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Hmm? A mere week apart and here you are, teasing me already?

[William keeps his voice low, a touch huskier than usual. He has to stay close, or else Sherlock can't hear him over the music.

Setting aside his glass, he cups a gloved palm to Sherlock's cheek, gazing over at him with those haunted eyes of his.]

Why don't you kiss me, instead?

"What, did ya think the teasin' was exclusively yours t' do?"

[Who is he kidding though, while Liam is a master in teasing in riling Sherlock up, he breaks in the moment Liam as much as bats his eyelashes.

Like right now.

He sets his own glass aside, having as much sense that he doesn't want to ruin the carpet with champagne (he probably would pay for the rest of his life to have it cleaned), and leans in, finally melting his lips against Liam's.
The thing he's been longing for all week, and even more so with every little riddle that he solved, presented by that brilliant mind in front of him.]

[William wants to laugh at Sherlock's response, but then they're kissing and the thought is wiped from his mind in a burst of warm, familiar pleasure.

He slides his arms up around Sherlock's shoulders without breaking the kiss, sighing softly into Sherlock's mouth. Behind his back William strips off his gloves, letting them fall to the floor without a care. He strokes a hand through Sherlock's low ponytail and gives it a gentle tug.

He wants to talk, feeling like he has so much to say. But instead he kisses Sherlock until he's slightly short of breath.]

[Sherlock's arms instinctively slide around Liam's slender waist, coming to rest on the small of his back without yet moving further. But he pulls the other closer, flush against him, because while he hates physical contact with anyone else, Liam can never be close enough for his taste.
One of the many, many reasons why Liam is so special.

There also aren't many things in the world that he loves feeling more than Liam's hands in his hair, be it grabbing or pulling it.

When their lungs scream for air, Sherlock pulls just enough away to be able to make out Liam's face in front of him, blue eyes shining.]

"I missed ya too,"

[He grins, licking his lips to have just a little more of that taste of Liam mixed with expensive champagne.]

[William can't help blushing as they pull apart. The music swells and the light in Sherlock's eyes, coupled with that little slip of his tongue, catches William's gaze. It gives him a sudden feeling like a piece of his heart is splintering open.]

Was I that obvious?

[He doesn't allow Sherlock time to respond, instead leaning in to kiss him again. He cups his cheeks with both hands, then slides them down the sides of his torso, feeling the suit on his body and how it fits him.

A pleased sound comes from his throat, muffled by their kiss.]

You went shopping. I hope you found a good deal.

"Or maybe I was just projectin'. But your response tells me I wasn't."

[It makes Sherlock grin a little broader, but also softer, his stomach feeling just a little lighter at the fact that Liam actually missed him too.]

"Ah ..."

[The hint of a blush that only Liam is able to cause appears on his cheeks.
He clears his throat and takes half a step back as if he needed to observe his own outfit once again. It's really not his style, but somehow he feels like he can actually make a suit work.]

"Had a little help in pickin' one. 'Cause as you observed correctly, this is a new one, 'n I didn't really have one at home. But since you wanted me to wear one .. I hope I didn't disappoint.

[The only thing he's still bothered about is the tie. He quickly tugs on it with one finger to loosen ot ever so slightly, before his hand returns to its designated spot around Liam's slender waist.]

You look quite nice, I think, and I'm very pleased my requests were honored. Give my regards to Dr. Watson for his assistance.

[William toys with Sherlock's tie, admiring how neatly it's been tied. He gives it a little tug, then, to Sherlock's possible surprise, begins to unlace it from around his neck.]

Now, you may as well be comfortable if it's just going to be you and me. Ah, you're allowed to smoke in here, by the way. I made sure to reserve a smoking room.

[Sherlock doesn't even ask, because even to people who aren't blessed with a mind as intelligent as Liam's it's pretty obvious that John is the only one who might've helped Sherlock picking outa suit.]

"Yeah, he helped a great deal. First wanted to lend one o' his suits, but they were too short in the legs 'n too tight in the shoulders, so I had to buy my own. Doubt they would've let me in without one either,"

He wanta to protest but then stops himself when Liam pulls on his tie. Who is he to complain about not wearing one, even though John had to tie that one for him. If he ever needs to wear one again, he'll just ask his flatmate again.

"Oh really? Didn't know these even still existed. Or it probably only depends on the social circles whether or not smokin's still forbidden, eh?"

[He grins at Liam and plopsa cigarette between his lips, while his fingers open the next two buttons on his shirt, finally letting him breathe again.
After one drag of his cig, holds it out for Liam, wordlessly asking.]

Money makes the world go 'round, after all.

[Instead of taking the offered cigarette in hand, William leans in to take a drag off it. He gazes up at Sherlock through his lashes as he inhales, lips brushing Sherlock's hand.

