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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?~

[William feels the way Sherlock tenses for just a split second, and it hurts. He has the absurd urge to take Sherlock's hands in his own and ask if they can just run off somewhere for a week. A month. Longer. Anywhere but here.

It's a thought best forgotten.]

Mm, of course. I'll text you as soon as possible.

For now...

[Now, he hesitates. This other idea had come to him some weeks ago, but he hadn't been sure if it was just some fancy or a real need he wanted satisfied. Now, he's sure he knows - and in a way, it's a gift for Sherlock as well. Almost an apology, of strange sorts.

William blushes, demurely looking aside as he speaks, one finger stroking idly around Sherlock's nipple piercing.]

I want to feel you come inside me, Sherlock.

[It's silly really. To wish for things like spending more time with Liam. The other made obvious that his family can't know, that these meetings are not of the romantic kind, but to exercise both their minds and their bodies in a way. And Sherlock had been fine with it, because .. well, he never cared for things that happen in relationships. Or about relationships; he never even wanted them for himself.
And yet, here he is, lying naked in bed with a men he'd jump for the second he'd tell him to. Whose call he is eagerly awaiting and making room in his admittedly not too busy schedule whenever Liam finds the time for a visit.
And it's probably silly to suddenly hope and wish for more, Sherlock knows.
Especially if his suspicion about a certain identity is true.

So he lets himself fall into the moment they are granted right now, feelings lips on his throat and fingers on skin, his own hands roaming over Liam's hips.

And then they freeze. And Sherlock blinks his eyes to stare at Liam with wide eyes.]

Do .. do you mean ..? Shit ...

[There's a nervous chuckle that he can't suppress, and he swallows, his throat suddenly feeling way too dry for his own liking.]

Uh .. I mean, if you're sure, then yes. I'm clean-, I mean I don't have any STD or anythin', so .. if that's what you want?

[Perhaps he has gone too far. But it's too late to backpedal now, right?]

I am clean as well.

[He hesitates, then takes one of Sherlock's hands in his own, lacing their fingers together while giving him an almost shy look - if William James Moriarty could ever seem that way.]

If it's too much to ask, I understand. I simply
... wish to be as close to you as possible when we're together.

[Sherlock swallows again, though this time it's because he is stricken by how genuine it feels, how honest Liam seems to be with him.

He leans forward, placing the softest of kisses to the corner of Liam's mouth, then one to his forehead, before he meets the other's eyes again.]

It's not too much to ask if it's what you want and you're okay with it, Liam.

I am.

[chuckling softly to cover his relief, William returns those soft kisses, drawing Sherlock in close for a particularly deep kiss. He strokes his back during it, fingertips tracing his tattoo, having long ago memorized the pattern of it.]

Now, how do you want me? Shall I lay on my back for you?

[Sherlock squeezes Liam's hand as confirmation, before he lets himself be pulled into an embrace.
He does notice that Liam seems to know the pattern on his back to almost miniscule perfection, and maybe that is what makes him think that there is a little more to what they're doing that just the sex. No, he knows. It's just that things are ... complicated, to put it mildly.]

It's your wish, so you should be the one saying how you want it. Ya know I like you in every position,

[He can't help but add the last bit along with a smirk and a wink to lighten the mood even further.]

Alright. I want to see you, then.

[He kisses Sherlock's closed eyelid, then pulls away to lay on his back. He spreads out, stretching long, pale limbs, his cock still hard, flushed deep pink where it falls against his stomach.

A few pillows to prop him up, and then he's ready, lounging back, smirking over at Sherlock while beckoning him with a finger.]

Don't forget the lubricant, please.

Shit ...

[He is in danger, he can tell; how easy it is for Liam to wrap him around his finger and Sherlock even happily fulfills him his every wish.

And what a sight Liam is, sprawled out like this on the bed, just waiting for Sherlock to come and ...

His cock twitches with anticipation, and he quickly reaches for the lube to slick himself up with a generous amount, before crawling over Liam.
Yes, he definitely prefers to see Liam's face, too. Especially those eyes ..

Taking a deep breath and running one hand gently over Liam's thigh and his backside, he carefully lifts him just a little while he aligns himself with Liam's entrance, knowing that he is still loose enough.

One last look of confirmation is all he needs before he pushes in, not even blinking as he keeps staring and drowning himself in that sea of scarlet.]

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[William meets his gaze head-on, unblinking, staring back at Sherlock through his heavy lashes, urging him on. Those lashes flutter as Sherlock enters him, William biting his lower lip and reaching out to grasp his arms, nails digging in sharp.]

S-sherlock...

[Sherlock sinks home and William moans, too loudly, startling himself with how overwhelmed he feels. Although he knows there isn't much of a difference, somehow it feels so much hotter...]

You feel so warm inside me.

[Sherlock inhales sharply as those nails sink into his arms, but at the same time he likes it. Especially when Liam is so reactive, even moaning out loud.
Sherlock loves that Liam doesn't feel like hiding these kind of things from him anymore, openly showing when he's enjoying something.

