn't shouted that outloud, for Gregory Lestrade and all unsundry to hear. As it was, he felt his hips twitch upwards into the direction of Gregory's altogether hungry mouth, and one hand went into Gregory's hair. Twisting silver strands around his long fingers.

He huffed out a breath, feeling his thoughts congeal, mind processing and cataloging everything to be remembered later. Fondly rubbed against, like a silken sheet. Another breath now, but it was a hum.

"...your mouth should be catagorized under dangerous weapons of mass destruction. At least mine."

[yarddog]

Greg chuckled, low in his throat as he continued to nuzzle and lick, alternating between kisses against the soft skin of Mycroft's inner thigh, the long slow lick of his cock and the controlled swipes of his tongue around the perineum.

Squirting a bit of lube onto a finger, Greg slid his hand lower, sliding a finger down, rubbing gently against the small indentation found there.

"The only target I'm set on destroying is you."
Greg's voice was soft, interspersed with soft swipes of tongue and open mouth kissed pressed against skin.

"I want to break you apart and put you back together. Right here, right now, in this bed. Wanted it for longer than I want to admit."

The finger pressed a little firmer, slowly sliding inward as Greg laved Mycroft's cock.

"Tell me if I'm doing something wrong, if you don't like something. I want this to be good for you, so good for you."

He looked up at Mycroft, almost spread out in abandon on the bed above him, looking delicious and almost debauched. Greg loved this look on him, realized he wanted to see it more.

[brotherthine]

"Well that is encouraging oh dear lord do that again - " Mycroft hissed out as Gregory's finger gently nudged inside of him just as Gregory's mouth touched his cock. His entire body jerked in response, drawing Gregory in deeper and making Mycroft bit his lip harder than he normally would. One hand went down to dig into Gregory's hair while the other wrapped around the duvet to hold on for dear life.

"... you realize at some point, soon, I will want to know how long you actually wanted to do this?" He breathed out, closing his eyes as he catalogued all the delicious sensations happening at once. One corner of his mouth hooked up before he heaved out another groan. Lifted his head to look down at Gregory.

"Oh, trust me, I shall be quite clear in displeasure and pleasure, my dearest Gregory. Do ... please, carry on." Before he really started to beg.

[yarddog]

The corner of Greg's mouth hitched up and without taking his gaze from Mycroft, he lowered down and took Mycroft's cock into his mouth once more as his finger slid in just a little further into that warm space inside, sliding to the second knuckle this time before sliding out once more.

"That?" he asked playfully. "Is that what you wanted again? Or this?"

Sliding his finger in once more, he ran the flat of his tongue from the bottom of Mycroft's perineum to the tip of his cock matching the movement with the slow withdrawal of his finger.

Greg groaned, sliding his mouth down Mycroft's cock once, more as if it was a delicacy that needed to be savored.

"Christ Mycroft," he rasped. "I can't get enough of the taste of you."

Sliding his mouth down once more, he began sucking in earnest, savoring and groaning, his finger sliding in and out of Mycroft at a leisurely pace.

[brotherthine]

"Mmm, I believe my answer shall be - all of the above."

Mycroft breathed out, letting his eyes close, letting his mind wander to precisely memorize what Gregory was doing to his body, that caused his heart rate to jump, for sweat to start to form on his chest and through the top of his head. The feel of Gregory moving and moaning around his cock, finger sliding up inside of him in precisely timed motions. This was going to be a much larger mind palace add-on than he previously realized, but that was acceptable.

It was more than acceptable.

Oh, right, he was meant to be saying more and thinking less. Talking seemed to drive Gregory right through the roof, so he was going to be as verbal as possible. "You know, I am starting to think you have some sort of obsession with the taste and feel of me. I am wondering if this is a case of you thinking about this for far longer than you wanted to admit. Tell me, Gregory..." And here he purred out in the lowest possible register, "How long have you wanted me to fuck your mouth?"

[yarddog]

Greg groaned, low and deep, sliding his mouth down deeper before sliding up and letting his cock slip out of his mouth completely.

He licked his lips, sliding his finger free and looked up at Mycroft.

"Christ, you're trying to kill me. Couple of years now." he answered honestly. "Couldn't do much about it considering but..." He gave a slow cheeky grin. "In my mind however..."

Greg ducked his head once more, slowly licking a stripe up Mycroft's cock, before glancing back up at him.

"So, do we want to talk about it, or would you prefer you fuck my mouth?" This time the grin turned a little mischievous. "Or is there something else in mind, you'd prefer to fuck?"

[brotherthine]

Mycroft exhaled out heavily, arching his hips and feeling something of a groan of displeasure as Gregory slipped his mouth free. Yes, he had the distinct feeling he would be begging soon enough.