Somehow, he manages to look perfectly innocent when he straightens up and exhales the smoke in a neat cloud.]

I presume you're carrying.

[Sherlock can only smirk at the display that Liam is giving him, looking so perfectly innocent when they both know that he isn't. In so many ways clearly isn't.
And Sherlock loves everything about that.

He puts on a somewhat shocked face.]

"Oh please, Liam! Are ya implyin' that I might've brought drugs into the opera? For what kinda debauched character do ya take me for?"

[But he can't keep his face straight for very much longer and starts smirking, pulling a small leather pouch from his inside pocket that's clearly not a wallet, but instead containing some of Sherlock's drugs of choice.]

[William chuckles, and leans in to carefully sniff near the bag.]

...More kush. You're spoiling me.

[With a smile he turns his head and sniffs outright next to Sherlock's neck.]

Cologne, as well. Should I feel special?

"Weren't you the one who wanted to spoil me by doin' all o' this?"

[He grins with a shrug.]

"Was already out buyin' a suit, thought I might add somethin' fancy. Needed t' shave anyway, figured I'd use somethin' other than my usual 3 in 1 wash."

I like you, no matter what kind of soap or aftershave you use.

[William gives his throat a kiss, pausing there to feel his presence, the way his muscles move when he swallows.]

I did say I wanted to spoil you, didn't I. Here I am getting distracted.

[William guides Sherlock over to the chairs and urges him to sit, then busies himself at the bar. He fills his champagne glass and pours a whiskey on the rocks for Sherlock, knowing how his tastes run.

When he returns, however, William doesn't take the seat next to Sherlock's.

Instead, he plops down on his lap, shifting to get comfortable before offering him his glass.]

There we are. Shall we have a toast?

"Mmhm, I'll remind ya next time .."

[He leans back, offering his throat to Liam without a second thought. Instead, he hums pleasantly as he enjoys the feeling of lips moving along the thin skin right above his pulse point.]

"Oh, you're spoilin' me alright. Got nothin' to complain about so far~"

[Especially since he's free of that tie, so what else would he want?
But Liam apparently seems to know, bringing him his drink and taking his seat right in Sherlock's lap.]

"Right, a toast. How 'bout to a very sophisticated evenin'? Especially a toast to the opera, o'course."

[He grins widely, holding Liam's gaze as their glasses clink, that mischievous sparkle in his eyes ever present.]

[William can't resist a chuckle at Sherlock's proposed toast. Here they are in some of the most expensive seats in the city, and yet they're paying little attention to their surroundings, not to mention to the opera itself.

William sips delicately from his glass after their toast, giving Sherlock time to taste his own drink before moving in to kiss him.]

But of course. Were we to have an evening like the rest of the audience here, however, I fear... you'd get bored.

[Of course the whiskey is a good one. Smooth and peated as it runs down his throat, making him hum at the taste.
Everything in here is expensive, and probably worth thrice his monthly rent. Which he is barely able to pay. It's kind of funny that he of all people gets to enjoy it, and then doesn't even really gets to see anything of the actual opera.]

"Oh, ya think? Hmm, I dunno. Heard that there's often a lot o' death 'n murder in operas, so maybe I'd enjoy it after all?
"However, I can't deny that my current view's certainly a lot better than whatever's happening on stage."

[William cradles Sherlock's chin in his hand, rubbing his fingertips back and forth over the stubble on the underside of it. His touch is slightly cold.]

If I really was the Lord of Crime, you'd have more than enough murders to sate your thirst for mysteries for some time, sitting right here on your lap.

[Another drink, then William sets his glass aside and drapes his arms over Sherlock's shoulders. He drops his head and nuzzles one of Sherlock's ears, whispering in a voice too quiet to hear over the loud music from the stage.]

[Right, if Liam is the Lord of Crime, of which Sherlock is practically convinced, then this, being alone with him, drinking alcohol, would be a bad idea.
And yet, he's been in far more vulnerable moments and situations with Liam, and Sherlock has never felt more safe than with him.]

"Mmmhm, maybe. But if you were the Lord o' Crime, you couldn't commit murders while sittin' on my lap. Well, except you'd wanted to kill me, o' course ..~"

[He wraps his arms around Liam's slender waist, pulling him close. He can smell his aftershave, feel the smooth skin against his own. Hell, probably even Liam's razor cost more than his whole suit ..!]

"Hm? What didya say?"

Do you think the Lord of Crime wants you dead? He's enjoying the game as much as you are, I'd say.

[He shivers when Sherlock's arms wrap around him, a quick moment of nerves that (thankfully) passes quickly. William has never been the nervous type, but much of this is so new to him, and he also isn't the type to leave himself vulnerable.

