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[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.

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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~

Now you're the one being cheeky.

[He gives Sherlock's exposed neck a kiss, then pulls away so that they can switch positions. He ignores Sherlock's grumbling at having to move, sliding his arms around him from behind and resting his chin on his shoulder once they're in place.]

'Someone', eh... Should I be jealous?

[He lifts one damp hand, running his fingers down the front of Sherlock's throat.]

And do you like it?~

[Well, if Liam insits on switching placds .. Sherlock was quite happy with their seating earlier.]

Oh? Would you be jealous?

[A smirk curls his lips, and he's clearly way into the fact that Liam is silently threatening him by running his hand over a vefy sensitive and vulnerable part of his body. Instead of backing off, he even seems to enjoy it.

[It's both fun and dangerous toying with Sherlock like this. William knows he should stop, but he can't. It's too exciting to resist.

He can hear Sherlock's smile in his voice and it's enough to start getting him hard again. His nails dig a bit into Sherlock's skin, not enough to hurt, just to remind him that they're there.]

Perhaps.

Do you want him to fuck you?

[Sherlock can feel his heartrate speeding up, a slight shiver running down his spine.
They should stop. They probably both know what dangerous game they've started here, and yet, it's too intriguing not to see and test how far it would go.

And they both know that he hadn't talked about the Lord of Crime earlier, but that it is a constant presence on Sherlock's mind; especially while he's still trying to piece together the last pieces of the puzzle he needs to prove that it's Liam ..

But Sherlock knows that he needs to pick his words carefully here.
To be honest, he doesn't want to sleep with anyone else but Liam, but if Liam truly is the Lord of Crime .. but how to put this into words?]

Can't say I haven't thought about what it would be like. Might be an interestin' experience~

What an interesting fantasy, especially given that you have no clue what the Lord of Crime looks like, do you?

[William's hand dips down from Sherlock's throat, stroking along his chest, down across his stomach. His fingers idle under the water for a moment, gently caressing the curls of hair at the base of Sherlock's cock.

Behind him, Sherlock can no doubt feel the press of William's erection that rubs against him every time he shifts, insistent and somehow giving off an even hotter feel than the bathwater.

William is so tempted to take him right now, but he resists for the time being. Instead he has Sherlock tilt his head back, and begins rinsing his hair with cupfuls of water in preparation to be washed.]

Perhaps after I wash your hair... we can play a game.

I might have my fantasy 'bout what he looks like. Until someone convinces me otherwise~

[Yes, in his fantasy the Lord of Crime is a young man, with striking features, blond hair, and piercing red eyes; the very man behind him, teasing him once more with both voice and hands.
But of course, while this is implied, he's not saying it out loud.

He shouldn't be affected as much as he is by the whole scene, and yet, not only due to Liam's hardness he feels, his own cock is getting hard again, too.

Others would probably call him insane for trusting Liam; a man he doesn't even know that long, and who he suspects to be a serial killer.
And yet he does, with all his heart, and with his body. His life.
Which includes leaning back in Liam's arms and closing his eyes while the other starts washing his hair, causing him to hum pleasantly.

A game? Now that sounds interesin'. I like playin' games, ya know?

As do I.

[William desperately wants to ask him more. He's fascinated by this man who seems enthralled with the idea that William is the Lord of Crime - which, of course, is more than an idea. It's the truth.

He'll change when he knows for certain, William thinks, trying to push down the bitterness that suddenly wells in his chest. The second Sherlock learns just how much blood is soaked into William's damned soul...

But right now isn't the time to consider such things. Not when he has this beautiful, adoring detective literally laying in his hands, his eyes closed and expression relaxed. Entirely at his mercy.

William takes his time with washing him, listening to Sherlock hum as he scrubs his hair, nails giving his scalp a slow massage before he begins the final rinse.

Once he's nice and clean, William leans back into him, sliding his arms around his waist in a loose embrace, one hand trailing between his thighs to see how hard he is.]

We should play one. I expect you'd be a formidable opponent.

[Sherlock is torn between already being aroused again and being curious about the game Liam wants to play; and relaxing in his lover's arms.
Luckily, for a while at least, the latter wins and Sherlock enjoys the pleasure of Liam's hands in another relaxing fashion while the other massages his scalp and washes his hair.
Not exactly something that he ever thought he'd be into. But Liam is a first for many things in Sherlock's life, so why not for simpler things like this, too.

You spoil me,

[He has relaxed a bit during the massage, but the moment Liam's hand sneaks between his legs, his cock is instantly interested again, even while Sherlock's arms return the loose embrace rather casually.]

Mmhm, ya know how much I like a challenge. So what's that game supposed to be exactly?

[William starts to stroke him, squeezing his hand around Sherlock's cock, still slippery with soap.]

You already know what it's called.

[A delicate kiss is pressed to Sherlock's forehead, and then William whispers into one of his ears, just before claiming his lips in a deep kiss.]

Catch me if you can,
Sherlock.

[if Sherlock hadn't been already hard before, it's certainly after Liam's words, which send a shiver down his spine and almost all his blood directly down into his cock.

He reaches up, returning the kiss hungrily before pulling away just enough to mutter.]

I will.

I'll look forward to that.

[And then William makes an error, one that's possibly his first in all his intimate visits with Sherlock.

It only lasts a few seconds, but that's surely long enough for the detective to take notice; William's hand, holding completely still on his cock.

Those few beats pass, and then William is stroking him once more, as smoothly as before, his lusty expression completely unchanged. Inside, his heart beats rapidly, shocked by both the obvious slip he's just made and by Sherlock's firm declaration of catching him.

There's an urge to escape that bubbles up, but he instantly suppresses it. How obvious could that be? Instead he doubles down, sliding around Sherlock in the tub, then urging him to sit on the rim so that William can blow his now-clean cock.]

[Without Liam hesitating, Sherlock would've put it all off as them playing their game, dangerously close to reality, but within the safety of these walls, playing make believe.
But of course he feels the brief moment in which his lover's hand stops, before he continues as if nothing ever happened.

Shit, for a brief second, even Sherlock is torn out of that fantasy, reminded of the reality that at some point he will have to expose Liam as the Lord of Crime. And all the implications that come with that reveal.

However, Liam's hand and especially his mouth are too skilled, bringing Sherlock back into the here and now, as he spreads his legs and runs his long and slender fingers through Liam's sleek, wet hair.]

Ya think that's what the Lord of Crime would do? Blow the detective that's tryin' to catch him, just to distract him?

[He chuckles as he tries to speak between his short breaths and soft moans, hoping to keep the fantasy alive for a bit longer]

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Icon twins lmao

It's perfect for this moment tho!

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