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The chalk glided smoothly against the dark chalk board, its yellowish white tint marking up the board with a plethora of complex formulas. The blond stood up at the front of the classroom, his piercing ruby eyes looming over the students as they rushed down scribbles into their notes. William’s soothing voice echoed over the room, his gentle explanations calmed the restless students, putting their stressed minds at ease. But there was one thing not at ease in this classroom.
Sherlock sat in the back of the room, his raven hair falling around his face, framing it as if it was a painting. It was pulled into a tight ponytail, his little cowlick sticking out and reaching toward the teacher at the front. He tapped his pencil against the seminar styled desk in front of him before placing it in his mouth and chewing down on it. A drop of sweat rolled down his forehead, landing on his empty note page, “Fuck,” he whispered out, his voice horse and inaudible. He knew he would enjoy watching Liam display his ingenious mind, but he wasn’t expecting… this reaction. He’s just teaching.
What type of new kink is this?
He noted every miniscule detail of the other man, the way the sun from the windows highlighted his painted blond hair, the quick glances of the glowing crimson eyes taunting the intruder, how his long fingers squeezed at the chalk — just what else could he do with those fingers? No, no he wasn't thinking straight. But straight was the furthest from what his mind wanted right now.
The blond looked up at him, his long lashes overcasting a shadow onto his pale cheeks, illuminating his eyes as he winked. He leaned against the desk, his weight shifting into it as he crossed his legs, his focus shifting from the class to the man who had snuck in.
He announced something to the class, yet in his enchanted daze, the detective found himself utterly focused on the sultry deepness of the teacher's voice rather than the subject of the speech. He could just imagine the way he would sound up against his ear, his hot breaths against his neck as he taught him a different type of lesson.
The words were easily deductible as the students surrounding him began standing and making their way out of the classroom, each one taking a moment to thank the considerate teacher and look back at the foreign man who snuck his way into the lesson.
“Well, if it isn’t Mr. Holmes. What brings you all the way to Durham?” The blond pulled himself up onto his desk, sitting onto it as he re-crossed his legs, obviously beckoning the detective to join him in the front. Yet there was one minor issue with that, embarrassment flushing over Sherlock's face as he stayed in his seat.
“Liam! I’d been wantin’ to meet with you since the train incident. Your mind truly does fascinate me,” in more ways than one it seemed, “and I had been hoping to see it in action, y’know?”
“Well,” the blond hopped off of his seat, having a clear idea as to why the detective wouldn’t come up to him, “has my lesson satisfied your desire?” His voice was teasing, his footsteps drawing closer and closer to the dark haired man. No matter how flustered hearing these words made him feel, he couldn’t dare look away from those lust filled apple eyes.
“Not nearly enough as a conversation with you would have,” he wasn’t one to lie, a fact William was far too aware of. He too wished to share a conversation with the ravenette, one to allow himself a single moment of ecstasy from his rampantly running mind, a moment in time where the only thought in his mind was one of the detective.
“In this hypothetical conversation, I wonder which you’ll take note of, the subject or me?” The way the teacher emphasized the word ‘me’ had Sherlock taken aback, the tenderness he placed on his tongue as he pointed out the ravenettes lack of focus had him losing control over his knees — if he had been standing at the moment, he wouldn't have been anymore. His little problem was also growing by the second. William placed his delicate yet callused hands on the desk, his back bending at his hips as he lowered himself to the others eye level. “You’re not a very good student, are you?” He scolded as his finger trailed along the blank notepad, “however will you catch me if you don’t take proper notes?”
William knew this comment was a gamble, but he couldn’t help but relish the other’s reaction, his face bright as a tomato. He could tell by all the blood rushing to his face that little teasing comments like this wouldn’t be remembered well enough to be used as proper evidence in any sort of future case, so he decided to spoil himself a little — considering that the detective had traveled so far, it was only considerate that he was pleased by his visit.
“Well, Mr. Holmes,” the way he whispered out his name sent shivers up the other man’s spine, how was it possible for a name to carry such a lovely tone, now if only he would call him by his first name, “you’re in luck, I happen to be on lunch break now. I’m all yours for the next thirty minutes. So what would you like to discuss?” He sat himself down onto the desk, turning his head over his neck to look down at the blushing man.
Goodness, he is adorable. The blond thought to himself with a teasing smile.
“I-uh- Lord- um- crime– oh fuck—” He couldn’t think straight. Actually he could think everything other than straight. The blond’s ass sat right in front of him, his waist at a perfect angle to grab onto. But what really shook him to his core was the feeling in his abdomen when William looked down on him like that. He only wished he would look down on him with their bodies closer together.
“Could it be that there’s something else you would like to discuss?” He kicked his legs over the desk, spreading his thighs open as each knee rested at Sherlocks shoulders. He scooted himself to the edge of the table, shortening the distance between him and the profusely sweating dark haired man, “I told you, for these next thirty minutes, I’m yours.”
He couldn’t handle the teasing anymore as he grabbed a hold onto the tie of the teacher, wrapping it loosely around his fingers, “are you implying what I think you're implying?”
“You tell me ‘world's greatest detective.’”
And with that he tightened his hold on the tie, pulling the blond from the desk to his lap in one large swoop, his legs straddling over the others hips, their lips landing perfectly together as if they were made to be interlocked. He planted his free hand firmly on the teachers hips, pulling them closer into his own, his earlier issue now even more apparent (as if it wasn't earlier). The other man’s hands found their way up to the long, dark hair of the man below him, his fingers brushing through, twirling into the tie that kept it together, pulling it off to release the long strands out onto his shoulders. He ran his hands up to the other's scalp, taking handfuls of the flowing locks, his other hand pushing down at his neck.