He gripped Gregory's hair, before he hummed softly under his breath, "I have wanted to do all sorts of things to you since you laughed at me in that warehouse."

A shudder ran through him, before he exhaled slowly. "I would like to fuck several parts of you - so please let me know what you would prefer and where..."

[brotherthine]

Mycroft exhaled out heavily, arching his hips and feeling something of a groan of displeasure as Gregory slipped his mouth free. Yes, he had the distinct feeling he would be begging soon enough.

He gripped Gregory's hair, before he hummed softly under his breath, "I have wanted to do all sorts of things to you since you laughed at me in that warehouse."

A shudder ran through him, before he exhaled slowly. "I would like to fuck several parts of you - so please let me know what you would prefer and where..."

[yarddog]

His voice was pure dripping sex on warm chocolate. The timber slid deliciously down his spine and made him want to do all sorts of things just to hear Mycroft Holmes groan his name.

Greg wondered if it were possible to come from someone saying your name, just right

Licking his lips, he found his breath, watching Mycroft above him. No matter how together the man sounded, the visual told him he definitely was not.

Heaving chest, the makings of a full body blush. fingers gripping the sheets rhythmically as if the repetition would calm him.

Greg didn't want him calm. He wanted him wild, on the edge, begging for control. He wanted Mycroft, grabbing at his hair, thrusting into his mouth, begging for him to please god just let him come.

He looked almost there but Greg wasn't sure Mycroft's iron control would ever allow that much of a loss of control...to anyone.

So instead, he did what he usually did in near impossible situations, worked on a solution.

Leaning foreword, he pressed a kiss on Mycroft's stomach. One kiss, soft, gentle.

"We can begin negotiations for that later. For now though..."

Fingers slid back to that small hole, searching for the warmth, that one place that caused Mycroft to catch his breath, this time adding a second finger, carefully, gently.

"I think you ordered me to give you oral until you came. And I am very good at following orders, Sir."

He kept his eyes on Mycroft as he slid his mouth over that delicious cock once more, not sure if it was his mouth or the use of the word Sir that caused Mycroft's eyes to roll back.

[brotherthine]

Mycroft was rather wrecked - at least physically. He was keeping ahold of it mentally on the sheer hope that if he lasted long enough he wouldn't embarrass himself with how long it had been since he had sexual intercourse. He shivered as Gregory placed a soft kiss on his stomach, something in him shifting and cracking, his thoughts skittering briefly before he smiled warmly at Gregory. Lifting one hand to stroke long fingers along that carved jaw.

"I warn you - I am an excellent negotiator - Aaaah, Gregory..." He hissed out the other man's name in a moan as two fingers slid into him, and Gregory's mouth was wrapped around him again. He closed his eyes, dropping it back to the mattress as his voice rasped, "One hopes you are through in following your orders then, Gregory ... faster, if you will?"

He wanted - needed the friction that he knew would properly take both of them apart.

[yarddog]

If Mycroft wanted faster, then who was he to go against an order?

Keeping the flat of his tongue braced against the side of Mycroft's cock, he began bobbing in earnest, quickening his pace, sliding down just a bit further with each down stroke, taking him a bit deeper into his mouth.

He kept an ear out for the tells, the change in breathing pattern, the tell take twitch of a hip or a leg. They rhythmic clutching of the sheets beside his head. The fingers that stroked and twitched just on the side of his temple, barely brushing his hair but enough for him to know those fingers were still there.

And if he knew,then maybe Mycroft was using it as an anchor, a focus point? Or maybe he was just having fanciful ideas about just how intimate this act really was.

He heard the soft catch of breath, the twitch against his tongue and he doubled down, hollowing his cheeks as he swallowed him down just a bit further, using that new sensation to couple with his fingers sliding in just a bit further into him, moving back the second knuckle on both fingers, the pads, rubbing against that bundle of nerves.

Greg's free hand slid over a hipbone, his thumb stroking the skin gently, a sign that yes, he was still with him. That it was okay, it was safe.

[brotherthine]

Well naturally he wanted faster - he enjoyed things that kept up with the pace of his mind. Like the speed of Gregory's mouth, sliding up and down his cock? Mycroft found the quick slick and slide very soothing as well as arousing, because his mind jerked with every single slide of Gregory's delightful mouth.

His fingers did start to clutch into the sheets - after all he was not a young man any more. He knew that he would come within minutes of being swallowed down by Gregory. What really did it though, was Gregory deepening his swallow just as his fingers dipped in deeper and twisted on that bundle of nerves. That small touch, that glide of trustworthy fingers?

Mycroft was gone, over the cliff and crashing into his first decent or rather, excellent orgasm in over ten years.

