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[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?

[His body is already subconsciously conditioned. Pavlov would have had a field day with Sherlock; already growing hard the moment Liam opens his mouth and starts seducing him, knowing what good things are to come. Besides themselves, of course.

He lets outa sound of surprise at how quickly Liam unzips him and frees his cock, already twitching in anticipation at Liam's touch.

Apparently Liam planned all this and doesn't have any patience left for teasing or waiting any longer.
But that's fine for Sherlock, palming Liam's own cock through his trousers, before his skilled fingers make quick work of the zipper and button to free Liam's hard length and give it a similar treatment.]

"Oh? No, you forgot to mention that detail. Is it as fancy as this wjole evenin'? Though I think the more important question is: is the bed sturdy enough?"

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I reserved the largest bed they had to offer.

[William's eyelashes flutter when Sherlock takes hold of his cock. He can't resist rolling his hips forward to push into his grip, movements slow and shallow for now.

Shifting, he guides Sherlock into letting their cocks touch with each thrust. The feeling is enough to finally tear his gaze away from Sherlock's fathomless blue eyes, William staring down at himself and Sherlock as they rub together.]

Besides... it's not as if we'll only be using the bed.

[A smirk, as he recalls all the various places they've had sex in the past. This time was probably the most public... and certainly the most expensive.]

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"Oh? It's one of those hotel rooms?"

[The fancy ones, those that offer several fully decorated rooms, not just a small bed chamber with a bed and a TV, and a tiny bathroom. The kind of hotels and B&Bs that Sherlock tends to get when he has to book one for a case.
And to be honest, with Liam, even that would be enough. They don't need anything else after all, they would probably even completely ignore the TV.

He moans softly as their cocks touch, Liam rocking against him, slow, but very deliberate, making Sherlock already crave more.

His hands roam Liam's waist, slipping under his shirt, the access now so easy when his dress trousers are already open. His fingertips dance along Liam's lower back, drawing circles on the smooth skin, before he pushes them lower, brushing over Liam's ass.]

"Hmmm, since you planned all this so meticulously, didya also bring lube by any chance?"

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[William chuckles, a touch breathless.]

Imagine if I'd forgotten such a crucial aspect of our night tonight.

[He shivers, because Sherlock's hands are roaming all over him, finally settling on his ass. William wiggles his hips and presses back into Sherlock's palms, sighing at the touch.]

Try the drawer in the stand next to you.

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Stupid phone ate my tag so sorry this is short

It's okay, it happens, dw!

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