*Happy Valentine's Day! I've never written Mystrade porn, so here it is. Hope you enjoy!

Greg takes it into his own hands to plan holidays for himself and Mycroft. Mostly he just thinks Mycroft will forget, but Greg also wants things to go in a very specific way and he wants to make sure everything goes well.

Last year was kind of awful. Greg's horrible cooking didn't even get tasted because Mycroft left so quickly, but Greg recalls the sex they had that evening was amongst the best they'd ever had. Sitting at his desk at work, he grins and thinks about that night. His phone rings as his memories get to the good part, so he shakes the thought from his head and answers his phone.

On his way home, Greg decides that he wants do last year's Valentine's Day all over again, minus the poor cooking. Basically, Greg decides that he and Mycroft are going to have absolutely mind blowing sex.

But Gregory Lestrade is a romantic, so he quickly amends his plans by thinking it's got to be sensual. It's got to be love, not just sex. He wants to show Mycroft how much he loves him by using his body, not just his words.

The next day, which is Valentine's Day, Greg takes off work early so he can go shopping for his supplies. He decides that chocolate covered strawberries are an absolute necessity, also chocolate sauce, whipped cream, the tube of cherry lube that looked too enticing to pass up, and champagne.

Greg gets home before Mycroft and showers, then gets his supplies ready.

Mycroft arrives home shortly after. He greets Greg by hugging him tight. "Are we going to dinner?" he asks, knowing how much Greg loves Valentine's Day.

"No, I thought we'd…skip dinner," he says, pressing his body as tightly to Mycroft's as possible.

Mycroft slightly frowns. "But…I'm hungry."

Greg grins. "Don't worry. Your stomach will be satisfied," he says. He walks backwards, pulling Mycroft with him to the bedroom.

Once there, Greg begins kissing Mycroft deeply while pulling Mycroft's clothes off. He starts with the tie, then his jacket, then the buttons on his shirt.

"This is hardly fair," Mycroft mutters as Greg strips him.

Greg smiles and pulls back enough for Mycroft to pull his shirt off over his head. Finally, both men are bare from the waist up and they stumble over to the bed.

"Champagne, my love?" Greg asks. He sits on the bed and pulls champagne out of the bucket. He pours Mycroft a glass and hands it to him.

Mycroft notices that there's another bucket sitting next to the bed. He peers into it and sees the chocolate sauce and whipped cream, then notices the strawberries on the nightstand. He cocks an eyebrow and gazes at Greg. "This is far better than dinner," he says.

Greg smiles. "Better get those clothes off, then."

Mycroft steps between Greg's spread legs. "Go ahead," he says, taking a sip of his champagne.

Greg glances up at him before redirecting his attention to Mycroft's belt. He gets finished with the belt, then unbuttons and unzips his trousers. Greg looks up at Mycroft again, this time giving Mycroft a wicked grin before barely pulling his trousers down and fishing Mycroft's cock out of his pants.

"Mmm," Mycroft murmurs, sipping his champagne and watching Greg.

Greg swallows Mycroft's cock in one motion. Mycroft's free hand migrate to the back of Greg's head as Greg's head bobs back and forth, easily sucking him into full hardness.

Greg pulls off with a low pop, his lips glistening with spit and precome.

"Take these off and lay down," Greg instructs, standing from the bed and removing his own trousers.

"What's the plan?" Mycroft asks, still curious about the food. His trousers come off and he lays on the bed as instructed.

Greg stares at Mycroft's naked form sprawled out on the bed. His gaze stops on Mycroft's hard and thick cock resting against his pelvis. "I'm going to make you come," Greg states, getting on the bed and laying over Mycroft. He reaches over onto the bedside table and pulls a strawberry into his mouth, then leans down and lets Mycroft bite the other half. Their lips touch for only a second, but Greg pulls away and smiles. "I'm going to make you come, then I'm going to fuck your brains out."

Mycroft smiles. "Always a good plan," he says.

Greg reaches onto the floor to pull the whipped cream and chocolate sauce out of the bucket. He stands on his knees between Mycroft's legs and begins drizzling the sticky stuff onto Mycroft's body. Mycroft props himself up on his elbows and watches.

"I'm not eating any of this," he states.

Greg grins and sprays a healthy amount of cream into his mouth, then leans over and pushes his tongue into Mycroft's mouth. The cream swirls around their tongues, leaving them both wanting more.

Greg watches a trail of chocolate fall slowly down Mycroft's pale chest. As it reaches Mycroft's belly button, he sucks at Mycroft's stomach and begins licking up the trail. He moans at the taste; so rich, chocolatey, and so Mycroft. He does it again, but the third time he takes the spray can of whipped cream and sprays it over Mycroft's nipples.

Mycroft watches as Greg's lips wrap around the tiny buds. Always a sensitive part of his body, this time it proves no different. Mycroft's head falls back and rolls around, and once Greg latches on to the second nipple, his whole body falls back against the bed.

Greg grins as he pulls away and decides he's had enough teasing. He sits back on his heels and sprays the cream and chocolate over Mycroft's cock.

"Cold," Mycroft mutters.

"Won't be soon, love."

Greg finishes with his creation and tosses the things to the floor, and when he returns he has his bottle of lube.

"What's that?" Mycroft asks, not recognizing the tube.