[yarddog]

He felt it, that first twitch of Mycroft's cock, the clench against his fingers before the man above him let out a soft groan and then Greg was swallowing, again and again as the warm, salty liquid filled his throat. He swallowed everything he could, knowing he wouldn't be able to catch it all, not the way Mycroft's hips were thrusting against his mouth.

He kept up the slow, steady rhythm with his fingers, until felt the softening of Mycroft's cock against his mouth, heard the quite "no more" come from the man under him, the light, desperate grasp of his hair.

Slowly, removing his fingers, wiping them on the sheets - they would have to be changed when they were finished (he wondered where the sheets were in this house. In the cupboard just outside in the hallway or someplace in the basement of this house where only the staff- was there staff?- knew of their existence)- he licked Mycroft's cock clean, careful of oversensitivity, before letting his now soft cock slip from his mouth.

Pressing a wet kiss on Mycroft's hips, he wiped his mouth with the back of his hand and looked up at the man, a rather smug smirk on his lips.

"Was that to your satisfaction, Sir?"

[brotherthine]

Mycroft felt, for the first time in a long time, emptied of thought, of concern and of constant vigilance over his body and his mind. It was freeing, for that few minutes before his mind kicked in again to answer Gregory, kneeing before him, looking as smug as a cat. He smirked in turn before he dragged the other man up over his bare body to kiss him insensible in answer.

Tasting himself was an interesting experience, but one he would not mind repeating. As it stood, he could still feel Gregory pressed against his stomach, hard and waiting, and he hummed a purr into Gregory's mouth.

"I am immensely satisfied, Gregory ... but now I think it is time we satisfy you. What would you like to do to me, Gregory, or have me do to you?"

[yarddog]

The kiss was...

It was indescribable.

No matter what Greg had just done, how intimate they'd just been, the kiss was so much more intimate than he could deal with at the moment.

All he wanted, aching cock or no, was to curl up next to this man and let him sooth him to sleep. He wanted the comfort this kiss promised, this moment of just being themselves without the remainder of the world knowing or caring.

But it wasn't time for that. Not now, if Mycroft's low tones had any say. His words reminded his own cock that it was wanting.

Greg frowned almost uncomprehending. He'd been promised that if he was good then he could have Mycroft.

He still wanted that, wanted to fill him up, to feel that tightness around himself. To lose himself in Mycroft Holmes.

For a moment he regretted making the other man come with his mouth, because watching him come while he fucked him would have been so damn satisfying.

His hips rutted once against Mycroft's hips as if in response to the man's question.

"Need you." he answered, almost with a needy sigh, his hand reaching up to stroke Mycroft's chest. "Need to be in you. You said that's how you wanted me."

I need you like that. Please say yes.

[brotherthine]

If one could exude the need to be held, to be loved, it would be Gregory Lestrade. Mycroft could feel it in the soft way that Gregory touched him, the way he closed his eyes during their kiss. Mycroft could imagine he could touch the scars left by his ex-wife in this brilliant man, bright and ugly red marks carved over his soul that made him crave something as simple as touch.

Honestly he was going to deport her to Australia.

He cupped his hand around Gregory's cheek, sliding his fingers up into that now sex-mussed silver hair that truth be told, drove him insane with lust. Silver-haired fox, indeed. He drew Gregory down again, savoring another kiss while he whispered into Gregory's mouth.

"I would very much like, Inspector, for you to press me down into this mattress as you come inside of me so hard we both see galaxies behind our eyelids. So yes, I want you ... and I want you right now."

[yarddog]

"Fuck."

The word hissed from Greg's mouth, his cock standing at attention at Mycroft's words. That second kiss had been just so...

He felt...safe. Safe enough to play these little games without retribution or contempt. Safe enough to have a bit of innuendo or dirty talk in the bedroom without the fear of repercussions. Hell, maybe later on, safe enough to laugh in the bedroom without worrying that the laughter was directed at him or misconstrued.

Safe enough to do what he was about to do. Which was, hopefully, turn Mycroft on just a bit more.

Blindly, he felt around the bed until his hand fell upon the bottle of lube laying right where his head had been, right beside Mycroft's hip.

"Fuck." he repeated in a whisper, pressing his head against Mycroft's sternum for just a brief moment, savoring that one brief moment where he felt...something. His heart beat hard against his chest once, before settling.

He glance up at the man with a gleam in his eye, hint of mischievousness on his lips.

Not breaking eye contact, he straightened, just enough that he was kneeling over Mycroft. He popped the lid and poured a bit of lube in his hand.
Dropping the small bottle between his legs, he rubbed his hands together and slowly, teasingly, began stroking himself, his thumb brushing over the head of his cock as he kept Mycroft's gaze.

"I live to serve, Sir" he answered, his tone promising to do just what Mycroft had ordered and more.