The taste of bitter smoke ran its way down William’s throat, leaving behind a pleasurable burning sensation in its wake. Their tongue’s played back and forth, both fighting for the right to call themselves the dominant one. Sherlock couldn’t help but allow a hum to escape from his throat, a low vibration filling both of their mouths.
William found himself enjoying this sound far more than he ever believed he would, his hand trailing down the detective’s neck to his chest, continuously trailing lower in any attempt to hear that sound escape from his lips again. He pulled his lips away, a shared strand of saliva connecting the two together as he pulled his hand from his hair to his collar, “You’re ‘uniform’ breaks our dress code. You should begin covering up, it's distracting.” he began unbuttoning the already messied shirt.
“You like to be distracted like this,” he teased, his voice low.
“Of course I do. But I don’t like the fact that others get to see.” He pulled the other’s shirt and jacket off, revealing his toned, muscular build underneath him. He found his eyes wandering, exploring this new, never before seen region of the man. The ravenette found himself devoured by the other’s gaze, his chest’s exposure leading him to blush, yet the blond's next actions caused more than just blushing. He felt sounds escape from his chest as a pinching pain erupted from his neck, the teacher's teeth lightly sinking down into the untouched skin before dragging his tongue against the reddened mark. His skin was so pure, so clean, William intended to change that fact.
He stood himself up, forcing the dark haired man to follow in suit before he was again pushed down, his bare back laying against the desk as his legs were spread open by a knee in between them. The blond crawled on top of the detectives he trailed bite’s down Sherlocks chest. One of his hands squeezed the man’s thigh, the other one fondling the pink sensitivity of his chest.
The sounds made by the detective were, simply put, enchanting to the teacher. His moans sang like a melody, following an irregular rhythmic pattern. William found himself using the other man like a violin, strumming his strings with a bow until they were to snap, a melody growing in speed and volume as it continued. His tongue soon followed his hand, licking at his chest, the warmth overflowing into the dark haired man, its humid moisture leading to reactions neither of them thought were possible. His tongue swirled around it, taking its joyful time to tease the man, his free hand rolling down from his chest to his pants, prodding around the hem of his pants.
“May I?” He asked, wrapping a finger around his pant loop.
“It's a little too late to be askin’, Liam,” his eyes looked up at the blond's body, the realization of the position they were in had just hit him — the man he had been pining over was above him right now, pulling down his pants and stripping him down to nothing but his shoes. He had never even imagined telling Liam his feelings, let alone being in this position with him. Well, he still couldn’t imagine telling Liam his feelings, but he had hoped that this moment meant at least something to him. Well, he didn’t have to hope, according to his deductions, the chances were 99% in his favor.
The man he had fantasized over was now real, and he was really exposing everything, from his hair to his ankles. He felt the cool air wash over his bare body, and before long, thin fingers wrapped around his length, trailing unknown formulas into it.
William cupped his hand around it, moving his mouth back up to the others lips as he placed a light kiss on his lips before trailing straight down, planting kisses along his ribs, stomach, abdomen, and lowering down, finally ending with a kiss on the tip of his member. He lightly stuck out his tongue, twirling it around before he widened his jaw, lowering his mouth onto it, taking it in fully. Its width and length far exceeded William’s expectations, his heated breath consuming it as the teacher planted his hands on each one of Sherlocks thighs, spreading them further out.
The long haired man placed one of his hands in his mouth, biting down in an attempt to quiet himself — much to the dismay of the blond. Yet even with his attempt, his sounds couldn’t be muted, rather simply muffled.
William felt as Sherlock melted against the back of his throat, moving his head forward and backwards, his pace gradually speeding up along with the moans of the other man. As it became more than he could bear, Sherlock ripped his mouth from his hand, grabbing onto the blond locks of William’s hair and pushing himself in even further.
William, too, let out light sounds at this, the vibration sending shivers up Sherlocks thighs.
“L-Liam! I’m—”
“Mhm.”
He let out a cry, the most beautiful sound William had ever heard as he reached his limit, liquid bursting into the blond’s throat. He was sure not to spill a single drop, letting his lips pull off of the dark haired man with a little pop. He looked up into the man's eyes, sure to emphasize his Adam's apple bob up and down as he swallowed every last bit of it, sticking his tongue out to prove it. If nothing else, William sure had had a tongue work out in his class today. He stood himself up, pulling the knee buckled Sherlock up with him as he placed one last kiss on his slightly open lips, his body in a state of shock after what had just happened to it.
William found himself looking up afterwards, checking the clock to see that his estimate was spot on. “My lunch break is going to end soon. Let’s tidy you up. We can’t have you breaking the dress code again.”
The other man looked at him in a daze, trying his best to hang the words together “Wait, what about you?” He felt the end of his sentence get stuck in his throat as he was just now noticing the strain in his words. He couldn’t help but feel his face turn a few shades redder.
“What about me?” William's eyes held a glint that Sherlock knew well, but he wasn’t in the state of mind to play along, rather he just simply answered the question and bore the embarrassment that came with it.
“You didn’t get to, y’know?” He referenced down to his bare body, his message obviously being conveyed.
William let out a light laugh at this before he placed one final kiss onto Sherlocks reddened lips.
“It simply means you’ll have to catch me again.”