FILL: Trust is Key (1/3)wastingyourgumJanuary 23 2011, 01:07:00 UTC
Sorry about deleting the above comment - seemed pointless with the picture removed. Will see about getting that up again.
Anyway - here's the promised fic... (and I thought the manip was rough!)
The meal had been excellent, the drive home uneventful. Mycroft closed the front door then followed Greg as he wandered through to the lounge. Since there were now barely two hours of his birthday remaining, Mycroft assumed that now was the moment Greg would choose to bestow whatever gift he had decided on.
Mycroft had worked very hard to not find out what that was. He'd compromised with Greg and scaled back his monitoring of Greg's surveillance, not the surveillance itself. Mycroft's people always knew where Greg was even if Mycroft managed to resist the temptation to do so himself
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FILL: Trust is Key (2/3)wastingyourgumJanuary 23 2011, 01:11:32 UTC
Mycroft lifted the padlock from its resting place against Greg's skin. The metal was warm from its prolonged contact with Greg's body heat. "You've been wearing this all evening." Mycroft felt a further surge of heat to his groin and realised he was slightly breathless
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FILL: Trust is Key (3/3)wastingyourgumJanuary 23 2011, 01:15:55 UTC
Greg smiled and kissed Mycroft's finger. When Mycroft left it on his lips he opened them and sucked the finger into his mouth.
Mycroft gasped and Greg's smile widened. He dipped his head and looked up submissively at Mycroft through his eyelashes as he sucked harder and ran his tongue slowly over and around Mycroft's finger.
Mycroft knew he had to regain control before he lost it completely. His finger made a small popping sound as it left Greg's mouth. It was one of the most obscene, filthy, erotic sounds Mycroft had ever heard. "Turn around."
Mycroft loosened his tie and looped it around Greg's wrists. "I understand in situations such as this it is common practice to employ a 'safe' word. If at any time you wish me to stop what I am doing then the word you should use..." Mycroft paused for a moment, considering, then smiled. "...is Hotspur." He tied Greg's hands securely but not too tightly
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OH MY STARS AND GARTERS
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Anyway - here's the promised fic... (and I thought the manip was rough!)
The meal had been excellent, the drive home uneventful. Mycroft closed the front door then followed Greg as he wandered through to the lounge. Since there were now barely two hours of his birthday remaining, Mycroft assumed that now was the moment Greg would choose to bestow whatever gift he had decided on.
Mycroft had worked very hard to not find out what that was. He'd compromised with Greg and scaled back his monitoring of Greg's surveillance, not the surveillance itself. Mycroft's people always knew where Greg was even if Mycroft managed to resist the temptation to do so himself ( ... )
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Mycroft gasped and Greg's smile widened. He dipped his head and looked up submissively at Mycroft through his eyelashes as he sucked harder and ran his tongue slowly over and around Mycroft's finger.
Mycroft knew he had to regain control before he lost it completely. His finger made a small popping sound as it left Greg's mouth. It was one of the most obscene, filthy, erotic sounds Mycroft had ever heard. "Turn around."
Mycroft loosened his tie and looped it around Greg's wrists. "I understand in situations such as this it is common practice to employ a 'safe' word. If at any time you wish me to stop what I am doing then the word you should use..." Mycroft paused for a moment, considering, then smiled. "...is Hotspur." He tied Greg's hands securely but not too tightly ( ... )
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Seriously brilliant fill! I love everything about it, your Greg is beautiful, Mycroft is right. What a birthday gift!
Mycroft knew it was partly for his benefit. Greg loved playing his "bit of rough".
*dies* I love when a writer plays up the class difference.
The sight of Greg naked and needy and on his knees made Mycroft's breath catch and a sharp spike of lust settled in the pit of his stomach.
OHGOD! Please tell me there will be more...
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