"So, um," Greg started, looking uncertain of the words, even as they tumbled from his mouth, "do you guys ever get carried away and just forget a step while in the bedroom?"
"What do you mean? Skip foreplay? Prep? Because foreplay can go by the wayside if we have to get to a case but still want to get a leg over before we go but prep never gets skipped."
"No. Um, something more basic than that."
John rolled his eyes, "Just spit it out Greg. It can't be that bad, right?"
"I was just wondering if you ever forgot to get one of you undressed before you started, you know, fucking. Because that happens a lot. I think it might be another kink for Mycroft."
John blinked rapidly a few times, trying to process what Greg had said, "So, how do you do it then? If you do not get undressed, would it not be a bit difficult to, you know, have sex? I would think that certain parts would need to be visible in order for that act to work."
"One of us is unclothed, usually me, but a few times a year, he tends to forget his clothes are on, bend me over the bed and take me, with just his cock hanging out of his pants and trousers. It is a weird feeling to have an expensive suit rubbing up against your arse when there is a cock inside you. "
John nodded, hoping that was the right reaction, "I can imagine. How does that even happen? At some point do you not realize that you are losing clothes at a faster rate than he is?"
"I probably should but generally I am so into what is going on that I am helping him get my clothes off and tend to forget that we need to get his off as well. Knowing Mycroft he uses some sort of mind control trick on me to keep me from paying attention."
"Yeah, he does, and it's called his dick. He just gets you so horny you stop paying attention. Nothing magic about that. Does it only happen with you naked and him dressed, or does it also go the other way around?"
Greg smirked, "Oh, it goes both ways. Honestly, more often than not, I am the one who is dressed while he is the one completely naked. Again, this is all Mycroft's doing. He gets me worked up and I tend to forget steps like 'remove clothes'. If I can get it out, we go with it.
"The other day I got home really late from work. The house was dark but there was a plate of food left for me on the counter. I reheated it and ate quickly, wanting to just get upstairs and get to bed. Dealing with Anderson and Donovan is exhausting sometimes."
"On my way upstairs, I stopped at each of the boys' rooms to give them a quick kiss goodnight even though both were sound asleep. The only light, besides to the two little night lights in Thomas and Liam's rooms, was the one in our bedroom so I opened the door and stopped dead still in the doorway.
"On the bed, spread out for all the world to see, or at least me, was my husband completely nude and lazily stroking himself. As I opened the door he spread his legs farther, and slid one hand down between his legs to push slightly at his entrance. We gasped simultaneously, him from the added pressure and pleasure, and me from the sudden spike of arousal that I was not aware I was capable of at my current state of exhaustion.
"While I stood there and stared he continued pleasuring himself, stretching and preparing, before lubing his hand and beckoning me forward. My legs moved on their own, pulling me from the doorway to the foot of the bed. I unbuttoned my fly tugging my trousers open and pushing my pants down under my balls, allowing my cock freedom to do what I wanted. Mycroft slid to the end of the bed and, taking me in hand, lubed me thoroughly while my head fell back and I panted at the feel of that strong hand wrapped around me.
"Lying back down, he lined his arse up with the end of the bed and I did not even think as I pushed my cock in, burying myself to the hilt in his tight warmth. We both moaned at the added pleasure and I stalled for a moment just to take in all the sensations. It had probably been less than two minutes from when I opened the door to when I was balls deep in his arse. When Mycroft wants something he does not do it half way.
"'Move, Gregory,' he growled and that was all the encouragement I needed. Considering that there had been no foreplay, for me at least, I knew this could last for awhile, which was alright as far as I was concerned. He was so tight, having done the bare minimum of prep that he needed. When people call him an uptight arse, they are not exaggerating too much. He usually needs a lot of stretching and relaxing, which is rather strange considering he bottoms 80 percent of the time. But he enjoys the prep, and I enjoy the prep, and we both enjoy the outcome so in the end that is all that matters.
"I moved slowly at first just getting the feel for it, letting him get used to the stretch. He will push himself to the limit but at the same time he knows exactly where the limit is and does not let me cross it, ever. I have to appreciate that as it takes a lot of the pressure off of me. He will let me know if he likes it, and if he does not, he will let me know even louder.
"His tip was leaking, cock bobbing up and down in the rhythm with my thrusts so I reached down, circling it lightly with my hand. At the briefest touch of my fingers to the sensitive skin, his hips jutted upward, thrusting into my fist, almost pulling me out entirely. I released my hold and licked my fingers, keeping my eyes on his the whole time, watching the pupils dilate and feeling him contract slightly around me. When my hand was clean, and moist, I returned it to his erection, this time gripping slightly harder and matching the cadence of my hips.
"He was sweating profusely, his body practically shimmering underneath me. In the position we were in, I was unable to bend forward far enough so I was taunted by a trickle of sweat that trailed from his temple, to his ear and then down his long elegant neck, begging for my tongue but unable to find it. I too was getting warm and realized that my suit was going to need to be dry cleaned after this. Strangely enough that odd, slightly out of context thought was what allowed me to finally let go, thrusting with abandon, causing him to scream out my name again and again. He grabbed me by my tie, pulling me down for a brutal kiss, teeth clashing together. With a final cry in my mouth, he came, strongly, all over my tie, pearlescent tracks running down the dark blue satin.
"Watching his eyes fall closed in relaxation and relief, I gritted my teeth and thrust once more deep inside him, emptying myself completely with not so much a word but a growl, staring down at him. The feel of my cum, hot and fast inside him, caused him to open his eyes, looking into mine. There was so much emotion behind it that even in my endorphin overloaded state, I could hardly hold back the gasp.
"'Welcome home, Gregory,' he said with a smile, pulling me in for a softer, more loving kiss than the one we had shared mid coitus. As I slipped from him, I pulled off my clothes, using my vest to clean us up as best as possible. One of the nice things about being in a relationship with the British government is that he knows all the best dry cleaners. The most discrete dry cleaners. And my suit was going to be on my way to them in the morning. I asked if he wanted a shower, but he just shook his head, crawling back up to the head of the bed, and pulling out the blanket from underneath him. Typically we do not sleep nude because of the boys and you never know when one of them may have a nightmare of need a drink, but tonight I was too tired to worry about finding pajamas. If need be, I could throw something on before going into their room.
"We lay there, side by side, just holding hands and enjoying the stillness. Cuddling is not something we do often, so when he rolled over, throwing an arm and a leg over me as he drifted off to sleep, I could not help but be a little surprised. I rubbed his arm, pressed a kiss into his forehead, and drifted off myself.
"I am not sure you want to know how often that scenario occurs for me. Pretty much every case that requires me being out late, I walk in to something like this. Not always the stroking though. Sometimes he is watching porn. Sometimes he has anal beads. I do not know why he likes this one person dressed, one person naked thing, but if it works for him, who am I to complain? The first time I tried to take all my clothes off prior to shagging him on one of these nights, he practically threw me down on the bed and rode me till we both came.
"Thinking about it now, it is amazing that I have any ties that are still safe to wear to work. I know he keeps one or two of them that have never made it to the dry cleaner. I do not ask what he does with them. I feel there are something that are better left to remaining a secret. You do not need to know EVERYTHING about your spouse after all."