"Strawberry flavored lube," Greg replies.

Mycroft smiles, but it's soon replaced by an open mouthed groan as Greg licks the head of his cock.

"Fuck," Greg mutters, "That tastes amazing."

Mycroft smiles again, and again it's cut off by a loud groan when Greg licks up Mycroft's cock.

Greg continues licking and sucking at the cream and chocolate while simultaneously pouring lube onto his fingers.

Mycroft pants and moans. "Oh god, Greg," he whispers between moans, and when Greg pushes a slick finger into him, he moans.

Greg leaves off Mycroft's cock and instead sucks at Mycroft's balls. He sucks them clean and notices a trail of excess chocolate falling from the sac. He licks up the trail, first letting his tongue hit the strawberry lube he's rubbing into Mycroft.

"Mmmmmm," Greg moans loud. He pulls his mouth away. "Fuck, that tastes amazing."

Mycroft grins. "You'll have to let me try—oh god!" Greg sucks the head of Mycroft's cock into his mouth again while simultaneously adding a second finger.

Greg gives Mycroft a steady rhythm of sucking and fingering. He eagerly adds a third finger and begins rubbing Mycroft's prostate instead of moving in and out.

Mycroft's hands dig into Greg's hair as he nears his orgasm. "Almost—oh Greg—oh, oh—"

Greg feels Mycroft's cock getting harder, so he takes in Mycroft's cock as far into his mouth as he can and moans as loud as he can with a cock in his mouth.

Mycroft's groan drowns Greg out, no contest. He pulls Greg's hair and comes down Greg's throat, his hips stilling and his back arching.

When he calms, Greg delicately pulls off and pulls his fingers out, then sits back on his heels.

"Fuck," Mycroft mutters.

Greg grins. Mycroft never curses unless Greg does something really stupid or really amazing in bed. Greg falls over him, capturing Mycroft's lips and teasing them apart with his tongue.

Mycroft wraps his arms and legs around Greg, holding him as close as he can. When Greg pulls away to kiss his neck, Mycroft whispers, "I love you."

Greg smiles in Mycroft's face. "I love you, too," he says, sitting up again and grabbing the lube.

Mycroft takes the lube out of Greg's hand and pours it onto his own palm. He grins up at Greg as he takes Greg's cock in hand and rubs the lube on him. Greg's breath hitches and he lets out a deep moan. Already close to the edge, Greg grabs his wrist to stop him.

"Ready?" Greg asks, taking hold on his cock and leaning over Mycroft.

"Hang on," Mycroft mutters, pushing Greg back on his heels again. Instead of Greg laying over him, Mycroft throws his legs over Greg's shoulders.

Greg grins. He loves this position because he can pound into Mycroft as hard as he can.

"You said you were going to fuck my brains out," Mycroft says.

Greg smiles. "I did, didn't I?" He takes hold of his cock again and slowly pushes into Mycroft.

He delicately pushes in until his hips are pressed tight against Mycroft's arse. He pauses for a minute trying to adjust to the tight, wet heat surrounding him. "Fuck," he whispers, "So fucking good."

Mycroft bites his lip and takes hold of the sheets next to him.

Finally ready, Greg pulls his cock almost all the way out before snapping his hips back in. Both men cry out in a loud groan, and Greg wraps his arms around Mycroft's knees so he has a better grip of Mycroft's body. Adjusted once again, Greg pulls his cock out and pushes it back in with less finesse than the last thrust. Nonetheless, the head of his cock hits Mycroft's prostate, again making both men cry out.

Greg decides to skip the slow and sensual plan and instead decides to pound into Mycroft as if there's no tomorrow. His hips snap hard against Mycroft, making their skin slap together and join their cries of ecstasy echoing through the bedroom.

Greg quickly loses any thought and focuses on what he's feeling. Fucking Mycroft never gets old, at the moment he wants it hard and fast. He continues on and wishes it could last forever, but he knows he's going to burst any second.

"Fuck, fuck—" Greg hears Mycroft groan. "Gonna…again—"

Greg opens his eyes and looks down just in time to see Mycroft quickly stroking his second erection and come all over his hand and stomach. The sight sends Greg over the edge. He grips Mycroft tight, pushes his cock in as hard as he can, and comes with a loud sigh.

When the last of the orgasm fades, Greg opens his eyes again to see Mycroft smiling blissfully at the ceiling.

"Well done, Lestrade," Mycroft mutters.

Greg grins with triumph. He delicately lets Mycroft's legs down and pulls out, then falls over Mycroft and wrapping his arms around Mycroft's neck. Mycroft hugs Greg back.

"I fucking love you," Greg says between breathes.

Mycroft chuckles. "I fucking love you, too."

Greg kisses Mycroft's cheek and smiles. "You want to eat some sweets off me?" he asks.

"I've just come twice," Mycroft says. "I don't think I have it in me again."

Greg laughs. "Ok. We'll save it for another time."

Greg lifts his head from Mycroft's shoulder and kisses him. "I really, really love you," he says against Mycroft's lips.

"And I really love you, too."

Greg smiles and rolls off of Mycroft. "Lets take a nap, then I'll take you to dinner."

Mycroft turns onto his side with his back to Greg. "Deal," he says, closing his eyes with a smile on his face.

Valentine's Day turns out perfect once again.