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[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.]

[Those hard, powerful thrusts do the trick before Sherlock can even begin to move his hand, knocking him right. William tenses up, breaking the kiss as he arches his back, mouth open wide in a gasp.

His knees buckle abruptly as he cries out in orgasm, hands clawing at the wall, desperately seeking something to cling to while his body convulses in overwhelming pleasure.]

Oh, Sherly, oh, please, please...

[Thankfully Sherlock's strong body keeps him upright, and he just barely manages to keep his balance even as he's coming down from the high of release. He shakes and whimpers softly, utterly dazed from the intensity of it all.]

Ahh...

[Liam tenses around him, almost sending Sherlock right there over the edge with him.
But he is too focused on Liam, keeping his hips moving but slowing down considerably while Liam rides out his orgasm, eyes glued to what he can see of Liam's expression: those half lidded red eyes with those incredibly long lashes, the pale cheeks now flushed red from exhaustion, and those golden strands of hair sticking to the beads of sweat that have formed on Liam's forehead.

Those gasps and the call of his nickname still ring in his ear as he still rocks his hips softly, only as much as Liam can take right now, not wanting to overstimulate him, while he has wrapped one arm around his lover's upper body, holding him carefully in place.]

I got you, I got you, Liam.

[The words are nothing but a gentle whisper into Liam's ear, giving him all the time he needs to calm down.]

[William takes the opportunity to slump back in Sherlock's arms, clutching him tight as he tries to gain control over his shuddering body. His gasps for air slow, changing to shuddery little breaths.]

Ah, you... You didn't...

[Finally managing to catch his breath, he straightens and plants his hands on the wall, bowing forward while looking back to catch Sherlock's eye.]

You can still come inside me.

[He raises his eyebrow, and waits a few more moments for Liam to relax again, running a hand down the other's spine to soothe him before curling his fingers back around his hips.]

Greedy after all, even after comin' thrice,

[Sherlock sounds amused but loving, even as he starts to pick up speed again. He's not thrusting into Liam as hard and fast as before and it doesn't take long for his breath to become shorter, until he finally reaches his own release after a couple more thrusts, groaning Liam's name loudly while he presses his forehead against Liam's shoulder as he shudders.]

Ha...

[William shivers at his touch and bares his teeth in a grin. He can't help but moan when Sherlock pushes back inside, lifting his hips to meet him with every quickening thrust. Just the way he likes it.

He feels Sherlock's release and licks his lips, doing his best not to tremble at the sensation, at hearing his cries. He's still shaking himself, his skin damp with sweat.

A bath comes to mind. Good thing this place has a serviceable tub and running water.]

Mm... feels like you enjoyed that.

Edited 2023-08-12 12:37 (UTC)

[Liam is always so responsive, it never takes long for Sherlock to cum, if he's allowing himself to let go completely.
And he would love to stay like this for a while longer, remaining one with him, close enough to feel the other's every breath and heartbeat.
But he's softening inside him already, and he has to carefully pull out to not cause even more of a mess than what they already caused.

Placing a soft kiss to Liam's shoulder, he still keeps one hand around him to caress his skin, while the other disposes of the condom as discreetly as possible.]

'Course I did. There's never been a time when I didn't enjoy bein' with you. Hope this was to your satisfaction, too?

It was wonderful.

[William turns once Sherlock has pulled out, embracing him after he disposes of the full condom. He nuzzles affectionately at his cheek and leans back against the wall, pulling him close so they can share a lazy kiss.]

You're always so good to me, Sherly.

[It is now that Sherlock curses himself for not undressing each other earlier. He's basically still completely dressed, only with his trousers undone, and Liam .. well, he's still wearing his shirt and waistcoat, but nothing else.
Still a sight to behold, in Sherlock's less than humble opinion.

But he would prefer much more skin on skin contact right now, as he once again traps Liam between himself and the wall, though much more softer, and much more lovingly this time around, as he returns the kiss and wraps his arms around the slim waist, fingers drawing small, lazy circles on the small of Liam's back.]

I only try to give you what you deserve. And what you want, obviously.

