Okay so this gorgeous piece of art inspired me to fic.
The Goldfish Corset -While Greg waited for Mycroft in the study, the last thing he expected was the corset.
teaser below the cut
Greg was tired and a little irritated that Mycroft was having him over tonight. It had been a long week. But he never could deny the elder Holmes much of anything, so here he was, getting dropped off in front of the understated home. He was shown into the study and found himself alone. Wondering what Mycroft was up to, he poured himself a glass of the fine wine that had been left by the fireplace and settled in to wait.
At least the wine was tasty. He stared between the doors of the study, wondering when exactly Mycroft would deign to make an appearance. He rubbed the bridge of his nose and sunk back in the leather chair, inhaling the scent of the wine and leather and musty old books. It was very much a Mycroft smell. Whenever the damnable man would show up.
He was staring into the fire when he heard Mycroft’s voice off to the side. “Gregory.”
Turning his head, he nearly dropped his wine. In the dim light of the study Mycroft stood with his back to him, sheet draped low around his waist. But it wasn’t the sheet that got his attention, it was the aqua corset cinched tight around his middle, lending a curve to his waist and drawing Greg’s eye down the straight line of his spine to his arse, freckles just visible on the pale skin. He looked like a perfect statue.
