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[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 😏

Fancy that.

Have you somewhere private to spend time at?

I'll make it worth your while.

Depends. What exactly is in it for me?

More than a few pictures.

Send 1 more & I might know a place

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.]

"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!

[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.

[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~"

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.

Edited 2023-06-29 23:50 (UTC)

"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.]

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.

"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~"

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.]

"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.]

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.

"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?"

[William starts to reply, the very words on his lips, but then Sherlock is pushing inside him and it's all he can do to not cry out loud.

It always feels like this, overwhelming at first, like Sherlock is too much for him to take in.

He manages to just whimper, burying his face in his arms with his hips arched. He can feel Sherlock's hot breath on the back of his neck and it makes him tremble as his body slowly adjusts, accepting his thick cock.]

Ah... I couldn't keep you out of my thoughts, it's true.

[He lifts his head and passes Sherlock a breathless little grin from over his tensed shoulders.]

Feels good, then?

Edited 2023-07-05 23:14 (UTC)

[Sherlock pauses once he has pushed completely inside Liam, giving them both time to adjust to the sensation. He nuzzles his nose and mouth into Liam's neck, leaving small kisses there.]

"You always feel incredible, Liam."

[And the feeling is leaving even Sherlock speechless at first, before he gives an experimental roll of his hips.]

"So you were thinkin' of me when preparing yourself?"

[He can't deny that the thought of Liam fingering himself while thinking about him turns him on even more, causing his hips to thrust a little stronger than before.]

[William moans, already unable to hold back. It's too good like this, being surrounded by Sherlock's presence; not just inside himself, but also the press of his lips on his skin, the familiar scent of tobacco, cologne, and sweat, the possessive press of his hands on William's hips.

It's almost too much, and yet somehow nearly not enough.]

I-I came twice. Thinking of you.

[He's already short of breath, and pushing back against Sherlock, the curve of his rear soft against Sherlock's muscles.]

[Sherlock wants to drown himself in all that is Liam. The tightness around his cock, the moans that fall from those soft lips, and the feel of his soft skin against Sherlock's
whenever he snaps his hips forward to meet Liam's movements.

He is picking up speed, for once because they both adjusted rather quickly and it just feels too good to hold back any longer, but also because Liam's words simply cause Sherlock's body to almost move on his own.]

"Twice?"

[He needs to swallow hard, the hand on Liam's hip tightening somewhat.]

"Ya didn't only prep yourself, but you also touched yourself to that extend?"

[Shit, that mental image surely isn't helping to keep his movements and thrusts at a steady rhythm.]

Ah... N-no, just the preparation was enough-

[William shoves himself backwards onto Sherlock's cock, his breath ragged and loud as they fuck. What had started as a meetup quickie is becoming so much more, heavier and harder, just the way William loves it.]

I couldn't stop thinking about you.

[Sherlock increases his speed, fucking harder and deeper into Liam while holding on to him, holding him close.]

"You came .. just like .. that?"

[Sherlock's breath is coming short, because of the way he is pounding into Liam, and because these words are almost leaving him speechless.]

"So, think you'll come without me touching you any further?"

[His voice is low, barely above a whisper as he keeps his lips close to Liam's ear, even brushing against them as he moves.]

Like this is all I need.

[William pants out, whimpering between words as Sherlock fucks him hard and fast. His cock hangs heavy between his thighs, flushed and leaking precome that ends up splattered on the poor abused wall.

While he could touch himself, William knows too well that it will knock him over the edge. He wants this to last, having craved Sherlock nearly all day.

But even now he's starting to tremble, getting closer and closer to his release. It helps when Sherlock whispers in his ear, the brush of his lips distracting through the wild pleasure close to overwhelming him.

William turns his head and kisses him, ignoring the awkward position this leaves him in.]

Oh, Sherlock...

[Like this, with them kissing even while Sherlock is still rolling his hips, Liam only gets pressed even closer against Sherlock, trapped between the wall and Sherlock's own broad body.

He would love to touch Liam further and wrap his hand around Liam's cock, almost begging for attention between those pale thighs. Sherlock wants to feel the exact moment that Liam gets pushed over the edge and wants to feel him spill all over his fingers.

But at the same time, there is that image of Liam coming only from being fucked, reaching his orgasm with Sherlock's cock alone, and nothing else.
And it's that thought that makes Sherlock almost lose control, thrusting up even harder while his fingertips dig deep into Liam's slim waist and hipbones.]

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