Fair warning, it gets a little explicit in this chapter.
But it's in good taste.
You'll get that when you read it.
The spa had been amazing. Greg walked out feeling more relaxed than he had in longer than he could remember. It was like gliding on a cloud. Mycroft seemed to be feeling a similar way, as he moved much more like he was floating. Dinner had been excellent, comprising of the pizza he'd shared with Mycroft on one of their first dates, and an array of craft beers he knew Mycroft had requested the restaurant allow.
They arrived home satisfied and content with the world. Mycroft had said that he'd selected one of Greg's favourite movies to watch in the home cinema, where they sat with a drink and snuggled each other. Mycroft even initiated some kissing, of which Greg didn't mind in the least. In fact, he got a little handsy, making Mycroft blush.
"So, when's this dessert you said you'd organised?" Greg whispered into Mycroft's ear as he slowly stroked his chest through the shirt he'd unbuttoned.
"Are you really thinking about your stomach?" Mycroft inquired with a smile.
"Always. But if you want to skip dessert, I'd be ok with that."
"Hehe, no, I promised you your favourite dessert on me, and I intend to deliver."
"Hmmm… yes, but that was at the restaurant, where I assumed you were not so subtly indicating that you were paying for it all. Now we're home and you're continuing to phrase it that way, I am thinking you have something else in mind." Greg uttered huskily, causing Mycroft to shiver.
Instead of answering, Mycroft leaned in for another kiss. Greg responded gladly, probing against Mycroft's lips with his tongue. He'd had enough beer to be buzzing and have his inhibitions lowered, and to make him a bit randy. Well, if he was fair to himself, Mycroft was good at doing that last one to him all on his own.
"The movie's almost over, why don't we continue this elsewhere?" Greg uttered, his face millimetres from Mycroft's. The British Government swallowed and nodded.
Greg stood and grabbed Mycroft's hand, and pulled him up out of the seat. He then lead the way to the bedroom, still holding his hand.
"Why don't you go get some water first? I need a moment to … prepare myself." Mycroft stated while at the door. Greg raised his eyebrows.
"Of course, you wicked man." He uttered, barely loud enough for Mycroft to hear. He then walked downstairs to the kitchen.
He drank some, and waited a little for Mycroft to be done with whatever he'd planned. Greg reminisced over the day he'd had. It had been wonderful, and all entirely directed towards him. Mycroft really outdone himself, and had shown how far he'd come in being in a relationship.
"Definitely becoming husband material." Greg muttered to himself warmly as he filled up the glass again.
Deciding he couldn't wait anymore, and the anticipation for what he'd find upstairs was becoming too uncomfortable to remain clothed, Greg made his way upstairs.
The door creaked gently as Greg opened it. His eyes lavishly fell upon the pale figure on the bed. He was utterly naked and covered in pieces of nougat from the crotch up. Greg shivered and swallowed.
"I hope you find this enjoyable." Mycroft spoke to him.
Mycroft didn't have to wait to find out, since Greg was already half way through removing his clothes. It didn't take long for Greg to be completely naked as well, and approaching the bed.
"I won't bother to ask how you knew I love nougat."
Instead of picking up a piece to eat, he carefully positioned himself to be kneeling over Mycroft. He bent forward and kissed him deeply, humming in delight. Mycroft raised his arm and ran in up Gregory's spine, careful not to make any of the pieces fall off his belly as he did so. He was glad his gesture had paid off. He wasn't exactly all that comfortable with food and his body put together, but trusted it to go down well with Gregory and so gathered the courage to try.
Greg broke the kiss and nuzzled his way down Mycroft's neck, licking at the soft tender skin over his Adam's apple. He slid down further, and grasped the first piece of nougat from the top of Mycroft's chest. He was sure to chew it making as little noise as possible; he knew Mycroft couldn't stand the sound of chewing, and he was ever so close to the man's ears.
The nougat was exquisite. Much better than the whipped sugar he normally bought himself. He hummed.
"It's Italian. There's a berry one, and a nut one." Mycroft said proudly.
"The berry one is good. I hope you remembered where you bought it."
"I do, of course, my dear. But I don't think I'll disclose their location."
"Oh, why do you torture me so?" Greg cooed, licking down Mycroft's chest to score another piece of nougat.
"B-because, Gregory, I have to consider your blood sugar…" Mycroft stuttered at the feeling of a warm tongue sliding over his chest.
Greg enjoyed the second piece, the nut one.
"Both flavours are amazing." Greg said, sitting upright, straddling Mycroft's thighs. He noticed that his partner was getting rather excited at the contact, and decided to to run the palm of his hand up Mycroft's crotch.
