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Prompt: First date and/or first kiss?
Mycroft offered to walk Gregory to the door. He was hoping for a goodnight kiss, but doubted that was going to happen in the backseat of his car under the watchful eye of the driver.
‘Thank you for a lovely evening,’ he said graciously, as they walked up the driveway. ‘I’d like to do it again some time.’
Greg smiled at him as they paused outside the door, his hands planted in his pockets, rocking backwards and forwards on the balls of his feet. ‘Yeah, thanks,’ he said. ‘Me too.’
Mycroft licked his lips, his heart suddenly racing in his chest. All the blood seemed to have rushed from his head, leaving him feeling a little weak. He opened his mouth and then closed it again, not sure what else to say. More than anything he wanted to reach out and pull the other man towards him, but he couldn’t quite do it.
‘Well, I’ll be… leaving, then,’ he said awkwardly, speaking at the floor between them.
‘Will you?’ Greg asked, taking a step closer. Mycroft looked up to see him smirking and tilting his head to one side. He’d moved his hands out of his pockets.
‘I don’t know.’ He admitted, raising his eyebrows, ‘will I?’
‘I don’t think so.’ A firm hand snaked around Mycroft’s waist to rest against his back. Mycroft bit his lip, smiling and avoiding Greg’s eye, until he was pushed firmly up against the wall behind him.
Greg’s other hand came to rest on his cheek, turning his face to look directly at him whilst pressing their bodies tightly together. Mycroft became acutely aware of where his blood flow had rushed to and shifted in mild embarrassment. He wound his arms around Gregory’s waist all the same, heart racing in his chest. They watched each other for a moment, their gazes flickering from eyes to lips.
Greg moved in first, tilting his head and at long last their lips brushed. His eyes flickering closed, Mycroft sighed in soft relief, pressing their mouths more firmly together. A warm tongue ran along the bottom of his lip and he whimpered unintentionally, suddenly painfully aroused. Feeling Gregory smiling through the kiss, he pulled the man impossibly closer, opening his mouth wantonly and tangling one hand in his date’s hair. As Greg’s tongue explored his mouth, he bucked his hips forwards, unthinkingly running his hands down to squeeze at the man’s arse.
Greg pulled back slightly and Mycroft found himself blushing furiously. ‘I- I’m sorry,’ he stumbled, trying to shrug free of the tight hold.
Greg just shook his head, smirking. He raised one eyebrow and leaned in to brush his lips against Mycroft’s ear.
‘Now you’re definitely not going home,’ he murmured.