.VI

Mycroft traced the length of his index finger with his tongue for any remains of chocolate crème. He knew the effect that that small action would have on Gregory; without even a single glance, he was certain that his face at that sight would be positively devious. And he was absolutely right. Without so much as a warning the other man pressed his lips to Mycroft's, taking pleasure in the sweet taste of chocolate still lingering in his mouth. It was evident that Gregory had been waiting for this moment the entire meal –especially dessert-; his hands went straight to his midsection, no hesitation, no doubt. Mycroft had to laugh.

-Again?

Greg didn't sound as annoyed as one would have expected in that situation. He kept laying small kisses on Mycroft's jawline and unbuttoning his shirt.

-I'm sorry, I'm sorry. It's just that I still can believe you like it so much, that's all.

He eyed his own, now exposed, bulging belly. It was truly impressive how much he had gained in just a couple of weeks. It seemed that his middle was taking most of the weight, and it felt doughy and soft underneath his hands. And Gregory loved it. Mycroft… was coming to terms with it. He was enjoying himself to no end though, and it seemed that he had no plans to start his diet again any time soon. He simply loved food, and was having the greatest of times; being able to eat without having to worry about the consequences was a complete novelty for him.

-But you are still ok with it?

Mycroft let out a small laugh again. It seemed that Gregory was feeling more insecure about the whole deal than Mycroft ever did.

-Of course I am.

Their kiss was even more passionate this time around. While Mycroft grabbed onto the arms of his chair for dear life, Greg's hands could not stay still; Mycroft's chest, and legs, and stomach -of course-, and neck and stomach again... everything was caressed with skilled, eager hands. Mycroft could feel himself becoming undone. His breath was quickening, his temperature rising… When Gregory finally laid a not-so-timid hand on his crotch, Mycroft though it was going to end right then and there.

Looking up, he saw the mischievous look on Greg's eyes, and immediately after his face lowered to his neck and started sucking ever so slightly. It was bliss.

For a split of a second Mycroft thought about his trousers, that would be irremediably ruined, but he was distracted then by Gregory going lower to his chest and then to his softened tummy. He stopped kissing for a second, carefully squeezed a flabby roll and let out a pleased moan. He resumed his kissing and undid Mycroft's trousers with a velocity that Mycroft had not witnessed before. Gregory took out the other man's erection with one hand while he undid his own pants with the other. He started to pump himself as slowly as he could while licking the length of Mycroft's cock. At that point, Mycroft was finally able to let go of the chair and set a hand on the base of Gregory's neck.

When Greg started sucking Mycroft became a moaning, wiggling mess. Gregory had to stop him from moving so much by laying his free hand over his hip. He took the opportunity to also gently squish his lovehandles with each thrust.

Mycroft became bedazzled at the sight of his own belly, going up and down with each movement, flabbier than ever, and wondered if Greg was enjoying himself as much as he was. His constant whimpering and squishing and sucking suggested he was.

Greg came with a low growl, never letting go of Mycroft. Mycroft knew he was awfully close, so he brought one hand over Greg's to let him know. He looked up but didn't stop, just increased the pace. After a few more seconds he came inside his mouth as hard as he ever had.

Greg went to sit on Mycroft's lap and they both stayed there silently for a minute, trying to regain their breaths.

After a while, Greg noticed that Mycroft was discretely looking at something behind him. He turned around and immediately discovered what it was.

-Are you… are you eyeing the rest of the cake? Mycroft, you had two pieces just now.

Mycroft realized that denying anything would be useless. He couldn't help blushing a little, though.

-Gregory, look at me in the eye and tell me you are not letting me have one more piece. Darling, I dare you.

Greg immediately stood up and went for the knife. The slice he cut was the biggest Mycroft had seen in all his life.