A Soft Smut Sunday offering. Well. Softish. Mildly kinky.
Greg bought it in person, in cash, trying desperately not to blush. He didn’t want Mycroft to see it on their credit card statement and make inquiries.
Wearing it, however, doesn’t make him blush at all. He feels amazing. It fits snugly, perfectly invisible under his suit jacket, and he has to stop himself from grinning about it over dinner, because Mycroft is excellent at sensing these things when he chooses to put his mind to it.
When they’re home they exchange gifts. Mycroft gives him a custom tailored leather jacket, soft and pliable and still smelling of oils. Greg has a suspicion it’s not a wholly altruistic gift, but he’s not going to begrudge Mycroft’s appreciation of himself in a good leather jacket. Hell, Greg appreciates the look too. He looks great in leather.
Greg gives him a set of leather-bound books on the Norman conquest- that’s the official gift, anyway. Just in case he doesn’t like the other one.. Mycroft is thrilled- he’s already cracking the cover and peeking at the first chapters, so Greg seizes his chance.
“I’m just gonna try it on, then, love.”
He hangs up his suit jacket and shirt, then decides to just do the full thing and get his trousers off as well, which leaves him down to black pants, the leather jacket, and… his new accessory. Striding back into the living room, he opens his arms. “So, what do you think?”
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