[brotherthine]

Mycroft breathed out as his light blue eyes slipped down to where Gregory was sliding his hand up and down his own cock. He exhaled deeply and heavily, siding his gaze upward Gregory's body. He could not help himself - he reached out to touch all those muscles, that olive tinted skin that was just begging to be touched. He hummed again, as he tipped his head up again to meet that merry, dark gaze.

"Darling Inspector, I have total faith in your ability to serve me." He exhaled deeply, feeling that through every inch of his naked body. Good lord, he had not had a decent refractory time since he was a young man and had first discovered sex. Still, he had it on good personal authority that it might just happen again, watching Gregory Lestrade prepare himself. It wasn't normally so warm in his bedroom, so he had to imagine all this sweat was merely coming from the pool of heated blood in his stomach, contracting his veins pleasantly with anticipation.

"However, I must warn you, if you do not hurry up, I may take matters in hand for the next round of things."

[yarddog]

Christ, those fingers. Firm and sliding over his abdomen.

It was everything he could do to not groan aloud at the touch.
And those eyes, sliding seductively up his body as if he wanted to devour him.

Greg wanted to be devoured. But not quite yet. He allowed one more stroke of his cock before his hands slid over Mycroft's legs, sliding them upward, folding them towards his body.

"We can't have that," Greg said, his voice a soft rumble. Hands slid down warm thighs as he moved in closer, angling himself.

"Oh no, you ordered me to serve you," His voice was lower, raspy as he pressed at the entrance, warm, welcoming. Holding his cock, he steadily pressed, his other hand, gripping against the sheets beside Mycroft's shoulder. "Serve you I shall."

The feeling. Dear Lord the feeling. He moaned low, breathing harshly as he carefully pushed.

"Mycroft...oh Christ, Mycroft..." His head dropped, inches away from Mycroft's.

[brotherthine]

If you were to tell Mycroft Holmes, at any point in his rather interesting and frankly dangerous life, a life filled with ignorant people who thought power somehow made up for intelligence, where people used emotions as weapons ... that he would be this gloriously happy?

He would have had them shot.

All right, perhaps just imprisoned.

Either way, the one feeling that he could sort in his mind as Gregory Lestrade pushed his way inside of him, that slow and sensual push, was happiness. Lust followed right after it, with the moan trapped over Gregory's face, the look of sheer ecstasy as Gregory sheathed himself inside of Mycroft. I am never letting this go - I am never letting you go - you are mine, Gregory.

It was possessive, it was most likely insane because Gregory was not going to let himself be kept like an overly loved poodle ...but there it was. Mycroft would do whatever he had to do to keep his lover.

My lover. He stuttered out a moan, his voice a low register hum as he managed to get out, "Gre ... gregory ... good god, yes..."

And then by some measure of athleticism made only possible by hormones, he managed to cant his head up enough off the bed to take Gregory's mouth again. He was going to feel all of this in the morning.

[yarddog]

Greg was three steps from the edge, trying his best not to be that guy who gets two pumps in and then loses himself.

Hearing Mycroft underneath him, moaning, begging... it made that edge even closer.

His hands fisted tighter into the sheets, focusing on the feel of the sheets against his palms to counteract, if even a little, the enormous pleasure that was racing down his spine at the moment. He wanted to thrust, to push, to claim.

He wanted Mycroft, wanted to brand himself into the man's skin. It was stupid but he wanted to know that when Mycroft went to work tomorrow, sat down at his desk, he'd remember Greg and this night. That the memory of this would linger in the man's mind - if he did indeed have a mind palace like Sherlock - that this night would have it's own special room.

Mycroft lifted his head, catching Greg's mouth with his own; hot, needy, possessive, and Greg's hips jerked on their own accord, sliding home, filling him.

A hand left the sheets, cupping Mycroft's neck, resting there, the feel of skin against his palm reminding him that yes, he was here and this was happening.

He wanted this to last for hours. He wanted this again and again and with a shooting flash of clarity Greg realized,

this might be home.

That edge inched closer.

[brotherthine]

Ah Gregory, if only you knew you already had your own country in the Memory Globe, you would not worry about whether or not Mycroft would remember this evening. Even now, as he was pinned to the bed, letting out hisses of pleasure and faint shock as he slipped all the way in as their mouths connected. He let out a sharp noise, his body falling back to the mattress, as he gave himself a moment relax - to get use to the press and feel of being completely filled.

So many years - too many years since he had felt this. Yet, he knew it would have been unwise to let himself have anything like this. Too vulnerable, too open. Yet he was safe here, the man above him would sooner set himself aflame than hurt him. You are with me now, and I shall not let you go.

He exhaled, sharp pants, before he finally looked up at Gregory, "... if you do not move ... I am going to grab your posterior ... and Make You."

That last part came out as the perfect level of frustrated and turned on growl.