I was gonna wait until I’d colored this, but I thought What The Hell. The continuation of this drawing I did some time ago
Three weeks ago, Mycroft Holmes picked Lestrade up outside New Scotland Yard and made him an offer he’d been unable to refuse, despite his best judgement. Mycrofthad sucked his cock, dropped him off at home, and Lestrade hadn’t heard a word from him since. Now, the door of the black car swung open as Lestrade drew level with it. He could just see Mycroft's profile, hawkish nose and shallow chin limned by the orange glow of the streetlight.
Seconding this rec, because it’s amazing. Mystrade can be really hit or miss for me, but this is definitely one if the hits.
» Greg Lestrade
Sherlock alphabet: L is for Lestrade