Chapter Forty-Nine: Blood, Sex And Booze
Beta: chasingriver
Title: Blood, Sex And Booze by Green Day
Warnings: Graphic m/m oral sex, fingering, anal sex, D/S, spanking, and explicit language
Author's Note: And here it is! Sorry for the wait, but as I said, my beta was on holiday. So a big round of applause for the lovely chasingriver and her ability to read smut on an aeroplane. This chapter wouldn't be half as good without her.
So... yup, the big sex chapter is here. If you don't like reading graphic boy/boy sex then skip this chapter completely. Seriously, it's just a whole lot of smut. Also, listen to the Green Day song, it's awesome.
Enjoy, my lovelies :)
{Dreamer}
Greg blinked. 'Erm... what?'
'I want you to fuck me,' Mycroft repeated and tugged at Greg's belt. 'Preferably right now, please.'
'I... uh...'
Mycroft was kissing his neck and Greg moaned. He tilted his head to give the red-head more access and shivered as Mycroft's lips sucked at his skin. When he felt Mycroft's fingers begin to undo his belt he snapped back to himself.
'Wait, wait,' Greg said, pushing Mycroft away by the chest. Mycroft leaned back and frowned, his lips slightly swollen and red. Greg groaned; God he was gorgeous.
'What's wrong?' Mycroft asked. Suddenly he looked worried. 'Did you not want-'
'No, no, I do!' Greg said quickly. 'Fuck, Mycroft, I've wanted you since that first bloody party.'
Mycroft's frown deepened. 'I don't understand.'
'Well, I don't... I don't want you to be doing this just because we agreed that we're actually dating,' Greg said honestly. 'We could have fucked weeks ago but you've been holding back and suddenly you want to have sex and...'
Mycroft moved forward as Greg trailed off and looked the other teenager over. He reached up and cupped Greg's cheek, thumb stroking the smooth skin.
'Gregory, I was waiting because I was worried,' Mycroft said. 'I didn't want you to get sex and then move on. I waited because I wanted you to get to know me, to want me as more than just a hot body.'
Greg nodded slowly; he remembered Mycroft saying that and chewed on his lip.
'I've wanted to sleep with you since I was fifteen,' Mycroft admitted, blushing slightly and making Greg grin. 'But with you it's more, Greg, it's not just sex.'
'Okay...'
'I now know that you actually want me, that you like me,' Mycroft continued. He stroked Greg's cheek again. 'I want to sleep with you, and not just because now you're my boyfriend. I want to sleep with you because if I have to go one more day without your cock in my arse I'm going to combust.'
Greg groaned and closed the gap between them, crushing his mouth against Mycroft's. Mycroft held onto his face with one hand while his other twisted in Greg's shirt.
When they broke apart for air, Mycroft hissed, 'I want you inside me, now, fucking me as hard and fast as you want.'
'Holy fucking hell,' Greg moaned, wrapping his arms around Mycroft and rutting against him. 'Are you serious?'
'Yes.'
'You... God, you want me to fuck you?' Greg asked.
'Yes,' Mycroft hissed, kissing and licking Greg's neck.
'Fuckin' hell, you've just made me the happiest guy in the world,' Greg groaned. He kissed up Mycroft's neck and face before sealing their lips together. 'You got condoms and lube?'
'I think we're beyond condoms,' Mycroft moaned, head tilted back.
'Oh God,' Greg groaned. 'I've never fucked a guy without a condom.'
'M-Me either,' Mycroft stuttered, grabbing and squeezing Greg's arse.
'If we do this I'm fucking dominating you, no topping from the bottom,' Greg said. 'I'm gonna fuck your arse so hard you can't sit or walk properly.' Mycroft whimpered and rutted harder against him. 'I'm gonna absolutely fucking wreck you,' Greg hissed.
'Please,' Mycroft begged.
'It won't always be like that, but I really think you need it,' Greg said, tugging Mycroft's bottom lip between his teeth. When he drew back he stared at Mycroft hard, their eyes both blown with lust. 'Is that alright?'
Mycroft nodded quickly and tugged Greg forward by the back of the neck. The two exchanged a sloppy, passionate kiss before Mycroft broke away.
'I've never... let anyone lead in bed,' Mycroft said softly. 'I don't know what to do.'
'Just let go,' Greg whispered and pressed delicate kisses to his partner's face. 'I don't want to hurt you, or hold you down or... or any of that shit. I just want to make you feel good; let me be in control of our pleasure.'
'You... you can hold me down,' Mycroft said softly.
Greg chuckled. 'You'd like that, huh?'
'Maybe,' the genius mumbled.
