A gif set for eveningsoother, for her fic Five O’Clock.
Excerpt:
“I don’t think you should shave today,” John explained, tucking his
chin on Mycroft’s shoulder, pressing a kiss into the fabric of Mycroft’s
soft shirt. “In fact, I don’t think you should shave at all on this
trip.”
Mycroft’s brows furrowed and he turned in the small space between
the sink and John’s body, pressing them front to front. “Why?” he
asked, his eyes alight with both amusement and curiosity.
“You’re supposed to be relaxing. You don’t have to look all
spiffy for anyone. There are no politicians or whathaveyou to impress
here. Just me,” John said, “and I like the scruff.”
Mycroft frowned for a thoughtful moment before turning back to
the mirror and looking at himself, tilting his foam covered chin this
way and that, then his eyes returned back to John and he released a sigh
before reaching for the taps. John stood and watched as Mycroft went
about rinsing the roam quickly down the drain.
“Alright then,” Mycroft said, one he was finished, accepting the
washcloth John handed him. “If I’m not going to shave on this trip, then
neither will you.”
“Fine,” John shrugged, not even bothered.
“And…” Mycroft continued, hanging the cloth back up and turning
to face John, rough chin and all. He pressed in close, putting him
flush against John. “You’re going to let me fuck you.”
Mycroft held his breath as John’s eyes dropped from his and he
suddenly became very interested in the shape of Mycroft’s toenails.
“John,” Mycroft said, catching John’s chin and tilting his head
up until John finally met his gaze again. He brushed his knuckles over
the stubble on John’s jaw line and bent to kiss his nose. “I like it,”
he whispered, blue eyes bright and heated.
John licked his lips, feeling suddenly very aware of their
proximity to each other. He reached up and cupped Mycroft’s chin with
his fingers and brought him down for a kiss. “Alright,” he murmured
against Mycroft’s lips. “Okay.”