Mycroft would never define himself as a romantic man, the after wasn't his speciality, intimacy was required for such a thing. But that was the first time Gregory would stay in his house, and his bed. I should have happened before, way before, but both man wanted to take easy with the other, never act as if the sex was the point in their relationship.
That was the day, with wine and trying to teach the inspector some dancing, slow kiss and calm sex. Mycroft never had this kind of experience before, never so gently. And, because of that, he didn't wanted to end like all the others before ended. He wasn't just get up and take a shower, and part his mind try to look a way to keep Gregory in bed as well, preferably interested on his partner. Boyfriend. Now they were boyfriends.
Gregory is terrible tired, as the government officer can see, too tired to speak or stand, what was good. And tired enough to just give a little smile with the sweet kiss putted in his cheek, and the careful arms around his waist. Mycroft hold him tightly in his chest, face in the grey hair and hands on the other's.
— Mycroft, you are adorably sweet, and a love to see the effort you are doing to make this amazing. And is working, love — he hears the deep and tired voice voice — But I'm not into being Little Spoon.
— What?
Mycroft untight the hug, getting slightly up to stare at the inspector. The man has a wide smile and the dark eyes open to the green, amused.
— Here, let me show you.
Gregory stands and put himself behind Mycroft, kissing his shoulder and laying down with the taller man in his chest, hands putted together on the full of freckles chest.
Mycroft doesn't understand the move, in his mind the logic was the bigger one hold the other, but he doesn't say a thing. The feeling of Gregory's chest in his back, added to the beard on the soft skin, the one who couldn't reach the neck, yet seemed to be enjoying just his touch, and the holding hands on his, against his still fast betting heart, is more than he could describe.
Gregory was way more than he could describe. The strong hold of the normally very delicate man and his soft breathing made Mycroft feel silly. He didn't need to hold the man in bed or his interest on what they just done. Sex was simply different to him, the hold after was something natural to him, the position, the felling.
— I mean like this, Myc — a shiver goes through the redheaded backs, but not the normal angry one because of the nickname, it was a comfort feeling, Gregory's voice had that kind of power — I got you, love.
