I accept prompts, if you wanna chuck any out the 30 (90) day list is not set in stone!
Didn't have a lot of time for this and its been a while since i've wrote anything of this nature so be nice, note that the rating for this has gone up to T.
I was going to do watching a movie for this, but then i thought about it and realised that most people did the watching a movie prompt with Mystrade so i thought i'd try something different.
Day 3 - Watching a movie/gaming
The fourth consecutive groan in five minutes was what finally broke Mycroft's control. Looking up from his book with a sigh he turned his gaze onto his partner across the room. Oblivious to his gaze Gregory continued to frown down at the tablet in his hands, apparently becoming even more frustrated with what it was showing him, as he let loose another groan.
"What are you doing Gregory?" Mycroft finally asked, holding his place in his book carefully.
"Donovan bet me that I couldn't beat her at this game she found," Gregory replied absentmindedly still absorbed in the game.
When his partner had managed to remain silent for a number of minutes, Mycroft returned his attention to his book, hoping that he would encounter no further interruptions.
Glancing up, as he turned his page a few seconds later, he was just in time to watch Gregory moan and chuck the tablet face down on the couch beside him. Running his hands through his hair the other man opened his mouth to whine, "It's not fair! I can take a defeat, but this is just pathetic," he groaned.
Pulling his eyes from where they had become lost in his partners hair, Mycroft opened his mouth in the hope of dissuading Gregory from his game. Unfortunately, across from him, Gregory was already picking up the tablet with a sigh.
Resigning himself to the fact that he wouldn't be finishing his book tonight, Mycroft marked his page and put it aside, as Gregory began his game anew. Siting back, Mycroft allowed his gaze to wander back to his partner's hair.
Following the ruffled locks down, Mycroft caught sight of the blush beginning to stain his lover's cheeks, lending the man a debauched look as it descended down his neck and onto his chest. Mycroft let out a small moan of frustration when his gaze was blocked by the start of Gregory's shirt. Feeling a blush of his own begin to overtake his features, Mycroft couldn't stop himself from releasing another moan as Gregory slumped further into the sofa, his shirt riding up as his legs splayed out slightly to the side.
With his eyes darting over his partners new found position Mycroft squirmed in his own seat, trying to accommodate for the new found tightness in his trousers. Breathing slightly heavier then was perhaps normal, Mycroft ran his eyes up his partner's body his mind conjuring up memories of their past encounters from just the splay of Gregory's legs.
Roving his eyes up further, Mycroft took in the sliver of skin now visible above his partner's waistband. Images of himself kneeling between those legs, nipping at that strip of skin flooded into Mycroft's mind. Not even trying to contain his moan, Mycroft bucked up slightly into the hand that had migrated into his lap, as the imaginary Mycroft in his mind lowered his head further, finally succeeding in his quest to distract the man from his game.
Glancing up, eyes lidded with arousal, Mycroft nearly lost it at the sight of his partners tongue poking out the side of his mouth in his concentration. New images of Gregory pulling him up and into his lap, bucking their hips together, as he initiated a battle for dominance in their mouths overwhelmed Mycroft's mind.
So lost was he in his fantasy that Mycroft did not notice Gregory crossing the room to stand behind him, until a tablet was unceremoniously dropped into his lap jolting him back to reality.
Jumping in surprise, Mycroft swung his head around, breath coming faster as he registered his partner's proximity. Allowing his eyes to slip closed, Mycroft absorbed the feel of Gregory at his back and the warmth of his partners breath against his neck as he breathed, revealing in the shivers this simple contact sent down his spine.
With a monumental effort Mycroft focused his attention on the words Gregory was speaking, feeling a wave of irritation as he realised his partner was still going on about that bloody game.
"So then her tanks take that position, and I am done for every time." His partner moaned brushing his chest against Mycroft's shoulder as he leant over to point at a specific point of the map Mycroft now registered was below him. "I won't be able to concentrate on anything until I beat her," his partner lamented.
Closing his eyes against the warmth of his partner's body and the force of his own arousal, Mycroft took a deep steadying breath. Gazing down at the game, Mycroft quickly took stock of the mechanics moving Gregory's remaining troops into a position of certain victory.
Dimly hearing Gregory's happy exclamations as the victory sign flashed on screen, Mycroft turned the device off and flung it across the room. Not caring where it landed Mycroft pulled a surprised Gregory onto his lap. "No more distractions," he growled into the man's ear, as Gregory finally registered the extreme state of arousal his partner was in. Not allowing the man to say anything Mycroft pulled his head down, melding Gregory's lips with his, determined to resume where his fantasy had left off.
In case its isn't clear Greg is playing a turn based game against Donovan, where each player has troops and gets to move a certain amount of units per turn like ... actually i can't actually think of an example of that sort of game right now, which is ridiculous since i have played many of them over the years.
Don't you think Mycroft would dominate one of these types of games though?