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Mycroft, a master tailor, could measure people accurately by eye. A skill he’d honed and always preferred to use. But there was always an exception to the rule.
Many a time he would call Greg Lestrade in to double check his measurements. A lie Mycroft would gladly say just so he could get his hands on those broad tan shoulders once again.
And once on said shoulders Mycroft’s hands had a mind of their own. They left lingering touches as they trailed their way down Greg’s back to rest on his hips. Light touches to turn him this way or that before moving on.
The view when kneeling at Greg’s feet was always better than seeing the man in a finished suit. The look on his face as Mycroft ran his hands up the others legs to rest on his thighs. He knew exactly where the ticklish spots were along Greg’s inseam and sometimes he’d tease him using them.
Other times Mycroft would reach around to grab ahold of firm arse. Which would always earned him a surprised laugh and a hand tentatively extending to card through Mycroft’s hair.
It always ended the same way, these ‘measurement checking’ sessions. Both men would be breathless and satisfied. Gentle kisses exchanged as they lingered in each other’s arms. Eventually they would get around to discussing fabric if Greg actually did need a new suit. Mycroft would rest his head on Greg’s shoulder as they do so. Greg for his part would tighten his hold and trust whatever choices Mycroft made.