Greg smiled and kissed him again. 'Relax,' he whispered before pushing Mycroft down onto the bed. The red-head let himself fall and at Greg's directions he shuffled up the mattress until his head hit the pillows. Greg slowly crawled up his body and Mycroft felt his cock twitch in interest.
Greg's hands slowly but strongly rubbed up from Mycroft's ankles to his thighs, up his stomach and chest, before going back down to his legs again. Mycroft whimpered as Greg moved further up his body until he was pushing Mycroft's legs apart. Greg settled between them, hands still exploring Mycroft's clothed body, while he bent down to kiss at his covered chest.
Mycroft let his head tip back and for once just let himself enjoy it. Usually he'd be touching, or tugging Greg up for a kiss. But he trusted Greg- he wanted Greg to be in control. So he kept his body relaxed and open.
Greg was still stroking his thighs and it sent little tingling sensations throughout the genius' body. His hands were warm, even through Mycroft's tight jeans, and his fingertips kept brushing against the bulge in Mycroft's crotch every third or fourth rub.
Mycroft moaned and glanced down to see Greg still kissing his chest lightly. His brown hair was in disarray and Mycroft said, 'Can I touch you?'
Greg chuckled against him. 'Go ahead,' he murmured. 'But slowly, m'kay?'
Mycroft nodded, even though Greg couldn't see him. He reached out with his right hand and gently threaded his fingers through his boyfriend's soft, slightly curly locks. Greg hummed and started kissing over Mycroft's left nipple and the taller boy couldn't hold in his gasp. His fingers tightened in Greg's hair and Greg chuckled again.
'Easy there,' he said softly. His left hand stroked along Mycroft's stomach and up, up, until his thumb flicked over Mycroft's other nipple. The small nub hardened beneath Mycroft's shirt and he moaned.
Greg shifted between Mycroft's legs, which moved and hooked around Greg's thighs. Mycroft couldn't help but rub the heel of his foot up and down Greg's leg.
'Mm,' Greg hummed before grabbing the hem of Mycroft's shirt and tugging. 'This has to come off.'
Mycroft sat up and quickly stripped, throwing his shirt across the bed and onto the floor. Greg smiled and the genius said, 'Your shirt?'
'Oh, you want it off?' Greg grinned. He played with the hem of his own shirt. 'Ask nicely.'
Mycroft huffed but said, 'Gregory, please take your shirt off.'
'I like this,' Greg smiled as he tugged his shirt off. 'You, asking for my permission. Should do it more often.' Mycroft rolled his eyes and Greg chuckled. 'You know what, I don't wanna be on top anymore,' Greg said. He rolled onto his back, head hitting the pillows, and looked up at his boyfriend. 'Come here.'
Mycroft swallowed thickly and straddled his boyfriend's hips.
'Come here,' Greg repeated.
Mycroft slowly lowered himself until his and Greg's torsos were pressed together. Greg let out a moan and Mycroft shivered at the feel of hot skin on skin. Greg wrapped an arm around Mycroft's shoulders while his other hand threaded through Mycroft's hair. He tugged his partner forward and Mycroft moaned as their mouths met.
Unlike the first time they'd kissed, Greg was in complete control. He crushed his lips to Mycroft's and the genius whimpered. A hot tongue traced his bottom lip before Mycroft opened up. Greg absolutely devoured his mouth; his tongue traced Mycroft's gums and teeth before flicking over the roof of his mouth. And then it tangled with Mycroft's tongue, the two dancing in the red-head's mouth until both were fighting for breath.
Mycroft was impossibly hard and ground his groin against Greg's. He felt the older boy's erection press against his and moaned into Greg's mouth.
Suddenly Greg ripped their lips apart and Mycroft gasped as the hand that had been gently touching his neck tugged at his hair painfully hard. His eyes- which he didn't remember closing- flew open and found Greg's.
'Did I say you could rub against me?' Greg demanded. Mycroft was too stunned to answer and earned another sharp tug against his scalp. 'Did I?'
'N-No,' Mycroft grunted.
'No, I didn't,' Greg scowled. 'So don't fucking do it!'
He tugged Mycroft down and fucked the genius' mouth with his tongue. Mycroft was sure he'd never get the taste of Greg out of his mouth, not with the way the older boy's tongue was pushing into his throat, into every single part of him.
Just when Mycroft was sure he'd pass out from lack of air and arousal, Greg pulled away.
Gentle lips pressed against Mycroft's ear and he both felt and heard Greg panting heavily as he hissed, 'You said you wanted me to dominate you... do you?'
'Y-Yes,' Mycroft answered.
'Well do as you're fucking told!'
'You didn't tell me to do anything!' Mycroft retorted.
