He arched like a taut bow and his mouth opened in a silent groan, his muscles clenching tightly around Mycroft. “I thought I could go without it,” Sherlock muttered, his glance then moving away from Mycroft. X Video “It feels … He rested his arms away from the (surely very important) papers, his own aching cock jutting against the wood awkwardly. If you would come to me sooner it wouldn’t get this bad.” His words were a drawl, that of a long-suffering man. He could manage one, right? He could keep this up forever if his brother wanted him to. Sherlock nodded, letting go of his now slightly bloody lip, and took a deep breath. He waited until Mycroft gave him some sort of signal before speaking.
