[There was a long, drawn out huff at the way Mycroft moaned, feeling his cheeks flare up out of the sheer pleasure of his voice.]
Anything.
[He murmured, stealing another kiss and not giving a damn if Mycroft wanted to leave marks on him. If they weren't worrying about being old, neither did they have to worry about acting as though they were too young.]
no subject
Anything.
[He murmured, stealing another kiss and not giving a damn if Mycroft wanted to leave marks on him. If they weren't worrying about being old, neither did they have to worry about acting as though they were too young.]
I've missed you, you know.