He pauses for a brief moment once he's completely inside Liam, and gives them both a moment to catch their breaths.]

'n you feel so good Liam.

[It's an almost overwhelming feeling, to actually be inside Liam, without even the thin layer of a condom. And while it might not feel much different on a physical level, it's the emotional level, the trust, that makes it even more intense.

Taking another shaking breath and still not looking away from Liam, Sherlock slowly starts to roll his hips and push into Liam.]

[William is grateful for that break, taking the time to try and catch his breath, to keep himself from crying out once Sherlock starts moving.

He doesn't understand why he's so overwhelmed, but it feels good all the same and he's not about to complain.

When Sherlock starts moving William drops his hands to the bed, clutching handfuls of sheets to steady himself. He rolls his hips to meet Sherlock's, gasping and moaning in a slightly strained voice, the bed creaking underneath them as they fuck.]

Nh, oh Sherlock... Don't stop. Please don't stop.

[Sherlock doesn't even think about stopping, not when it feels so good, to be completely one with Liam, and the object of his affection and desire seems to enjoy himself so much as well.

He reaches out to one of Liam's hands, pushing the sheets out of his clasp by entwining their fingers and steading each other as he keeps moving.
His pace increases steadily, picking up speed with every thrust, pushing deeper and deeper into Liam.

He's glad he's cum before or else this wouldn't last too long, but at the same time he feels so overly sensitive to every contact.
He truly wonders how Liam is able to do this, after having, what was it?, three orgasms already today?]

You're amazing, Liam ...

[Is all he can get out in between gasps and low moans every time he plunges back into Liam, trying to adjust the angle just that little bit more to make Liam see stars for good.]

Edited 2023-08-26 13:32 (UTC)

You keep saying that.

[William laughs, his voice breathy. He's only teasing, of course --considering how many times he's moaned Sherlock's name, it wouldn't be fair otherwise.

Squeezing Sherlock's hand in return, he lifts his hips and wraps his long legs around Sherlock's waist just as he plunges in hard, gasping as the move shoves him in even deeper.]

Ah! Does it, ah... feel any different?

[It probably doesn't. But the thought still riles William up for some reason, and he's not about to fight it.]

[Sherlock grins a bit sheepish, and even though he is clearly out of breath, he doesn't slow down.]

'cause it's obviously the truth,

[He winks at Liam, only to falter and moan when Liam wraps his legs around him.
He loves those long legs of his and would love to touch them, but he needs to keep himself somewhat steady to keep up the strength and pace as he fucks Liam into the mattress.

On a purely scientific level, no. It doesn't feel different. And yet, on another level it's a completely different experience.]

Ah .. it, it sort of does ... do you like it?

[Judging by how hard Liam's cock is once again between them, Sherlock should know the answer. And yet he feels the need to ask.]

Yes.

I love it.

[William moans, his head thrown back and thighs tight around Sherlock's waist, clinging to him as his thrusts grow harder, faster. His cock bumps up against Sherlock's lower stomach with every rock of the bed, and soon enough it has William a squirming mess, gasping and leaking precome that ends up smeared onto Sherlock's skin.]

I swear, you feel so much hotter somehow...

Please, I want you to come inside me--

[Suddenly he's too close to hold back. Whimpering, William squeezes Sherlock's hand tightly and bites his lower lip to choke himself off as he abruptly comes, body arching sharp off the bed.]

Oh, Sherlock, Sherlock--!

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I will .. I'm goin' to ..!

[Sherlock's breath catches in his throat, and suddenly Liam contracts around him, intensifying the feeling of closeness and tightness even more, and wetness splashes against Sherlock's stomach as Liam arches his back and comes once again for today.

Sherlock almost gets overwhelmed by the whole moment, the situation itself, and the way Liam becomes even tighter around him, causing him to fuck even harder into that tight heat, even though he only needs a few more hard thrusts before he follows, spilling into Liam, just as he wished him to.]

Damn ... wanted to pull you close before you came, but .. guess I wasn't fast enough,

[Sherlock huffs in between gasping breaths, his dark locks clinging to the sweat on his forehead as he tries to catch his breath and make his voice sound less raspy.
But damn, this had been so fucking good, and he's silently thanking Liam for suggesting it in the first place.]

[William clutches him tight, his free arm slung around Sherlock's shoulders, hand stroking shakily through his hair.

He lifts his head and kisses Sherlock's throat, his cheek, tasting the salt of his sweat, then nuzzles him as they both come down from their high. His thighs tremble as he starts to relax, and he pulls Sherlock down with him as he lays back on the bed, listening to his raspy breathing.

The smile he grants Sherlock is sweet and soft, a look reserved for these rare intimate moments that only the two of them can share. His cheeks stay flushed, almost the same color as his deep red eyes.]

That was lovely. You enjoyed it as well, didn't you.

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