𝒞𝑜𝓃𝒸𝑒𝓃𝓉𝓇𝒶𝓉𝒾𝑜𝓃 || Sherliam Smutshot

𝓒𝓸𝓷𝓬𝓮𝓷𝓽𝓻𝓪𝓽𝓲𝓸𝓷

Third pov.

William was finishing one of his lectures by releasing his students outside into the warm sunlight. Although it was still spring, the snow of the previous months had disappeared, making space for the early bloomers. A few buds were already opening and revealing green leaves.

Since this was William's last lesson, he made his way to his office without noticing a shadow following him.

At least that's what the certain shadow thought.

Arriving in front of the room, William began to speak without turning around. "It seems to me that you have been too impatient to wait for me to get home, Mr. Holmes."

"Haha...You got me," he stated, "but today the case was so easy that it was completed in record time."

There was a wide grin on Sherlock's lips, which William could only guess was there from his position, because he couldn't see it altough he clearly knew that it was there by the sound of his voice.

Without further words, he opened the door and left it open behind him so that Sherlock could follow him and lock the door. When he did, he turned around painfully slowly to take in the breathtaking sight.

The sunlight from outside the window kissed Williams' cheek and hair, making them glow. William's slender figure was outlined in the bright light and was oddly attractive to the detective. More than usual.

Like a moth drawn to the light, Sherlock made his way to William, who was now leaning against his office table.

Both of Sherlock's hands held William captive between himself and the table, which William didn't find disturbing at all. It was the opposite case; it made him feel safe and secure. Especially when Sherlock planted a gentle kiss on the professor's soft lips, causing the latter to smile happily.

"Hey, Sherly" William whispered into the kiss, lovingly wrapping his arms around Sherlock's neck.

When Sherlock then wanted a second kiss, William leaned back and thus denied Sherlock this.

"What's that supposed to mean?" Sherlock protested immediately.

"I still have to correct tests from today so I can hand them out tomorrow. I don't want to make them wait unnecessarily long" he replied calmly to the now disappointed detective.

He pouted and sat down in a chair nearby, pretending to be grumpy, and watched William do his work for a while.

However, when William was on one of his last papers, Sherlock stood up, not wanting to wait any longer than he already was.

He walked towards William, turned his chair and caught William's lips less reluctantly than a few moments earlier. He didn't let the surprised William have a chance to catch his breath for a while and when he finally allowed it, he found him panting heavily and flushed.

When he was just about to start speaking again, he gave him another kiss and again gave him no air to speak.

Meanwhile, Sherlock had already positioned his knee between the other's legs and placed his hands on William's waist, tracing the delicate yet feminine curves with his fingertips.

When William moaned into Sherlock's mouth, Sherlock finally let him talk.

"I-" He took a short breath "I'm not done yet as you can see and you're a pretty good distraction" he finally managed to say.

Sherlock, completely unperturbed by this, stood up and pulled William up with him and turned William over so his back was facing Sherlock. With Sherlock's hands on his hips, both men were pressed close together.