Greg chuckled. 'Oh, naughty little boy toy, huh? Well I'll show you.'
He rolled them before Mycroft could react and ripped at the red-head's jeans. By the time Mycroft caught his breath both he and Gregory were naked and Greg was lying atop him.
Though they'd been naked together before- and had sex, for that matter- this still felt different. They were going to have the type of sex they'd both wanted since that party at Matt Sanders' house. Greg was actually going to be inside Mycroft. It made the genius feel aroused, nervous, and annoyed all that the same time.
On one hand, he really couldn't wait to have Greg inside him; his cock stretching, filling, making Mycroft burn. On the other, Mycroft was worried Greg wouldn't like it, that he wouldn't like it; what if they were better off sticking to frottage and blowjobs?
And then, of course, there was the slight annoyance; Greg was fucking Mycroft. Mycroft was on the bottom here. Mycroft Holmes usually topped; he was usually the one doing the fucking. Yet here he was, letting Greg take control. The fact that it turned him on was both exhilarating and annoying.
Mycroft's thoughts really weren't making much sense. Neither were his feelings for that matter. He wanted Greg to take control; so why the fuck was he fighting himself?
Suddenly Greg's hands stilled against Mycroft's stomach and the red-head blinked back to himself.
'What's wrong?' Greg asked.
'What? Nothing.'
'Mycroft,' Greg sighed and sat back, all traces of dominance gone. 'Come on, tell me what's wrong.'
Mycroft sat up and threaded his fingers through Greg's hair. He leaned forward and pressed their lips together softly before he pulled back, a smile on his face. 'Honestly, Gregory, nothing's wrong. I was just thinking too hard.'
'Are you sure?' Greg asked.
'Yes,' Mycroft nodded. 'I want you to fuck me; I want you to be in control. Please don't stop.'
Greg looked Mycroft over carefully before their eyes once more locked; Mycroft let his defences down so Greg could see that he really did want this. After at least three minutes of silence Greg's warm, rough hand pressed to Mycroft's abdomen.
Mycroft let himself tip back so he was once again lying on his back with Greg between his legs. Greg kissed him again and Mycroft got lost in it; Greg's warm lips and wet tongue; Greg's slightly calloused hands stroking up and down his stomach and hips; Greg's stockier body pressed hard against his own.
He moaned against Greg's lips when their cocks lined up and Greg started rolling his hips. Mycroft had to rip their lips apart to breathe and Greg buried his face in the genius' neck as he continued to move his lower half.
'Oh God,' Mycroft moaned.
'Feels good?' Greg asked in a breathy mumble.
'Uh-huh,' Mycroft nodded.
The brunette smiled before drawing back and pecking Mycroft on the lips. 'Stay,' he ordered. Mycroft nodded. 'Lube?'
'T-Top drawer,' Mycroft said. 'Bedside table to your right.'
Greg smiled as he slid across the duvet on his knees. He pulled the top drawer open and pushed aside a few odds and ends before finding a half-empty bottle of lubricant.
'And what exactly do you use this for, Mr Holmes?' Greg asked. He crawled back over to Mycroft, who hadn't moved an inch.
'I...' Mycroft said before clamping his lips shut.
'Ah, ah,' Greg said, 'you gotta answer me.'
Mycroft groaned but said, 'I masturbate.'
'How?' Greg asked.
'Um... using my own hand is better when it's wet; feels better,' Mycroft admitted.
Greg smiled. 'Do you ever use your fingers?' he asked. Mycroft peeled his eyes open when he heard the cap of the bottle pop open. He watched Greg squeeze a generous amount of gel onto three fingers. 'Well?' Greg prodded.
'S-Sometimes,' Mycroft said.
'And... do you think about me?' Greg asked. He was spreading gel along his fingers, making sure they were all coated, and Mycroft swallowed thickly when chocolate brown eyes flicked up to his face.
'Yes,' he admitted.
Greg smiled. 'Good boy. You get a treat for bein' honest.'
Mycroft's hips jolted when he felt cold, wet fingers touch his arse.
'Shh,' Greg hummed. 'You want this, don't you?'
'Yes,' Mycroft said.
Greg slowly pushed a finger between the red-head's cheeks, touching his entrance and making Mycroft whimper. 'You want my big fingers in your tight hole?' Greg asked.
'God yes.'
The older boy chuckled. 'How much do you want it?' he asked while his finger teased Mycroft's puckered entrance.
Mycroft's breathing hitched and his legs shook. It had been so long since he'd bottomed.
'Gonna answer me?' Greg's finger moved away and Mycroft moaned.
'No, no, no!'
Greg snickered.
'Please,' Mycroft begged, shuffling his hips, trying to get Greg's finger back.
