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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.]

Edited 2023-08-20 20:24 (UTC)

[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--!

Edited 2023-08-30 00:16 (UTC)

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.

[Sherlock is exhausted, but in the best kind of way, as he nuzzles his nose into the crook of Liam's neck, to place soft kisses and take in his sweet scent of sex, salt, and somehow still those damn roses ... it makes Sherlock s mile, even though Liam can't see it.]

Fuck, yes, it was, I ... wow, ya know?

[Sherlock laughs as he meets Liam's eyes again, captivated by the beauty he is presented with, and he is sure that this very moment will end up in his mind palace for sure.
He shifts just enough to be able to brush a hand through Liam's hair, his breathing slowly going back to normal.
When a sudden realisation hits him, his eyes go wide for the briefest of moments, but he ends up smiling even softer at Liam.]

You loved it, huh? That good?

[He feels himself getting soft inside Liam, but nothing in the world could make him move in this very moment.]

Mm.

[William strokes Sherlock's hair, runs his hands over the nape of his neck, then down along the length of his spine.

He sighs at each soft little kiss Sherlock plants on his skin, and leans in to kiss him in return, this time on the lips. He can feel Sherlock smiling into the kiss and it makes him smile as well.]

We can keep doing it that way, if you prefer. I don't mind.

[He could stay like this forever, but the knowledge that their time is once again very limited starts creeping into the back of his head.

But for now Sherlock allows himself to push it back for a little while further, and instead focus on Liam's words, even though they make him raise an eyebrow.

So Liam wants to keep sleeping with him, and without a condom on top of that?
Something warm spreads through Sherlock's veins at the thought, something that has nothing to do with his most recent orgasm, or any kind of sexual arousal. This is something else entirely ...]

Mmhm. If you want to. I'm not sleepin' with anyone else, so you don't need to worry 'bout anything on my end.

I trust you.

[William lids his eyes and smiles up at Sherlock, one hand still cradling his cheek.

He's actually thinking the very same as Sherlock, and that it's truly a pity he'll have to leave soon for his class.

Of course, William loves his students and he loves teaching them. Helping them learn that which comes so easily to himself is truly enthralling.

But it hurts to leave Sherlock's side, no matter the cause. William's sure he could spend a good week in this bed or near it; as long as that time was with Sherlock, he would never lack for stimulation (in more ways than one).

With a sigh he moves to sit up, stretching languid arms over his head. He makes a strange face and blushes, the movement having pulled Sherlock's soft cock from his body, letting his release trickle down William's thighs, so much more than the lube they usually use.]

Ah...

I think I'm going to need another bath...

Edited 2023-09-04 12:56 (UTC)

[The words make Sherlock smile, that warm feeling once more settling in his body.
It shouldn't mean as much, but the fact that Liam trusts him does something to Sherlock that he can't quite explain, at least not yet.]

'N I trust you, Liam.

[He gives Liam room to move, though the sudden loss of warmth and connection makes him aware of the mess they've made too, causing him to chuckle softly.]

Probably. I'll prepare one for ya. Don't move.

[He can't resist to press a kiss to Liam's forehead, before he pulls away. He doesn't really want to leave Liam's side right now, but he doesn't want him to be uncomfortable either, so the he'll have to move after all.

He slips into the bathroom, not bothering to cover himself up with anything while he moves, but makes a mental note to finally fix the shower head, so that it doesn't have to be bath every time Liam needs to clean himself. Even though he obviously doesn't mind taking them together.

While he lets the tub fill with water and checks the temperature, he grabs a washcloth and wets it, not even cleaning himself just yet, but instead returns to the main room where Liam is resting.]

The water's runnin', just a few more minutes 'n it's ready,

[He sits down next to Liam and instead of handing him the cloth to clean himself, he starts wiping Liam's stomach and moves the washcloth over Liam's thighs to clean away most of his own release.]

You're really too good to me.

[William stills to allow Sherlock to clean him, watching with slightly flushed cheeks. He'd had a difficult time allowing such close attention back when they'd started sleeping together, but had finally learned to relax and enjoy it. Sherlock's touch is always so gentle, and he doesn't ever miss a spot.]

Mm... I'd better get in the tub. Not much time left.

[His thighs tremble when he stands up, and he laughs quietly at his own weakness, reaching out for Sherlock to help steady himself.]

Care to keep me company while I bathe?

[Sherlock simply smiles in response, still busy with cleaning Liam's skin until there is nothing left to clean. He notices how much more relaxed Liam has become over time, making his smile even softer.]

"Ah, right. Clock's tickin',"

[He's right beside Liam in an instant, steading him and guiding him towards the bathroom. On the way, he quickly picks up his jeans to skillfully pull his cigarettes and zippo from his back pocket, all with one hand, since the other is still wrapped around Liam.

He helps Liam climb into the bath after checking that the temperature is just right, and then turns to finally clean himself somewhat, before lighting himself a cigarette. He definitely smokes less when he is with Liam, since they are often quite busy, but it doesn't mean that his cravings have vanished completely.]

"You sure you okay 'n able to teach later?"

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