Greg slowly awoke from sleep, blinking his eyes to clear them. He was wrapped around something warm. When he looked down, he saw auburn hair and blue eyes looking back at him. He chuckled.

"Hello, darling. Beautiful morning, isn't it?"

Mycroft smiled sleepily and answered, the roughness in his voice telling Lestrade he had only just woken.

"Only around you."

Greg chuckled again, running his fingers through Mycroft's short hair. "I don't know why that would be, but from what I see, it definitely is beautiful."

Mycroft caught his breath as he finally understood what Gregory was trying to say. Groaning in embarrassment, he buried his head in Gregory's chest and grumbled, "I'm not beautiful, you twat."

"Not that I don't necessarily believe you, but I don't believe you."

He was rewarded for that statement when the government official bit his nipple. Yelping, he nonetheless felt his cock harden even more. It had been hard when he woke up, partially from his morning erection and partially from Mycroft's smooth and warm body pressed up against him.

"Oh, I see. There's another part of your anatomy that begs my attention isn't there, Gregory dear."

Lestrade moaned as Mycroft's mouth made the journey south, stopping to nibble on his skin and swirl his tongue in Greg's bellybutton, making him giggle. He stopped for a moment in surprise, then continued after a single comment.

"Oo, you're ticklish."

"No.. MYCROFT… stop it," Gregory gasped out between giggles.

This went on for several minutes, only stopping when Lestrade pulled Mycroft's head away by his hair and growled in his general direction. Mycroft grinned and slid down, settling between Gregory's legs to tease his cock with his hot breath.

The silver fox groaned and tightened his grip on the dark red strands, shoving the British government down. Mycroft grinned then did as Greg wanted, taking his cock into his mouth and slowly suckling, bobbing up and down, occasionally deep-throating him. If the moans emitted from his lover's body were any estimate, he liked Mycroft's technique just fine.

Greg's body was tensing, but as he was just about to come, Mycroft pulled away.

"FUCK, why the hell did you do that?!"

Mycroft smiled at the outburst, wiggling up the tanned body until he could reach the perfect lips. "I wanted to do this instead," he whispered, smashing their lips together. If Lestrade's growl and rolling hips were any indication, he liked this just as well as the blowjob. The DI's fingers were stretching Mycroft's hole to take him as they snogged.

Finally Lestrade flipped him, pulling him up to his hands and knees. "Alright, my little cock slut, you wanted it, so you're gonna get it." Then he started pounding into Mycroft's hole, hitting his prostate with each thrust. Mycroft came all over the sheets on the third hit, screaming out Gregory's name, over and over again. The DI came a few seconds later, growling Mycroft's name into his ear. They collapsed, tired out but satisfied, cuddling as they slipped into sleep.

Yeah, yeah, yeah, short I know. Short and sweet, I'd say. Or short and hard in this case. ;) Gotta love them dirty jokes!