John's POV
The rest of the morning is spent between cuddling, making out, and talking about whatever memory comes to mind. It's a gentle sort of morning, the kind he once wished to have with James before everything in their respective lives went to hell.
By the time lunch comes around, he's pretty sure where things are going, because neither of them eats a lot, but both of them keep randomly touching the other.
He's just set the dishes in the sink, thinking they will need to wash the dishes before dinner. When he goes to turn around, Mycroft is there.
Smooth fingers caress his face and neck as the taller man leans in and kisses him. Passion quickly building between them.
When they break apart to breath, his patron requests, "Take me to bed John."
"Yes," he agrees, kissing Mycroft again.
This time when they break apart he takes the older man by the hand and leads him upstairs to the bedrooms. However, he doesn't select which one, deciding to let his soon to be lover pick.
The auburn haired man opens his door, and leads him into the room.
Glancing around, he doesn't really pay attention to things past the basics of where the doors, windows, and furniture is placed at.
"There are the necessary items in the top drawer of the left bed stand," Mycroft tells him, skin turning pink once more.
"Great," he answer maneuvering them so his lover's back is to the bed and he guides them towards it, stopping just shy as he kisses his patron again. Fingers going to buttons of the older man's pajama top.
Mycroft's hands go to the bottom of his t-shirt, pulling it up and off him, breaking the kissing only long enough to do so. Once it hits the floor, smooth fingers start mapping his skin and they go back to kissing until he's got the last button undone, at which point he pushes the shirt down off pale shoulders.
Several minutes are spent standing there with both of them touching each other, learning about each other's bodies. Once they lay down he'll take his time kissing, touching, caressing, and nibbling on all that creamy freckle covered skin.
Biting his lip, the auburn haired man's hands run along the edge of his pajama bottoms before thumbs hook on them and slowly start to push them down, though there is a small hesitation before he nods encouragingly.
His own hands go to Mycroft's bottoms.
The two of them pushing each other's bottoms down. Leaving them in nothing more than their pants. As they step out of them, he encourages Mycroft to lay on the bed.
Nodding, the older man does so, stretching out on the top of the bedding, watching him with wide blue gray eyes.
He climbs on the bed next to the taller man, bracing himself on his knuckles to lean close and kiss Mycroft once more. Slowly he trails kisses across his face and along the curve of his jaw before continuing down his throat.
He takes his time touching, caressing and massaging, finding the different spots of sensitivity and paying attention to the reactions he gets. He follows his hands with his lips and tongue. Tracing along freckles and marks, teasing.
His tongue flicks over Mycroft's nipple, getting a startled gasp as he takes his time. When it's hard and pebbled, he breathes on it before repeating the process on the other side.
Slowly he makes his way downwards, following a very thin trail of light auburn hair.
When he makes his way to the soft curls surrounding the older man's cock, he glances up, meeting glazed eyes to make sure that Mycroft is still alright with the way things are going.
Seeing the anticipation in those glazed eyes, he scoots further down the bed so he can curl his tongue around the tip of his lover's cock, his hand comes up to pull the foreskin back so he can continue to tease him.
He takes his time working his way further down Mycroft's cock until he's slowly bobbing his head up and down. He takes his time teasing, having no plans to actually push him over the edge just yet. They have plenty of time for that later.
By the time his lover's hips start rocking, he starts making his way further down. Sucking on first one ball, and then the other, very careful not to bite down since he knows that hurts like a bitch.
Lifting Mycroft's legs to rest on his shoulders, he licks his way around the tight pucker.
Every single lick and lap draws out a litany of noises from the normally reserved man. He delights in each, continuing his teasing until he's sure that his lover is at the edge.
Making his way back up Mycroft's body, he kiss and nips until he is kissing him on the mouth again.
"That drawer?" he queries against his lover's lips, motioning to the table.
"Yes," the auburn haired man groans, arching against him.
"Perfect," he hums, before kissing Mycroft again, long and slow until he is almost completely out of breath.
Leaning over, he grabs the lube and condom for this round, before returning to his spot between his lover's legs slowly, as he kisses, licks and nibbles another downwards trail, this time following the freckles.
"John," Mycroft keens, almost his entire body rocking in need.
"I've got you," he murmurs, running his fingers over smooth skin until he's calm again.
Wetting his fingers with the lube, he sets to work opening the older man up, taking his time teasing and touching. By the time he's worked that first finger in, Mycroft is back to being a needy wreck.
The second finger quickly follows, and his lover is demanding more before he's certain the third will be safe. He makes it all the way to four fingers before he is sure that Mycroft is ready. Then he puts on the condom and lubes himself up so he can line himself up.
Slowly he presses forward, taking his time to bottom out.
"John," Mycroft gasps, pressing into him.
They develop a pattern that gradually picks up speed until he's thrusting hard.
He reaches between their bodies to take hold of Mycroft's cock, stroking it in time with his thrusts until his lover comes between them. The clenching of his body sends him over the edge, and a few more thrusts and he's coming too.
Afterwards, while his lover drowses, he fetches a warm flannel and cleans them up, trashing the condom, and covering them up with the blankets to nap.
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