he realized he had been speaking out loud. And while he normally refuted it with, “Oh, I simply hold a minor position in the government”, complete with a short grin, no one believed him. The familiar signs were all there. Sherlock would do anything… “Strip, Sherlock, and then we’ll decide what to do with you.”
Sherlock began to enthusiastically comply. Just one. His raised an eyebrow and pulled the toy out of him, leaning over him and nipping his neck
“We still have one more toy to go, brother.”
One. I need your help.” He hesitated. But they were Holmeses, they always dealt with it in the end. He handed his brother the cock ring
“Place this on your cock and then undo my zip.”
Taking the ring and eagerly slid it over his cock, so it was fitted snugly at the base, Sherlock then scooted a little closer, his hands finding their way to Mycroft’s zip, resisting the urge to palm his brother’s erection. The gayest thing I’ve written yet. I don’t want anyone flipping their shit. “Now, take my prick out and use your pretty little mouth to suck it.”
Sherlock licked his lips, reaching with his long fingers to draw his brother’s stiff length out. He would have loved to, oh yes — but he hadn’t been told to, not yet.
