Chelsea did horribly this week, Straight zero score and this weekend's game against Liverpool wasn't shaping up to be a good one either. All of this Mycroft would know after three keystrokes to his phone.
Not that he was going to say any of that. He wasn't stupid.

"Smashing actually," he answered instead, leaning closer to Mycroft, his own voice lowering. "Wins all around. Celebrations are definitely in order."

His mouth met Mycroft's finally and he relaxed into the kiss. this is what he'd been waiting for since Mycroft had left his flat two days ago. The continuation of this.

No interruptions,

No unforeseen issues,

Just them.