Chastisement
Summary: Greg has an idea about role-playing but Mycroft isn't too sure about it.
That is until he actually tries it and finds that it might just spice up their sex life.
"Gregory Lestrade, you have been a very naughty boy." The younger man tuts, dragging the head of the whip up the older man's naked back.
Even has he says the words, Mycroft Holmes feels a little strange. When Greg had suggested role-play, Mycroft wasn't too sure about it; especially when it usually involves costumes and/or submissive and dominant roles. But now, looking at the older man; face down with his hands tied to the bedpost, Mycroft has to agree that maybe it isn't such a bad idea after all. And maybe it's better because Greg is the submissive and just knows how Mycroft likes to be in control. It seems unusual, given that Mycroft is younger but that only makes it more exciting.
As Mycroft drags the whip back down the older man's back, Greg moans softly into the pillow, making the younger man hum in approval.
"So, the question is, should I punish you?" Mycroft asks in an authoritative tone.
Greg moans in agreement.
"Gregory, remember, you have to tell me."
"Yes, you should punish me ..." Greg moans, looking up at the younger man; who raises an eyebrow at him before Greg continues, "... sir."
"Good boy. And, I agree." Mycroft hums, bringing the whip down on his partner's back with a loud crack.
Greg moans loudly and rises off the bed a little.
Mycroft hums again, a grin forming on his lips.
"Do you want more?" He asks, dragging the whip further down his partner's back until it's head is resting on Greg's naked bum.
Greg moans loudly and nods frantically.
Mycroft brings the whip down again, harder and Greg buries his face in the pillow to muffle a scream.
The younger man does this three more times; each time causing his partner to scream louder and buck off the bed.
Mycroft smiles widely, un-cuffing his partner and turning him over so he can see his face.
Greg whines in protest, looking at his partner softly.
"So, you want some more, do you?" Mycroft smiles, sitting down next to his partner on the bed.
Mycroft cuffs Greg's hands back to the bedpost.
"Yes, sir, more." Greg moans softly, straining against the hand-cuffs.
"As you wish." Mycroft smiles again, standing up and slapping the whip down on his partner's inner thigh.
Greg screams loudly, pulling on his restraints.
Mycroft hums in approval, smirking down at his partner as he runs the whip across his face gently.
"Let's deal with that, shall we?" He says softly, running the whip up Greg's erection.
Mycroft places the whip down on the bedside table before slowly taking his shirt and trousers off.
He crawls up Greg's body agonisingly slow, causing Greg to moan softly at his partner's seductive stare.
The younger man holds up the packet of lube that he managed to hide from Greg; ripping it open with his teeth and dropping a generous amount on Greg's erection.
Mycroft then slowly lowers himself down onto Greg, hearing the older man moan deep in his throat.
"Un-cuff me, Myc. Please un-cuff me." Greg moans, pulling on the handcuffs.
Mycroft leans over to grab the keys, quickly unlocking Greg's hands and throwing the keys and handcuffs over the side of the bed.
"Ready?" Greg asks softly, glad to be able to finally grab his partner.
"Yes." Mycroft moans loudly, gripping his partner's hips.
Greg thrusts up into his partner, causing the younger man to nearly scream.
"We haven't had sex … like this … in a while." Mycroft moans, shifting himself a little.
"Yeah, not since we adopted the mischievous twins." Greg grins wickedly, thrusting up into Mycroft again.
"More, Gregory." Mycroft moans, slamming himself down onto his partner.
"Oh, God! Mikey!" Greg screams, bucking his hips up unconsciously and thrusting into his partner harder.
Greg hits Mycroft's prostate and he lets out a scream.
"GREGORY!"Mycroft screams, coming all over his chest.
Greg moans Mycroft's name in response and comes inside the younger man.
Mycroft pulls off slowly and collapses next to his partner; breathing heavy.
"How did you like role-playing then?" Greg whispers softly, still breathless.
"I think it's a good way to get your partner so sexually frustrated that he's practically begging for sex." Mycroft replies with a grin.
"So, no, then." Greg grins back.
"Maybe once in a while."
"Alright then."
"Wow, I'm so tired." Mycroft sighs softly, rolling onto his side.
"Me too, baby." Greg smiles, wrapping his arms around his partner. "Let's clean up in the morning."
"For once, I'm in agreement." Mycroft sighs, curling into Greg tightly.
"Night, my love." Greg whispers softly, kissing his partner's forehead.
"Goodnight, sweetheart." Mycroft whispers, sleep already taking over him.
Greg smiles down at his partner, flicking the blanket up with his foot so he can pull it over them.
"Definitely worth it." He grins, snuggling down as sleep starts to overtake him.