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Mycroft stared down at the writhing form of Greg. Greg was spread out across the bed, his wrists tied to the headboard and his legs spread wide, leaving him completely exposed and naked. Mycroft smirked at the sight, feeling his own arousal spike as he took in Greg's flushed skin, the way his chest heaved with every breath, and the desperate look in his eyes.
"Please, Mycroft," Greg panted, pulling at the restraints. "I need you."
Mycroft raised an eyebrow, a small smile playing at the corners of his mouth. "Impatient, Detective Inspector?"
"You know I can't help myself when it comes to you," Greg replied, his voice hoarse with need. "Now come here and fuck me already."
Mycroft's smirk widened as he slowly began to unbutton his shirt, taking his time to draw out the anticipation. He knew exactly how to push Greg's buttons, how to drive him wild. And he loved having this effect on his detective.
Slowly, he climbed onto the bed, his eyes never leaving Greg's as he positioned himself between the other man's legs. Greg whimpered, his hips bucking up slightly as he sought friction. Mycroft chuckled, reaching out to stroke a hand down Greg's chest, relishing in the feel of his smooth skin under his fingertips.
"Patience, Inspector," he murmured, leaning down to capture Greg's lips in a searing kiss. Greg moaned into his mouth, his tongue seeking out Mycroft's. Mycroft kissed him deeply, tasting the salty sweetness of his mouth, before trailing kisses down Greg's neck, nipping and sucking at the sensitive skin.
"My...oh God, right there," Greg gasped as Mycroft found a particularly sensitive spot just below his ear. Mycroft smirked against his skin, sucking harder until a dark mark formed. He knew Greg would wear that mark proudly for days.
Pulling back, Mycroft reached for the lube that was always kept within arm's reach during their encounters. Coating his fingers, he slowly teased Greg open, adding more fingers as he stretched him, all the while listening to Greg's breathless moans and pleas for more.
Once Greg was sufficiently prepared, Mycroft lined himself up and slowly pushed into the tight heat. They both groaned at the sensation. Mycroft gave Greg a moment to adjust before beginning to move, setting a relentless pace that had Greg crying out with each thrust.
Mycroft knew exactly how to touch Greg, how to kiss him, how to fuck him to send him over the edge. And as Greg's body tightened around him, Mycroft felt his own release building. With a few more sharp thrusts, he sent Greg spirallingp over the edge, his name torn from Greg's lips as he came undone. Mycroft followed soon after, his own release leaving him shaking as he collapsed onto the bed next to Greg.
As their breathing slowed, Mycroft untied Greg, who immediately wrapped his arms around Mycroft, pulling him close. They lay tangled together, their sweat-slicked bodies pressed together as they caught their breath.
"That was..." Greg started, searching for the right words.
Mycroft raised an eyebrow, a hint of amusement in his eyes. "Mind-blowing? Earth-shattering? Life-altering?"
Greg chuckled, his chest rumbling against Mycroft's. "All of the above, as usual."
Mycroft smirked, satisfied with their usual mind-blowing encounter. "I aim to please, Detective Inspector."
"You certainly do, Mr. Holmes," Greg replied, his voice laced with satisfaction.