Like he is now. Like Sherlock has pointed out.

The light in his eyes seems to glow as William talks, this time loud enough for Sherlock to hear his voice.]

And I said, would you like to fuck me?

"Is he now? Well. That's good to hear .. I mean o' course I hope he is~"

[He almost wants to ask if Liam is enjoying their game. Want to know if their chase is as exciting for him as it is for Sherlock. But this room is probably the same as their little hideout: a safe zone, where they pretend like they don't know. As if it's all still a big mystery that Sherlock needs to solve.
In a way it is, at least finding the definite proof is what he's lacking ...

Sherlock coughs and his eyes grow wide as Liam repeats his words, and he can't help that his eyes wander once around the room before returning to those ruby red ones that even haunt his nights.]

"Ya know that yes, always, but you mean here? You sure 'bout that?"

[Well, the music is certainly loud enough so that no one would hear them, and he's sure that no one will disturb them unless Liam explicitly called for someone .. so technically no one would notice ...!]

[William blatantly ignores Sherlock's little slip of the tongue. The implication behind his words is obvious, but William doesn't feel like dragging the subject on, not when there's something even more interesting around the corner.

Perhaps he shouldn't have finished half a bottle of red wine before Sherlock had arrived - but again, those nerves were getting riled up while he waited, and a xanax probably would have just had him fast asleep by the time Sherlock actually got there. So wine it was.

Albert was always trying to get him to drink more wine anyway.]

Why else would the curtains be drawn? Of course, if you'd rather watch the opera, I won't hold it against you.

[But it's probably too late to change his mind, because William already has a hand down between their bodies, cupping the soft, trapped bulge of Sherlock's cock. He rolls his palm in circles and watches Sherlock's reaction from under his lashes.]

Tell me what you did this past week. Did you touch yourself and think of me?

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[This close, Sherlock can see the faint hint of colour on Liam's cheeks, wondering if it's indeed from nerves, or the alcohol. However, in his presence, Liam didn't drink much, so he would've had a few drinks prior to him showing up.
Liam really planned all of this, didn't he?

Sherlock opens his mouth to reply, but then he feels the pressure in his groin and Liam palming him through his suit, and he is suddenly so very thankful that he did go out and bought his own and didn't opt for lending John's, or else he would probably need to do some explaining which he is not very keen on ...

He chuckles, emptying his glass and blindly putting it away so that both his hands are free to roam Liam's body, one sliding up between his legs.]

"Mmhm, I did. Those pictures on my phone are too temptin' not to look at. However, they're nothin' compared to the real deal, obviously."

[William sighs and spreads his thighs as far as he can manage while still straddling Sherlock's lap. Every little touch of Sherlock's hands has him shivering and he quickly grows aroused.

A mere week apart had done this to him. Strange, when in the past he'd cared not one whit for sexual proclivities.

That was before Sherlock entered his life, of course.

Moaning, William lifts his hips slightly, just enough so that they can rub their cocks together. He takes the opportunity to kiss Sherlock deeply, hands cupping his cheeks, tongue curling against his own to play with his piercing.]

Mm. My thanks.

It felt like a long week. Did you have any interesting cases? I didn't see anything in the newspapers, not even about the Lord of Crime.

[Another thing they have in common. While Sherlock did have his wild phase as a teenager, in which hooking up with another guy every night just to piss his family off was the norm, it was only the chase for that brief moment of nothingness in his brain that he was looking for. And after discovering that drugs are way easier to deal with than people, he abandoned the method that required him to touch and be touched by someone else.

It wasn't until Liam that Sherlock suddenly felt the genuine urge to be close to someone and wanting to feel their hands on his skin. Actually wanting to have sex with them.

And sex with Liam is almost as addicting as his drugs are, if not even a good substitute for them.

Sherlock sucks in a sharp breath of air as their cocks touch through the multiple fabrics of underwear and suits, and his own has grown quite hard quite quickly as well, urging for more attention.

He chuckles softly, after their hungry kiss ends, cause really? Liam is trying to hold a conversation while ravishing him in the opera? Sherlock can't with this guy, but in all the right ways.]

"Mmmhm, it was a borin' week. Which gave me all the time in the world t'think 'bout you, the Lord o' Crime, you again .. until a certain hunt started.
"Hope yours was a little more excitin', with planning all o' this? Though I guess it only took a few hours for a brain like yours~"

Hmm.

[The sound William makes is noncommittal, but there's obvious pleasure in his expression once he realizes that Sherlock's already hard. He smirks to himself and works to loosen his belt and unzip his pants, licking his palm before drawing Sherlock's cock out to stroke it.]

I thought you might think it too haughty for your tastes. Oh, we have a room for the night as well, did I remember to tell you?

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Stupid phone ate my tag so sorry this is short