"Hnnggg… Gregory…"
"You like that, my sweet?" Greg teased, licking his lips. Mycroft was definitely sweet right now.
"Yes." Mycroft breathed, trying to remain still.
Using the palm of his hand only, Greg rubbed up and down along Mycroft's length a few times more before sliding his fingers up the ginger belly hairs to grasp another piece of nougat. He licked it for Mycroft to see, flicking his tongue over the treat before taking the whole thing in his mouth. He was glad to see it was having the desired affect on Mycroft. That affect was definitely effecting him, as well. He moved back down to hover over Mycroft's chest, nibbling at his ear softly, and ever so gently pressing his length against Mycroft's. The man below him moaned breathily at the contact, and Greg smiled lustfully.
"I'm going to have a lot of fun with you." He uttered, giving him a kiss.
"I hope so."
Greg slid himself further down Mycroft's legs so that he could lay down and still have his head hover above Mycroft's gloriously soft belly. He pressed his nose into the soft layer of pudge, wiggling it slightly, before trailing kisses down from Mycroft's sternum to his navel. There were still a few pieces of nougat there, and Greg tried hard not to make them fall. It was an enticing means to keep Mycroft still … and it was exciting to play with that fact. Greg's mouth found one of the pieces, but merely took a nibble from it before moving his mouth further downwards. He nuzzled the tip of Mycroft's cock and gave it a quick lick.
"Mmm, sweet and salty. You're the whole package, aren't you, my dear?" Greg teased, and Mycroft groaned softly in response. Greg then licked from the base of his length all the way up to the tip, and encased his mouth around the hard member.
Mycroft jerked involuntarily despite all attempts at remaining motionless. Greg took him tantalisingly slowly, as much as he could fit in his mouth, before releasing him with a pop. Mycroft's face made it obvious he was desperate for more, but said nothing. Greg smiled slyly and moved back up to continue nibbling at the piece of nougat he'd bitten previously. He let his body lay completely on top of his partner, which freed his hands to allow them to run up Mycroft's sides. He could feel the tingles underneath his fingertips at his touch, and the soft throbs Mycroft's prick made against his neck and chest.
They were entranced by each other, forgetting the outside world existed… until Greg's phone rang. He sighed loudly and let his forehead rest against Mycroft's body.
"You don't have to answer." Mycroft stated, also annoyed that the mood was broken.
"I'll see who it is. It could be important." Greg grumbled, getting up to pick up his phone from the beside table. He looked at the caller ID, and saw that it was Sherlock. He raised an eyebrow.
"I have to take this, I'm sorry Myc." Greg reluctantly said, knowing that his lover would understand. Greg had said to Sherlock he could call any time.
"Sherlock?" Greg said as he answered the call, and watched as Mycroft groaned in frustration and let his head fall backwards onto the bed.
"Greg. I don't know what to do."
"About what, Sherlock?"
"I can't do it without him, Greg!"
"Do what?"
"Anything! Life is just too boring knowing he's away and I can't contact him."
"Sherlock… he's only been away for a day."
"Yes, I know, and I'm already bored!"
"Look, can we discuss this in the morning?"
"No. I need to have distraction now."
"I don't know, Sherlock, start an experiment. Go to sleep. Play the violin. Something. We'll talk in the morning." Greg said in a rush.
"Why can't I just come over and spend time with you? That's what friends do, isn't it?"
Greg sighed. He could tell the man was just being a whiny child, and that there wasn't actually any threat of danger tonight. And so, he decided to be firm with him.
"Sherlock, unless you want to come and help me eat nougat off your brother's navel, we'll talk tomorrow."
Greg heard Sherlock gag and then the call ended. Greg smiled to himself, feeling rather pleased with how he handled the situation. Mycroft was making a face like he was trying not to explode. Greg looked at him quizzically as he put his phone away, and then Mycroft burst out laughing. His belly jiggled so much that all the pieces of nougat fell onto the bed. Mycroft heaved for breath as he snorted and shouted. It was contagious, and before he knew it, Greg was dying of laughter as well.
Once they'd both calmed down, they were able to think about what they were doing before they were interrupted.
"Awh, the nougat is getting fluffy." Greg pouted.
"Yeah but you like fluffy things." Mycroft chided.
"Not food!" Greg said in a strange mix of indignant and playful.
"Well, looks like you're just going to have to eat something else." Mycroft mused with his eyebrow raised, and stretching out his lean body.
"I think I can live with that. A bit saltier than I had expected for dessert, though."