'Answer me and I'll touch your arse again,' Greg said. His fingers ghosted along Mycroft's inner-thigh, leaving goosebumps behind.
'Uh,' Mycroft moaned. His head flopped back onto the pillows and he breathed in deeply. 'What was the question?'
Greg chuckled and continued touching Mycroft softly. 'How much do you want it?'
'Bad,' Mycroft said immediately and Greg smiled. 'Please, Greg. I need your fingers.'
'Do you?'
'Yes!' Mycroft whimpered. His legs twitched, both wanting Greg's touch and not wanting it on his inner-thighs.
'Hmm... m'kay, since you were so sweet to answer me,' Greg said. He went back to Mycroft's arse, his fingers slipping between Mycroft's cheeks easily. He went back to rubbing the genius' entrance.
Mycroft moaned and his fingers dug into the sheets beneath him. It felt so good, just having Greg touch him there. The heat in his stomach was building to an impossible height and he was sure his cock was going to explode. But Greg seemed in no hurry to move things along-
- that was what Mycroft thought until a thick finger breached his entrance and was quickly swallowed to the knuckle.
He couldn't stop from crying out and his top half leapt off the bed. Fingers digging into the sheets, he stared at Greg with lust-blown eyes. The older boy smirked as he pushed his finger all the way in. Greg had to bite his lip; Jesus Christ was Mycroft tight!
'Okay there?' Greg asked.
Mycroft nodded before slowly settling back down on the bed. 'Fuck.'
Greg chuckled. 'Feel good?'
'Hnn...' Mycroft nodded again, 'real good.'
Greg slowly drew his finger out before going back in. Not wanting to hurt Mycroft, and knowing his boyfriend didn't bottom often, Greg kept his pace slow and gentle. As much as he wanted to throw Mycroft down and fuck him into the mattress, he needed to prepare the red-head first. The fucking would come later; Greg would make sure of it.
So Greg slowly but surely prepared his boyfriend, getting harder and harder listening to the soft whimpers and gentle moans Mycroft was giving.
Mycroft himself was lost in a sea of pleasure. He felt so very full, especially when Greg had three fingers in him. His own fingers were still digging into the sheets and his legs shook either side of Greg. He was panting and generally making a fool of himself, but he couldn't bring himself to care. It just felt too good, having Greg's fingers inside him. They'd never crossed that line, only Mycroft had ever had his fingers inside Greg.
And now here they were, Greg was about to be inside him. Mycroft still couldn't get over how amazing that sounded. He'd never been this excited or turned on. He didn't know what it was about Greg that made him so aroused, but Mycroft never wanted to be without it.
Mycroft was brought back to reality when Greg's fingers pulled out of his stretched entrance. He blinked rapidly and glanced up to see Greg with the lube bottle. He poured a generous amount onto his hand and used it slick his cock up while he tossed the bottle over his shoulder.
Mycroft swallowed thickly when Greg said, 'Roll over,' but did as he was told. He felt warm, wet hands grab his hips and understood instantly. Quickly he scrambled onto all fours and Greg chuckled. 'So eager, hmm?'
Mycroft didn't say anything.
'So eager,' Greg elaborated, 'to have my cock in you.'
Mycroft definitely whimpered quite loudly at that.
'You ready?' Greg asked.
Mycroft nodded and inhaled sharply when he felt the tip of Greg's cock press against his entrance. Slowly- so slowly that Mycroft was just about ready to scream- Greg pushed the head of his prick in.
Mycroft's head dropped forward and he groaned. It had been months since he'd bottomed... now that Mycroft thought about it, the last person he'd bottomed for had been John Ralling.
And why the fuck was he thinking about that when Gregory Lestrade's cock was slowly sliding into him?
Oh, yeah... maybe because it was slowly.
'Faster!' Mycroft begged.
'Fuck off,' was Greg's reply. 'I'm in charge here.'
Mycroft whimpered. Greg's words made his skin tingle and his cock throb. Fuck, that shouldn't have been hot. Greg saying that shouldn't have made Mycroft's arousal double.
There was nothing Mycroft could do. He'd agreed to let Greg be in control. So he just knelt there and whimpered as Greg slowly but surely pushed in.
Greg was about average in length, but he more than made up for that in girth. He was the thickest guy Mycroft had ever bottomed for and his muscles were making that known; despite the preparation, there was still a sharp burn that accompanied the wonderful feeling of Greg entering him.
Mycroft hissed and his hips jolted back, trying to pull away from the hurt. Greg stopped immediately and rubbed Mycroft's back. 'You okay?'
'Uh... just... a minute.'
'You sure?'
'You're... um...'
