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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]

[William tilts his head into Sherlock's touch, and pulls off him with obvious reluctantance in order to reply. His lips are puffy from all their kissing, and shiny with Sherlock's precome.]

I don't know. Is it working?

[Sherlock is granted a wide, teasing smirk from William before he returns his attention to his cock, licking long lines all over him before swallowing him down almost entirely.]

Wow, shit .. yeah, I'd .. I'd say it is.

[Funny how his mind indeed seems to stop working whenever Liam is kneeling between his knees. But what can he say, Liam is just too good at everything that he does, and he still looks pretty while doing it.]

Interestin' technique for sure.

[His breath is already coming shorter, heat pooling in his lower body. Sherlock is a very visual man, and that image of Liam sucking him off in the bathtub, with that look in his eyes is doing things to him that even he himself didn't know about.]

[William chuckles around Sherlock's cock, the sound reverberating in his mouth in a way that probably feels interesting. He pulls off him, licking his lips, and takes over with his hand for a moment, stroking him tightly.

Maybe it's a distraction for himself, he thinks. It's too easy to blank out while doing such activities, not that he doesn't enjoy them as well. This way, he doesn't dwell on his little slip from earlier.]

You gave me the idea when you mentioned getting the water dirty.

[William strokes him harder, angling him towards his face. He gazes up at Sherlock through damp lashes, his eyes narrowed to thin red slits, a small smile still on his lips.]

Would you like to make a mess of me?

[Those vibrations feel heavenly to Sherlock, and it makes speaking and even swallowing a lot harder, given how tight his throat has suddenly become]

Wouldn't such a compromisin' position make the whole catching a lot easier though?

[And just like that, Sherlock's brain completely stops working, staring at Liam for what must feel like an eternity, probably even with his mouth still open.
Did he just suggest ...?]

You'd .. be okay?

[His voice is barely more than a croaking sound, cause he certainly did't imagine any of this to happen when he got up this morning.
But it seems as though it's his turn to wash Liam's hair now, because he certainly can't keep himself from reaching his climax almost the second when those red eyes give their silent approval.]

[William closes his eyes just in time, letting out a quiet little gasp at feeling Sherlock's warm release spatter all over his face. Even though he'd anticipated the feeling, it turned out to be much more intense than he'd expected, leaving him shaken but aroused.

His cheeks a brilliant red, he slowly blinks open his eyes, giving Sherlock a flushed look while absently licking his lower lip.]

Not bad.

Shit, Liam you're incredible!

[His breathing is still coming fast, and yet he doesn't hesitate for a second after catching his breath to slide back into the water and reach for Liam, to crush their lips back together. He doesn't care if he can taste his own release in the kiss and on Liam's lips; this man is incredible and he doesn't want to let go.

Eventually though, he pulls away for a breathless laugh.]

Though I'm not sure who caught whom now.

[William can't help laughing either, and he returns the kiss just as hungrily, moaning Sherlock's name into his mouth. He rolls his body up against Sherlock's as well, not letting him forget that he's still aroused.]

Mm, it was really intense, wasn't it?

[Still a little breathless, he splashes some water on his face to clean it.]

I liked it.

[Sherlock huffs, eyes focused on Liam as if there's nothing else in the world. And he doesn't plan on leaving Liam alone with his erection either.]

How 'bout we clean you up and get out of the bath to take care of this. Might need 'nother bath afterwards though, so I hope you got time?

[While he talks, he slides his hand between Liam's tights and runs his fingers over his length.]

[William gasps and rolls his hips forward, rocking up into his grip, little waves forming in the water surrounding them.]

I like the sound of this plan.

[He doesn't want to move away; the water's grown tepid and he feels oddly clingy after their intense experience together.

But his cock throbs and so he finishes cleaning up, his cheeks nice and pink after he scrubs his face with a wet towel.]

Did I miss any?

Nope, all clean and pretty,

[He gives Liam a soft smile, and runs his hand once more through the wet, blond strands of Liam's hair. Not because there is anything left that doesn't belong, but because he just wants to touch this man for as long as he can.

Once Liam seems finished, Sherlock pushes himself out of the bath and holds his hand out for Liam to take, to help him out of the bath. And before he even dries himself, he wraps a towel around Liam's shoulders and dabs him dry.]

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Mm. You like spoiling me.

[That said, William appears to enjoy the attention very much, even closing his eyes as Sherlock towels him off. He snuggles into the towel once it's wrapped around himself, and stays close when they return to the bedroom.

Only then does he drop the towel to the floor, turning to take a seat on the bed. He leans back on his palms and gives Sherlock a deeply heated look, still smiling.]

I could get used to it.

Mmhm, I do.

[He's right behind Liam, only haphazardly toweling himself off so that he won't drip water all over the floor, and more importantly, the bed.

He crawls over Liam once he has taking his seat on the bed, and starts kissing along his cheek, down his jawline, and up to his ear to whisper]

To what exactly, hm? Tell me what you want, 'n I'll do it for ya.

[William tilts his head as he's kissed, sighing with pleasure. He relaxes against Sherlock, slipping an arm loosely around his waist, then leaning in to kiss him in return.]

I don't suppose you'd have a third round left in you...

I mean, we can try?

[While they kiss, his hands already start wandering, brushing up and down Liam's thighs, coming closer to his cock with every move and yet neglecting it for now.]

Might take a bit longer, but I doubt that that's gonna be a problem for ya?

I can be very patient.

[Still, William spreads his thighs as Sherlock touches them, soft sounds coming from his throat. He shifts and rolls onto his side, facing Sherlock, close enough for them to rub together should they choose. Both arms wrap around Sherlock's shoulders as William hugs him and goes in for another kiss.]

Do you have plans this weekend?

[He already knows the answer, but appears perfectly clueless as he nuzzles and kisses at Sherlock's cheeks, his throat, the lobes of his ears.]

Patient and greedy, now that's some interestin' combination~

[Of course Sherlock follows the invite for more contact, the only person he even ever wants to have close bodily contact with, and then it's almost impossible to keep his hands to himself.

His eyes fall shut and he leans his head back, offering his throat and therefore more space to Liam. Even though it was technically him who had asked for ways to spoil Liam ...]

Hm? Goin' from a few hours to a whole weekend? Got some big plans for us? I'm sure I can make some room if that's the case.

[No, he doesn't have plans, he rarely ever has, if it's not involving someone getting murdered, but that's hardly something he can plan his schedule around. Not that he has much of a schedule, but if Liam requires him to be somewhere at a certain time, especially for a whole weekend, who is he to deny him that?]

[The whole weekend is a nice thought, and William is certain he can think of ways to spend the time with Sherlock. But there's no way he can excuse his absence for that long when it comes to his family, his comrades.

He kisses Sherlock's adam's apple, watches it bob as he speaks and breathes.]

...perhaps we can do a full weekend some time in the future. For now, I can only spare a few hours at a time...

[Another kiss, this one leaving a mark on Sherlock's throat, William smiling up at him.]

I've thought of a way you can spoil me right now, however.

Right. Then just lemme know when this weekend.

[Right. Of course not the whole weekend, that must've been a Freudian mishearing on Sherlock's part. He tries to overplay it with a grin, and luckily Liam is too busy with his neck to see the brief moment in which his face dropped.
Even after all this time he's still not one to hide his emotions, if it's not playing an act for a case.
And to be honest, the soft feeling of Liam's lips against his adam's apple and the slight pressure against it do feel good enough to quickly distract him from his disappointment.

And what way might that be?~

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