them sexts

[inuyasock]

the phone sex +
sexting meme

what it says on the tin. leave a blank comment, include your preferences or a starter, it's all good. reply to others with a text, a dirty picture (please link all nsfw things!), misfires, misdials, drunk filthy voicemails, whatever your heart desires.

Comments

[finallyivecaughtyounow]

U sure bout that? Would be a shame if I'd have to come over to arrest you ;)

[lordofcrime]

Be gentle with those cuffs, now.

[finallyivecaughtyounow]

U sure that that's what u want?

[lordofcrime]

Proper English, now, and perhaps I'll have the wherewithal to reply with another photo.

Wouldn't you like that?

[finallyivecaughtyounow]

Blackmailing, I see? Also depending on who you're asking, that was proper english. But fine, was that proper enough for the professor?

[lordofcrime]

The professor is pleased.

And you can feel free to blackmail me back with what I'm about to send you.

[the next file arrives promptly, as promised. The background is a blur, making his location difficult to guess, but William looks perfectly at ease, leaning back in a desk chair with his shirt and trousers unbuttoned, one bare hand caressing entirely too much bare skin.]

[finallyivecaughtyounow]

[When he opens the new file, he almost chokes for a moment. He knows he should be paying attention to the scene in front of him, solving the murder and all that, but his attention - and some of his blood - is currently occupied by something else.]

"Shit."

[He furiously starts typing]

If that's the reward, I might try to please the professor more often.
You really wanna distract me from the case, huh?

[If only there was a way to send some pictures of his own right now ...]

[lordofcrime]

[Why is he doing this, anyway? It hits William that he misses Sherlock, a sobering thought.

That doesn't stop him from continuing the game, however.]

I've no intention of distracting you.

Besides, we both know it was the head butler, yes?

[finallyivecaughtyounow]

[Sherlock looks up, his brain just so capable of putting the final pieces together, which he didn't have the time to check yet]

"Oi, Lestrade! Might wanna talk to the head butler over there. Pay special attention to his gloves!"

[And he can finally direct his attention back to his phone]

Right. Even if u didn't want to, it's certainly working.

But guess what, I suddenly got some time on my hands 😏

[lordofcrime]

Fancy that.

Have you somewhere private to spend time at?

I'll make it worth your while.

[finallyivecaughtyounow]

Depends. What exactly is in it for me?

[lordofcrime]

More than a few pictures.

[finallyivecaughtyounow]

Send 1 more & I might know a place

[lordofcrime]

Greedy.

[it takes a few minutes, but Sherlock eventually receives his request. This time, the room is dark and one can only just make out William's form on the chair. His eyes glint red through the shadows, and the only light coming through the window blinds just happens to highlight between his spread thighs, showing off the bulge between them.]

[finallyivecaughtyounow]

"Never claimed t' be a gentleman,"

[Sherlock grins at the response and impatiently taps his fingers against the side of his phone while he's waiting, the cigarette between his lips not enough to keep them busy at this point.
When the picture finally arrives, his eyes go wide and he almost bites through his cigarette]

"Shit .. shiiiiiit!"

[He quickly types, attaching the link to a location]

Looks like I'll have something else on my hands very soon. Meet ya there, 10 min!

[lordofcrime]

[There's no reply from William, but that usually implies his agreement to whatever they've been discussing.
No matter his silence, when Sherlock arrives he'll be there, ready and waiting.]

Hello, Sherlock.

[finallyivecaughtyounow]

[He has never left a crime scene as fast as right now, leaving a baffled John and Lestrade behind without much of an explanation.
Instead he hurries to the address he just sent to Liam, visibly way too excited in more than one sense when he arrives, the known scent of roses that seems to follow Liam for some reason already lingering in the air.]

"Hi, Liam. Looks like ya wanted to cut my work day short, eh? Can't say I'm complaining 'bout it though~"

[lordofcrime]

I knew you'd already solved it. That's all.