'What?' Greg asked, worry clear in his voice.
'You're the... thickest guy... to...'
A grin tugged at Greg's lips, not that Mycroft could see it. He did hear the smugness that underlined Greg's words as he spoke. 'I am, huh? Well... how about that.'
'Nnn...'
'Not the longest, though?'
He thrust a little faster and Mycroft's arms almost gave out beneath him. 'Oh, fuck.'
'What was that?' Greg teased.
'Please,' Mycroft whimpered. He thrust his hips back slightly and finally took Greg in completely.
Greg wanted to shout; he was in charge here, not Mycroft! But the feelings that swept through him washed everything else away. Holy fuck was Mycroft tight! And warm... so goddamn warm. It felt like hot velvet wrapped around his cock, or silk. Just... something good, Greg really didn't know.
After a few minutes where all the two teenagers did was gasp and shake, Greg finally got control of himself.
'You litter fucker,' he growled. 'Who said you could fuck yourself on my cock?'
'Gregory-' Mycroft cut himself off with a cry when Greg drew out before slamming back in. 'Oh God.'
Greg wasn't going slowly now; he wasn't waiting for Mycroft to get used to him; no, he was fucking Mycroft as long and hard as he goddamn wanted.
And Mycroft was in heaven.
All his senses were in overdrive as Greg drove his cock over and over again into Mycroft's willing body. Mycroft felt his muscles scream in protest as they were forced apart, but all that did was turn him on even more. The wet sound of Greg sliding in, the sharp slap of skin against skin, and Greg's huffing pants while he dug his nails into Mycroft's hips were all so fucking arousing Mycroft was sure he was going to explode.
'Fuck, you're so tight... so good,' Greg moaned. He scratched one hand down Mycroft's back and the genius arched beneath him. 'Feel so good wrapped around my cock,' Greg continued. 'Oh Christ.'
He was relentless in his pace and Mycroft felt the bed shake beneath them. The headboard was in danger of crashing into the wall and the canopy above them swung back and forth. But Greg continued to pound into his boyfriend and Mycroft felt his arms weakening under the strain.
Mycroft collapsed onto the bed suddenly and took Greg with him. The two were still as they breathed heavily and Greg managed to say, 'You alright?'
'Y-Yes,' Mycroft panted. 'Sorry, it was just... too intense.'
'Sorry.'
'Not your fault,' Mycroft mumbled.
Greg waited a minute until Mycroft nodded for him to continue. Carefully, he rolled them both onto their sides until they were spooning, Greg still inside the other teenager.
Mycroft took a few deep breaths and said, 'I'm sorry, it's just been a while since I bottomed.'
'S'fine,' Greg said.
'You're very good.'
Greg chuckled and kissed Mycroft's shoulder. 'You sure know how to stroke a guy's ego.'
'Mm...' Mycroft hummed and thrust back, taking more of Greg's cock into him. Greg let out a moan and Mycroft said, 'Gonna fuck me or not?'
Greg sighed. 'Cheeky little slut,' he hummed while he kissed Mycroft's shoulder. 'You know what I do to cheeky little sluts?' He drew his cock all the way out and Mycroft whimpered at the loss. Slowly, achingly slowly, Greg pushed back in halfway...
... and then he pulled out again.
'Please, don't tease me,' Mycroft moaned.
Greg continued to, though. He thrust in fast and hard before pulling out, and then circled the head of his cock around Mycroft's entrance before dipping in lightly.
Mycroft was whimpering and trying to thrust back, but kept stopping himself at the last second. Greg grinned; Mycroft was finally giving in and doing what Greg wanted. Greg hadn't asked him not to push back, Mycroft just knew not to.
He was finally submitting.
'Good boy,' Greg cooed. 'You get a reward for being such a good little boy.'
Mycroft opened his mouth to ask what but promptly shouted. Greg had thrust all the way in and kept thrusting; on his side, his balls slapped against Mycroft's arse. The bed rocked with their rhythm and the sharp sound of flesh against flesh echoed around the room along with Mycroft's moans and Greg's grunts.
Suddenly Mycroft found his head tilted back and Greg's lips pressed against his own. Greg drew him in for a hard, passionate, absolutely harsh kiss that stole Mycroft's breath and bruised his lips. His skin felt like it was on fire and he sweat slicked both his and Greg's bodies.
When Greg finally broke away, his breathing harsh, Mycroft moaned.
'Like that?' Greg asked.
'Y-Yes,' Mycroft gasped.
Greg wasn't hitting his prostate but he was getting pretty damn close. And Mycroft had the feeling his boyfriend was purposely missing...
... which just made it that much hotter.