[William leans into their embrace, pressing bodily up against Sherlock's (mostly) clothed form, shivering at the touch of his playful fingers. He lifts one shapely leg to hook around his waist, keeping them close for the moment.]

Do you need to return soon? I have a few hours free before I teach my substitute class.

[It's too tempting for Sherlock to not let his hand run over the smooth skin of Liam's thigh as his leg hooks around his waist, and even though his lover doesn't need it, Sherlock holds his Liam's leg up and purposefully close.]

Cheeky. I don't think I have to return any time soon. Lestrade might be an idiot at times, but I trust him to make the arrest after I told him who the culprit was. So I'd say that means that I got all the time in the world right now~

You like it when I'm cheeky.

[William hums and slides his hands through Sherlock's hair, playing idly with his curls.]

Since we're both free for now, want to take a bath with me?

Good deduction, professor.
But also, I like you in basically any way,

[He adds the last bit with a smirk, squeezing Liam's thigh playfully.
And how much he enjoys Liam's fingers running through his hair.]

Sounds tempting. But only if you keep this up.

I'll even wash your hair for you.

[With noticeable reluctance William lets go of Sherlock, stepping aside. He quickly finishes undressing and gathers up his clothing, beckoning for Sherlock to follow him to the bathroom.

Once the water is running, steam rising from the faucet, William takes a seat on the edge and proceeds to fold his clothing and Sherlock's as well.]

Now you're talkin',

[Sherlock follows, almost dropping his clothes as he goes, but having by now learned that Liam prefers to keep things somewhat tidy, even after doing some dirty stuff, so he at least collects it in his arm and doesn't just drop it on the floor. The folding might still be asked a bit much, but if Liam wants to do it, who is Sherlock to object.]

Ya know, if we ever got more time at our hands, 'n it's not 'cause of some random sext you're sending me, so that I can actually plan ahead, not that I'm complainin' though, but .. ya know, we could actually make this a whole thing. The bath, I mean. Roses, scented bubble bath, candles. That's something that people do, right?

[He sinks into the bath once it's somewhat ready, and helps Liam to climb in with him, pulling him into his arms. Even though that kind of defies the whole washing his hair thing.]

Hmm. Perhaps.

[Of course there's more to it than William seeming to just message Sherlock at random times to get together. Planning dates means anticipation, making them a bigger deal.

It's what couples do, and they absolutely cannot be a couple. It's not in the cards, not for them. Or so William thinks, as he sinks into the hot water with a sigh, snuggling up against Sherlock's chest.]

I am fond of roses...

[Right. He is getting ahead of himself here. They never actually thought about this, or put a label on whatever they are doing just now. Is it friends with benefits? Sherlock can't tell. And normally, he wouldn't care.
He isn't exactly the romantic type, so why did he suggest it in the first place?]

Mmhm, I can tell. You always smell of them. Even now I can still smell them on you.

We have a nice garden. Louis brings in a fresh bouquet every morning.

[Tilting his head back, William noses along the damp line of Sherlock's jaw, nuzzling him.

His thoughts do nothing to stem his fondness of the man holding him. Even if this has to stop someday (it will), at least they can enjoy these intimate little moments together.]

I should have some delivered to 221b.

Sherlock closes his eyes and stretches his neck a bit, giving Liam more room to caress the sensitive skin on his jawline and throat]

Mmhm, 'n under what pretence? I don't get flowers all too often, people might wonder. Ya know, detectives don't get as many flowers as the movies might make it seem.

Anonymous thanks for your dedication to helping the people of London might work.

[He slides up against Sherlock, enjoying how their wet, slippery bodies press together. With a little hum in the back of his throat he nuzzles Sherlock’s ear, running his tongue around the curve of it.]

If you turn around, I'll wash your hair.

Edited 2023-08-14 17:23 (UTC)

The people of London aren't as grateful as ya think. Not that I care, 's long 's I get interestin' cases to solve. Though, I wouldn't mind a certain someone's attention o' course.

[Sherlock huffs, a bit guttural with his head bent back, but he still shivers pleasantly.]

Keep that up 'n we won't be washin' any hair today. Might have to change the water instead~

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Icon twins lmao

It's perfect for this moment tho!

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