[But William speaks as he's walking, seemingly desperate just to touch Sherlock's body, like it's been too long.

Perhaps it has. This is the one place they can meet outside of their destined roles, after all.

William's arms slide around Sherlock's shoulders as he's pulled into a kiss, one that's hard and hungry from the start. He strokes his fingers through Sherlock's hair, the curled ends of his ponytail, moaning into his mouth.]

Do it right here. I'm ready for you.

[finallyivecaughtyounow]

"Did ya now?"

[Sherlock can't wipe the grin from his face, especially as Liam closes the distance between them, and his hands automatically wrap around the other's slender waist to pull him close and return the kiss.

It's easy to fall into sync like this, tasting the other, renewing the taste that his brain almost can't remember any more, but at the same time won't ever forget.]

"Wow, now who's the greedy one, eh?"

[Sherlock sounds both amused and impressed, but he follows Liam's prompt, as he always does, knowingly or not, like being pulled by invisible strings."]

"Right here at the door?"

[His voice is husky, barely above a whisper as he kisses down the side of Liam's neck while his hands are already busy with those many layers of Liam's clothes.]

[lordofcrime]

I assume you locked the door.

[William tilts his head back with a sigh, enjoying the way Sherlock's kisses trickle down his throat. He doesn't need to warn him not to leave marks - they've done this more than enough times to have the rules memorized.

With some reluctance William ends their embrace, but it's only in order to guide Sherlock's hands to his waist and the arched curve of his rear.]

Besides. This time I already prepared myself for you.

[finallyivecaughtyounow]

"Course I did,"

[Sherlock's hands squeezes Liam's behind once he gets guided there, but he almost chokes at Liam's words.]

"Wow,"

[He huffs, placing another kiss right under Liam's ear]

"Naughty you, though what a shame I missed this~"

[lordofcrime]

I could have sent more pictures, but you were so eager to meet me...

[William steps backwards in order to lean against the wall that faces the doorway. His clothes are already rumpled from Sherlock's curious hands, but he only takes off what's necessary, and makes sure to fish a small vial of lube from his pants before setting them aside. His eyes remain on Sherlock's as he finishes, gaze beckoning him over, and he turns to splay his hands against the wall without saying another word.]

[finallyivecaughtyounow]

"Oh? Didn't you call me greedy earlier for requesting more pictures? Might've asked for even more, it seems. Something I'll certainly remember next time."

[Though he can't deny that he was eager to meet Liam. Maybe even more eager than he should be, as he takes in the view that Liam presents him with, before he steps closer and runs his hand over Liam's bare backside, pushing the fabric of the shirt away that just so covers most of it.
And as much as he wants to just literally nail Liam against the wall right then and there, his own cock throbbing hard in his trousers that have become way too tight, he has the sense of mind to take a step to the side and reach for the bedside table to pull out a condom, the other hand reaching for the vial of lube that Liam brought along.]

[lordofcrime]

Perhaps I like it when you're greedy.

[William rests his cheek against the wall as he watches Sherlock, the brick cool against his overheated skin. He feels almost dizzy with arousal, resisting the urge to squirm or touch himself.]

When you're in bed with me, that is.

[finallyivecaughtyounow]

"And when I'm about to fuck you against a wall? D'you like me to be greedy then, too?"

[Sherlock's smirk is audible in his voice, the sound of a zipper and metal scraping over leather indicating that he has opened his trousers, ripping the condom wrapper open with his teeth.
His eyes are still glued to the view in front of him, the beauty that is Liam, pressed against the wall, just waiting for him.
Sherlock quickly puts on the condom and slicks himself up with even more lube. Even if Liam said he already prepared himself, Sherlock doesn't want to risk hurting the other, at least not unintentionally in an unpleasant way.
He steps behind him again, lining himself up with Liam's entrance before pushing in, causing a moan to roll over his lips.]

"Shit, you really were eager for me Liam, weren't you?"