Greg was kissing him again and Mycroft let himself get lost in the pleasure; Greg's skilled, plump lips sucking his own; Greg's tongue licking up and down his gums, the roof of his mouth, his own tongue; Greg's right arm wrapped around Mycroft's neck while his left hand stroked up and down Mycroft's chest, his hips, his leg.
'Oh God,' Mycroft cried out when Greg wrenched his left leg up. The brunette held it steadily above their bodies and lifted his hips off the mattress as he ploughed into Mycroft. 'Oh God, fuck, shit!' Mycroft grunted with each thrust.
Greg let go of Mycroft's leg and, like a good submissive, Mycroft kept it where it was. He shuddered and moaned when he felt Greg's hand skim up and down his thigh before pinching his arse.
'Fuck yes!'
'You like that?' Greg asked.
'Y-Yes,' Mycroft grunted.
'Hmm... Mycroft, I want you to touch yourself.' Mycroft hesitated but when Greg growled, 'Touch yourself!' he complied. His right left hand wrapped around his cock and slowly pulled from root to top.
'O-Oh...'
'How's that feel?' Greg asked.
'S-So good...'
'Mm, greedy little cock slut, aren't you?' Greg hissed. 'You like a cock in your arse and a hand on your own dick, don't ya?'
'Yes,' Mycroft nodded in agreement.
'Hmm...' Greg hummed before his hand moved higher. He rubbed up and down Mycroft's hip and side before his finger-tips skimmed the red-head's stomach. He climbed higher and higher until Mycroft felt a finger circle his nipple.
'FUCK!' Mycroft arched off of Greg before slamming himself back down, forcing Greg's cock in deep and making the brunette grunt hoarsely. Mycroft felt pleasure race down his body from his nipple and join the swirl of o-fucking-kay that was steadily building in his belly. 'Oh fuck, Greg, Jesus Christ,' Mycroft moaned.
'I take it... you like that?' Greg panted.
'Y-Y-Yes,' was Mycroft's choked reply.
'Good to know,' Greg said. He pinched Mycroft's nipple again, thrust in, and licked his way from the taller boy's collar bone to his lips, capturing them in a passionate, wet kiss.
Mycroft shuddered and the hand on his cock stilled; he wasn't going to last. It felt too good... he was too full... Gregory was too beautiful...
Just as he felt his orgasm climb, Greg was pulling out and rolling onto his back, bringing Mycroft with him. Mycroft yelped as he found himself tugged onto Greg's lap and blinked down at his boyfriend.
'Ride me,' Greg ordered, thrusting up so his cock slid between Mycroft's cheeks, making Mycroft moan. 'Show me how good you can ride cock, Mycroft. Come on, I wanna watch your face as I fuck you.'
Mycroft moaned again and tried to kiss Greg, only for Greg to grab his head and twist him away. He whimpered against Greg's neck but lifted his hips, feeling Greg's cock slide down his cheeks before the blunt head pressed at his entrance.
'Ride me,' Greg hissed before gabbing Mycroft's hips and forcing him down. Mycroft cried out as Greg penetrated him in one slick movement, his cock suddenly stretching Mycroft's muscles again, adding a delicious burn and abused feeling to his pleasure.
He started moving immediately, remembering Greg's orders. He dragged himself up until only the head of his boyfriend's cock was penetrating him before dropping back down, letting gravity do most of the work.
Mycroft began rolling his hips, making sure he felt every inch of Greg inside him, and Greg let out a moan as he watched. Mycroft's head was tipped back, pink lips parted and eyes shut as he fucked himself on Greg's cock.
Greg's hands roamed up and down Mycroft's chest, brushing over both nipples and making Mycroft moan. Greg grabbed Mycroft's arse and squeezed hard as he used the younger boy's body to yank himself upright. He latched onto one of Mycroft's nipples, teeth digging into skin and tongue laving over the hard, warm nub.
'G-Greg,' Mycroft choked out. He rolled his hips harder and clenching his muscles.
'Don't stop,' Greg mumbled against his chest. 'Keep going, Mycroft, you're doing so good.'
The praise went straight to Mycroft's cock and he started lifting himself up and down again, muscles pulling at Greg's shaft, making them both grunt in pleasure.
'Fuck, Mycroft, you're such a good little slut, aren't you?' Greg hissed before licking his way across the red-head's chest and to his other nipple. He nipped at it before sucking, Mycroft letting out a hiss of air. 'Look at you, the posh, perfect Mycroft fucking Holmes,' Greg continued, 'riding the local town's boy slut. What's that make you, huh? A boy slut's whore? A boy slut's fuck toy?'
Mycroft never realised that dirty talk could make you feel like this. Of course he'd called his various shags names, had spanked them too, but having Greg hiss filthy things to him was just so much better.
