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They finally drag themselves up the stairs, but they run into another issue as Greg crowds Mycroft against the wall. He curls his fingers through hair and lightly pulls his partner's head to the side. Mycroft allows it and lets out a delicious gasp at the stripe Greg licks from collarbone to ear.
"This-" Mycroft starts speaking again, "this is still not a bed, Gregory."
"You are determined about this bed thing, aren't you?" The sentence is whispered against his jaw through small nibbles and finished with a brush of lips.
"We are far too old to attempt sex on the floor or against the wall, my dear. Your knees and my back will fare much better should we find a padded surface to continue this on." He manages to say the whole phrase breathlessly and only falters when Greg finishes nibbling back up his jaw and starts pulling at his ear with sharp teeth.
They are pressed close together but purposely avoiding rutting against each other in the hallway. Greg has to admit that Mycroft is correct. He grabs his boyfriend's hand and starts marching quickly to the bedroom. Mycroft chuckles as he's pulled forcefully along.
"Impatient, are we?"
"Damn right I am. C'mere." Greg pulls him through the door and twirls them around. He pushes forward until the backs of Mycroft's knees hit the bed and they both fall into it with a noisy bounce.
"Now, can I finally fuck you like I've been wanting to all evening?" He glares, but it quickly softens with affection.
"If you insist," Mycroft smiles and pushes up into a kiss. His arms wrap about Greg's torso, and they stay wrapped there for most of the night.