Greg loved all of Mycroft’s kisses. The minty kisses before bed, the sleepy morning kisses that never failed to start his day off right. There was the quick peck on the way out the door and slow kisses on the couch after a long day of work. And of course the passionate kisses with one pressing the other against the wall or the sofa or the bed.
Right now they were both in the kitchen making dinner on a lazy weekend afternoon with a bottle of wine. Mycroft handed Greg the spices and kissed his shoulder. Smiling, Greg added them in, checked the broth, and set the whole concoction to simmer before turning in his lover’s arms. “We’ve got about an hour for it to simmer.”
Mycroft didn’t respond, just cupped the back of his head and kissed him. Greg kissed back, tasting the wine on his soft lips as he backed him towards the table. He sat without breaking the kiss and pulled Mycroft down into his lap, wrapping his arms around his waist.
Humming softly, Mycroft parted his mouth further. Greg kissed him slowly, savoring, wondering if he could make the kisses last until the food was done.