Greg wrenched Mycroft's head back and Mycroft cried out in pain, falling still on Greg's cock as his hair was twisted painfully. 'Stop fucking thinking!' Greg hissed, biting hard at his ear. 'You're not here to think, you're here as a fuck toy, got it?!'
He slapped Mycroft's arse and dug his fingers in, Mycroft gasping in pain before quickly moaning in pleasure.
'Got it?' Greg snarled again, slapping Mycroft hard.
'Y-Yes,' Mycroft choked out.
'So fucking ride me!' Greg shouted.
Mycroft whimpered and drew himself back up, falling into a quick, furious rhythm. Greg's eyes nearly rolled into the back of his head as Mycroft rode his cock like a man possessed.
He rolled his hips back and forth, Greg's cock forced to fill each and every inch of Mycroft's tight hole. His fingers dug hard into Greg's shoulders as he moved, body glistening with sweat and cock dark red and swollen between their stomachs.
Mycroft's back arched as he started moving up and down again, Greg sliding wetly in and out of him, Mycroft's muscles squeezing around his aching flesh so fucking deliciously. Mycroft's head was lolling back, lips parted as he panted and cursed beneath his breath. Greg squeezed his arse tightly, forcing his cheeks together so Mycroft could feel the thick cock that penetrated him that much more.
'Oh God, Greg,' Mycroft moaned, head tipping forward to rest against Greg's shoulder. He continued to move, legs braced against the bed as he bounced up and down.
His hole felt impossibly tight around Greg's cock, and he just seemed to be getting tighter as he fucked himself over and over again. Mycroft was breathing harshly against Greg's neck, and moaned every time Greg's fingers dug painfully into his arse.
'What do you want, Mycroft?' Greg whispered in his ear, thrusting up whenever he could. 'Tell me what you want.'
'I... w-want you,' Mycroft choked out, 'to hit... hit... m-me...'
'Hit you?' Greg asked.
'S-Slap me...' Mycroft groaned.
Greg smirked and chuckled in his ear. 'Mycroft Holmes wants me to slap his arse like a naughty little boy?'
'Uh-huh,' Mycroft grunted as he pulled himself up and down.
'Mycroft's a little pain slut,' Greg hissed, kneading Mycroft's arse. 'Tell me how much you like it.'
He slapped his right palm against Mycroft's arse and felt the taller boy flinch and immediately clench around him. 'Oh God.'
'Well?' Greg demanded, doing it again and hearing Mycroft hiss.
'It feels... ah- so f-fucking... good,' Mycroft moaned, back once more arching. 'Again, p-please.'
Greg smirked and slapped him again, stifling his own groan when Mycroft squeezed tightly around him.
'Fuck, Greg,' Mycroft grunted. 'God, so fucking good.'
'That's it, baby, tell me how good it is,' Greg whispered huskily. 'Tell Greg how good it is.'
Mycroft continued to moan and ramble as Greg slapped him, his arse soon stinging wonderfully, his entire body poised and ready to snap at any moment. But as soon as he felt an orgasm approaching Greg's hand was there, fingers curling around his cock and making his climax die down.
Mycroft whimpered and tipped forward, clutching Greg's body tightly. 'Fucking hell,' Greg moaned, trying to stop from coming. Mycroft was just so fucking hot, Greg didn't think he could last much longer.
So Greg rolled Mycroft off him, the genius whining when Greg slipped out. Greg immediately wrenched Mycroft's legs apart and thrust back into his aching hole, Mycroft crying out as he was suddenly filled again.
'I wanna fuck you on your back, so you can watch me,' Greg growled. He pulled out quickly before thrusting back in, balls slapping against Mycroft's arse. He knew he'd hit Mycroft's prostate when the younger teen thrust his head back into the bed, fingers grappling with the sheets.
He tried to reach up and touch Greg, but Greg grabbed his wrists and forced his arms above his head, Mycroft arching beneath him as he was suddenly pinned to the mattress.
'Noo,' Greg moaned, licking at Mycroft's neck as he fucked him. 'You're here for me, remember?' When Mycroft failed to answer Greg thrust in harshly, the slick wet sound of him forcing himself in making both teenagers shudder in need. 'Remember?' Greg demanded.
'Y-Y-Yes,' Mycroft choked out, body writhing beneath Greg's.
Greg shuffled until he had both of Mycroft's legs over his shoulders, one hand still keeping Mycroft's wrists pinned, the other slapping the younger boy's upturned arse. He leaned forward, whispering seductively in Mycroft's ear.
'Beg like a good little cock slut. Beg me to fuck you, Mycroft Holmes, like a fucking whore.'
