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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.

[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...

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[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?"

[William is already mostly clean thanks to Sherlock, so he takes this opportunity for a quick soak. The warm water eases away any aches left in his body, and he sighs, allowing himself to further relax.]

Mm, I'll be fine. I'm not as delicate as I look.

[Reaching over, he plucks away Sherlock's cigarette with damp fingers, his head tilted back against the tub's rim as he takes in a slow drag, then returns it.]

"Mmhm, that I've noticed. Also never claimed that you're delicate. Just makin' sure you're not too exhausted, you still need to teach a class after all,"

[Sherlock smirks and his eyes linger for just a bit too long on Liam's
neck as he leans back to smoke.
He takes the cigarette back, blowing the smoke into the air above them.

"Ya know, I can light you your own cigarette, if you want one?"

[William lets his eyes close for a brief moment, savoring everything surrounding him: the warm water, the warmth of Sherlock's nearby presence, the scent of his cigarette in the air and lingering on William's tongue.]

I'd rather not smoke an entire one. Besides, it tastes better when it's been in your mouth.

[smirksmirk]

[Sherlock grins and kneels next to the bathtub, leaning closer to Liam.]

"Got a better way for you to taste that cigarette then,

[Leaning closer, he presses his lips gently against Liam's, the taste of nicotine and smoke lingering there]

[William closes his eyes and hums with appreciation, letting the kiss linger. He touches wet fingers to Sherlock's cheek, stroking his skin while giving him a fond look.]

Don't tempt me to call out, now.

"Professor Moriarty, not showin' up to class? Has that ever happened before? Wouldn't want ya to get into a scandal 'cause o' me."

[Sherlock smirks, taking another drag from his cigarette, then bringing their lips back together for a smoke kiss.]

[The kiss leaves William practically purring as he exhales the smoke, licking the taste of Sherlock on his lips.]

I've almost been late, once or twice. I'd rather avoid a scandal...

[But he's kissing Sherlock again, one more time before reluctantly returning his focus to his bath.]

...When we meet next, what shall we do? I'll let you choose, this time.

[Before meeting Liam, Sherlock hadn't thought that something like sharing smoke via a kiss could be sexy.
Yet, with Liam, everything seems to be sexy, or sensual, or enjoyable.
Oh fuck, he's in this way too deep already, especially for their circumstances.]

"Oh? You let me choose? It sounded earlier as though you already had an idea of what t'do that weekend when we see each other again. Or was that just securin' a timeslot?"

Timeslot, heh... Let's put it that way.

As long as we spend some private time together, I am open to ideas, and curious as to what you'd like.

[William finishes with his bath, rising up and stepping out of the tub without a care for how Sherlock will see him. His body drips a wet trail of water across the floor as he walks to take a towel and proceeds to carefully dry himself off.]

[Right, they both know that Sherlock isn't exactly busy, except there's an interesting murder happening, but somehow he feels as though the Lord of Crime won't be very active this upcoming weekend.

Of course his eyes follow Liam as he climbs out of the tub and dries himself, but since he's been sitting here naked the whole time himself for Liam to admire, he doesn't exactly feel ashamed for ogling.]

"Has anyone ever bothered us here? Not gonna happen this weekend either, don't worry.
Soooo ... what if I just said 'Surprise me', hm?"

Surprise you? Hmm.

[William drapes his damp towel around Sherlock's neck, leaning in to give him a lazy, lingering kiss. He smiles as he pulls away, already calculating an array of ideas in the back of his brain.]

I'll see what I can do, then.

"I can already see you schemin'. Lookin' forward to it,"

[Oh, he's smirking all over his face, already feeling giddy and excited for the next weekend, and to see what Liam might come up with.
He throws the towel over the edge of the bathtub and leaves the bathroom to finally pick up his clothes from the floor to eventually put them back on. Even though his eyes clearly linger more on Liam's body than on his own clothes, already missing the warmth it provides.

"Ya let me know when exactly?"

Of course. I wouldn't want to leave you hanging.

[Playtime is over for now, unfortunately. William dresses in a quick and efficient manner, keeping his gaze to himself to keep from any further distractions.
Once he's got his coat on he does spare Sherlock a glance, a warm smile on his lips.]

I'll text you. Soon.

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