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[iliketoeatkid]

Quick reminder the funk coaches canonically touched asses

[zvcchjni]

Harry: Oh my god

Harry: I need more coffee

[sunnymeddows]

(Bloody hell, FINE! XD) "Myc the water feels great!" Greg called from the crystal clear water of the private pool behind the secluded cottage of the luxurious resort Mycroft had decided upon for his and Greg's holiday. From under the large, cloth deck umbrella, Mycroft didn't even look up from his book to answer. "I would prefer not to." He grimaced. "The sun-" Greg climbed out and walked over to where Mycroft griped about his freckles. He plopped down by Mycroft's feet. "It's so great, love," he chirped excitedly. "The water is perfect and I really want you to feel it." Shaking his head, Mycroft disagreed. Greg grew impatient. "Fine." He stood, turned his body towards Mycroft's and proceeded to lift the now-startled man, and then ran for the pool. "Gregory, put me- no no no-" then, spash! They both landed in the water. Breaking the surface, the two gasped for air. Mycroft blinked the drops from his eyes and splashed Greg, who just laughed. "Told ya it's bloody nice," Greg swam in lazy circles around Mycroft as the younger man tread water. "It is freezing." "Bah, you'll get used to it," Greg stated before diving back under. After nearly a minute, Mycroft looked around, slightly alarmed. "Gregory?" All of the sudden, a hand crept up the back of his swim shorts. Then, a familiar laugh sounded directly behind him as Greg pressed his body against his. "How in the heavens do you do that?" Mycroft asked, heaart racing from the fear and, with that grope, arousal. "Years and years of swim team," Greg answered. He wrapped his arms around Mycroft's shoulders and rested his chin on his shoulder. "How's about we go dry off?" "Yes, let's." Mycroft turned his head and was met by Greg's lips. "I doubt we want the sheets getting this damp."