Mycroft moaned and peeled his eyes open when Greg's hips stilled. He swallowed thickly but still panted as he said, 'F-Fuck me, please.'
'Please?' Greg echoed, drawing out a little.
Mycroft whimpered. 'Please, Greg, fuck me,' he begged. 'I need it, hard and rough, please.'
'Want me to pound you into the mattress?' Greg asked.
'God, yes!' Mycroft practically shouted, bucking his hips and making Greg slide out.
'Oh, you naughty little man,' Greg said, jamming himself back in.
Mycroft's mouth dropped open in a silent scream as Greg fucked him furiously, the sound of skin slapping against skin filling the room. Both teenagers were panting loudly, bodies covered in sweat as they fucked, faces and bodies bright red. Mycroft's bed was beginning to rock noisily, the headboard thumping into the wall with a thud-thud-thud, but neither could see anything beyond the blazing pleasure raking through their bodies.
Finally Greg let himself go, grabbing Mycroft's hips and pulling him across the bed. He thrust at the same time, Mycroft crying out in pleasure as Greg slammed repeatedly into his prostate. His fingers were ripping at the bed, entire body rubbing against the sweat-stained sheets, and his eyes were practically black as they focused on Greg's.
'Come, you filthy little slut,' Greg snarled. 'I want you to come with my cock in you, taking it on your back like some common slut.'
'Oh fuck,' Mycroft moaned, hips lifting off the bed.
'Touch yourself,' Greg ordered. 'Come all over your hand like the teenage slut you are.'
Mycroft's hand immediately wrapped around himself, fingers tight as he squeezed his throbbing, red flesh. His fingers glided through the copious amounts of pre-come that had leaked all over his shaft and he cried out, arching off of Greg.
Greg bent over Mycroft, leaving enough room so the taller teen could jerk himself off, and ploughed into Mycroft hard and fast. He buried his face in Mycroft's neck and licked, kissed, and bit into his skin.
Mycroft impaled himself on Greg's cock and screamed a hoarse, 'GREG!' as he climaxed, white-hot come exploding between their connected stomachs. Mycroft's muscles clamped down and Greg choked on his own scream as an orgasm was torn from him, his cock twitching as it leaked into Mycroft's fucked body.
'Oh fuck, Mycroft,' Greg rambled, face pressed against the red-head's heated skin. 'Mycroft, Mycroft, fucking hell, oh God, you're fucking amazing.'
Mycroft just whimpered below him, hand still moving over his leaking cock. Greg gave a few shallow, half-hearted thrusts as he milked his own orgasm, and soon the two had finally gone still, Greg still swallowed by Mycroft's arse and Mycroft lying pinned beneath him.
When Greg had the energy to move he rolled clear, Mycroft wincing as his abused hole was stretched one last time.
'M'sorry,' Greg mumbled.
Mycroft stared at the ceiling, blinking rapidly, hand resting against the mess on his stomach. 'S... s... s'fine,' he slurred, lips barely moving. 'Just... tiss... tiss... ues.'
Greg took that to mean "clean up" and crawled across the mattress and over Mycroft to grab the tissues sitting atop the bedside table. He pulled out a fair few and used them to mop up the mess on Mycroft's stomach, and the come leaking from his still-dilated entrance.
Greg wiped his own cock clean before dumping the tissues on the bedside table and crawling back to Mycroft. 'Hey,' he whispered, touching Mycroft's shoulder gently. 'You okay?'
Mycroft's eyes briefly fluttered open and a stupid grin tugged at his lips.
'Hi there,' Greg smiled, leaning down to kiss him gently. 'You okay?' he repeated.
'Mm...' Mycroft hummed, 'I'm... I'm... s'fine.'
Greg giggled; he'd made Mycroft Holmes speechless.
'Sh... shut... quiet,' Mycroft grumbled, fingers twitching and hand lifting slightly off his stomach before flopping back down. 'Slap... y'self... forme,' Mycroft slurred, making Greg giggle again.
He picked up Mycroft's hand and pressed it against his face. 'Happy?'
'Mmm...'
Greg smiled and crawled back down the bed to grab the bunched-up blankets. He tugged the thinnest one over his and Mycroft's sweaty bodies before lying beside him. Mycroft immediately moved, snuggling into Greg's side and yawning widely.
'You sure you're okay?' Greg asked.
'Mm...' Mycroft mumbled. 'S... sleep... talk... l-later...'
'M'kay,' Greg said, pressing a kiss to Mycroft's sweaty forehead.
'G... g'night, Gr...Greg'ry... d-dear,' Mycroft mumbled.
Greg smiled. 'Night, Mycroft darling.'
