Mycroft got a lovely wake up call. It took him a few seconds for it to completely rouse him into consciousness. He knew something was touching his skin but he couldn't quite understand what or where. He hummed as he tried to turn over only to be gently pushed back to lying flat on the bed by a pressure on the left side of his hip. He looked down to it and still couldn't see a bloody thing but now he could feel it. And with that he let out a moan. He reached his right hand down and came into contact with the top of Greg's head, he ran his fingers through the hair and down the side of his face.
"Gregory…" Mycroft moaned and he felt a rumbled in reply which just spurred him on. He brought his left hand to the pillow and slipped in underneath to grab onto something, he lifted the pillow at the side a little as he was breathing heavily.
He felt air on his, now moist, cock as Greg released it. "You've no idea how much I love your voice when you've just woken up. Especially saying my name." And then the cold air was replaced with warmth again.
"Oh god," Mycroft replaced his right hand, which he had let fall to the bed when Greg had spoken, scrape back through the Inspector's hair again, "keep doing that and I'll be saying it plenty." This got a low chuckle from Greg until there was a ringing noise.
Mycroft sighed as Greg moved up the bed, out of the curtains which let light in to get his phone. As he shuffled back in, Mycroft stroked his hands up Greg's torso when he leaned over Mycroft looking at his phone, the curtain had stayed open and the light meant Mycroft and Greg could see each other's faces again. "Work?" Greg shook his head. "Ignore it then."
Mycroft kissed Greg's neck once before Greg answered the phone. "John, what's up?"
Mycroft realised but kept kissing Greg's neck and stroking his torso thinking about the cheek John had interrupting his perfect morning.
There was talking on the other end and Mycroft mouthed to Greg to hang up. Greg shook his head as he made general 'I'm listening' noises. Mycroft sighed and pushed Greg backwards on the bed. He gave out a gasp and Mycroft laughed. "What? No, nothing mate. Carry on."
Greg gave Mycroft a look as the man went back to kissing his neck. He could see Greg's breathing hitching as he ground just a little against him and decided this was too much fun to stop. He reached down and took Greg's erection in his hand. Greg shook his head and widened his eyes at Mycroft but it was rather ruined by the fact that he was biting his lip. "Right, yeah." He found himself grinding his hips against Mycroft and he cleared his throat. "Definitely mate, alright we'll see you lot later." He clicked the phone and threw it on the bed but made no attempt to move.
"Drinks at Baker Street to celebrate John's engagement properly."
"I see." Mycroft whispered into Greg's ear.
"You're going to pay for that." Greg was referring to Mycroft's antics while he was on the phone but still made no attempt to move. Greg moved his right hand to stroke Mycroft's left arm which was holding him up over the detective and he barely got the words out as he closed his eyes.
Mycroft just laughed. "I know."