Greg swallowed hard and swayed a little on his feet. Mycroft reached out with his free hand to steady the detective, placing elegant, long fingers on his shoulder.
"Sit." he commanded, gently guiding Greg down onto the long couch and taking a place next to him.
"I'm fine, Mycroft." Greg said, closing his eyes with a mild embarrassment. "I just..." he looked at Mycroft whose face was lined with anxiety and concern "... I just didn't expect this."
Mycroft looked abashed and removed his hand from the detective's shoulder.
"I am sorry, Gregory. I should never have assumed..."
"Stop, Mycroft." Greg cut him off, placing his own hand on the thigh next to him. Mycroft lifted his eyes to Greg's and the detective felt his heart rate quicken and his breathing stutter. "It's OK." Greg continued, nodding as if it made it all more believable. "I want this too."
Mycroft let out a long breath with a nervous chuckle before covering Greg's hand with his own, squeezing gently. "It appears that my initial confidence may have got away from me somewhat, Gregory", Mycroft began, turning his head once more away from the other man. "I confess I have no experience of how we progress from here."
Mycroft was flustered and definitely out of his depth. He had little experience with sentiment or emotions. They were things that the Holmes boys had been conditioned to repress. They didn't let their hearts rule their heads.
But there was something about seeing Sherlock suffer and knowing why that had prompted Mycroft not to make the same mistakes. He felt an obvious attraction to Greg and knew he had no desire to just let it go without at least telling the detective how he felt.
So here he was, and here they were. His thoughts were halted when Greg lifted his hand to Mycroft's face, turning it back towards his own.
"Mycroft", he began, seeing a thousand conflicted emotions on those pale features, "It's fine. We can just take it slow. Do... whatever you feel comfortable with." He watched the man's Adam's apple dance as he swallowed and a split second later, Greg was blown away as Mycroft Holmes; the British Government; his friend's brother leant in towards him and took his mouth in a soft kiss.
Greg groaned, pressing back against Mycroft's mouth and the kiss turned from soft, gentle and almost chaste to hard and needy. Both men shifted on the sofa, getting into a better position to prolong the contact, and Greg was surprised a second time as Mycroft slid his tongue across his lower lip, pressing it slightly, demanding entry. Greg toyed, for a moment, with the idea of pushing Mycroft down against the sofa but instead leant back and pulled the man on top of him, giving him choice; giving him power.
Mycroft moaned and repositioned himself along the length of Greg's firm body, sliding his hands under the detective's shirt and pushing it up slightly to expose bronzed flesh. He lifted his head, breaking the kiss, and looked down at the man laid out beneath him. Both men were panting hard and Greg's face echoed back all the want, all the need and all the desires that Mycroft himself felt.
Greg smiled up at him and slid his own hands around to unbutton his shirt while Mycroft saw to his own. As he revealed the expanse of pale skin, Mycroft leant over once more, laying naked flesh against naked flesh, pale against bronze, and both men moaned in unison at the warmth of each others' bodies, skin on skin.
Mycroft stretched his legs out along the detective's and, pressing their lips together, mirrored that pressure with his groin. As hardness found hardness, Greg broke the kiss, gasping against Mycroft's ear "Oh god, Mycroft." The man on top smiled and ground himself again against the breathless man beneath him, feeling their lengths slide together, creating feelings of "oh yes, just like that" and "oh god, more, more, more".
As those feelings became verbalised, the room filled with chants of "yes"... "more"... "harder"... and "soon" and mere moments later, Greg thrust himself up against the long figure above him, biting his lip but failing to stifle the cry of "Yes, yes, Mycroft..." as he came.
Hearing his name on that beautiful man's lips was more than Mycroft could handle, and he arched his body, throwing his head back and sighing just one long word as he came hard and heavy against the man.
"Gregory..."