So I wrote another chapter of Mycroft’s choice, and i think there may be one more after this. So, enjoy more omegaverse mystrade romance.
teaser below the cut
When Mycroft’s heat ended, they both went back to their lives and their jobs. While Gregory had kept his promise of not bonding with him, Mycroft still felt his thoughts turning back to the alpha, even as he worked through the inevitable pile of paperwork. Twice he caught himself standing in front of the mirror after his morning shower and looking at his shoulder as if trying to imagine what Gregory’s bond bite would look like. Ridiculous.
Four days after the heat, Mycroft was working late in his home office when the bell rang. Grumbling and hoping it wasn’t his little brother he went to answer and was surprised to find Gregory on his doorstep. “Saw your light was on,” he smiled and gestured with a bag. “Dinner?”
Mycroft wanted to say something sharp about the hour, but his stomach rumbled at the smell. “Come in.”
Greg smiled and followed him into the kitchen. His cock twitched at the memory of Gregory scenting his neck at this table, but he silently and sternly told his body to behave. Oblivious, Greg put the bag on the counter and started dishing out the homemade dinner, putting the leftovers in the fridge. “At least opening your refrigerator isn’t the exercise in horror that Sherlock’s is.”