bakerstreet | My finger's on the pulse.

...w... where do I have to touch myself?

[could be in person, could be some kind of streaming situation. or a nebulous void, i guess. lot of potentials. kinklist here!]

[Here for shameless JOI.]

"Want to give me a bit of a show, Liam? But take it slow, I want to enjoy what I'm seein'. How 'bout we start with you just touching your throat and chest for now?"

[How'd they even get into this situation, anyway? A bottle of whiskey, a game of chess, and then...

William huffs, but he obeys; his eyes meet Sherlock's, deep red under his lashes, as he touches his fingertips to his throat, then his chest.]

Is this satisfactory, Mr. Holmes?

[The chess pieces lie long abandoned, Sherlock doesn't even remember who won eventually. Though, given their current situation, aren't they both winning?

He swirls his glass of whiskey, the amber liquid sparkling in the dimmed light of the candles, just like his eyes that are glued to Liam.]

"Ya know, you can do a bit more than just let your fingers roam ~"

So demanding.

[William had earlier removed his tie, and his shirt now lays half-unbuttoned, a thin strip of pale skin peeking through. He takes care of the rest of the buttons, his hand still moving with delicate care.

He slides the shirt off his shoulders where it remains, kept up by his sleeve garters. With his chest bare he has nothing to hide, and his perky nipples give clue to how aroused he already is. Back and forth he moves his hand, touching them lightly, his breath catching here and there in his throat.]

Next time, it's poker. And I won't lose.

[His eyes follow attentively every bit of skin that a newly undone button reveals, amusement and pride written in the grin that curls his lip.]

"Ah, right. 'n then you might get your reward, but tonight, it's mine~"

[His gaze rests on those flushed looking nipples, and his smirk widens a little bit. He knows how sensitive Liam is there, so why not use it to his advantage?]

"Don't you want to pinch them a bit?"

[Another huff, but William yet obeys. He pinches and rolls the stiff buds of each sensitive nipple between his fingertips, gasping once or twice, his chest arching at the touch. Silently asking for more.

He's in trouble here, and he sees it. Sherlock knows his body too well, and given this level of power... There will be such humiliation to come. William already wants to squirm in his seat, his cock a heated press between his crossed legs. He wants relief, and for Sherlock to provide it.

But begging has never been his style.

So William smiles, just a little flushed and short of breath, his eyes on Sherlock all the while.]

Anything more, my lord?

"My lord, eh? Wow, 's that how it feels to be nobility?"

[He smirks even wider, even as he brings the glass of whiskey to his lips and takes a sip it's visible over the rim of the crystal.]

"Not my style, but I could get used to it .. if it's comin' from you, Liam."

[He can see how Liam is squirming, how his blood pressure rose and his cheeks and the tips of his ears grew darker with red. It's even growing down his chest, and Sherlock wants to drown in the view.
And while he would like to drag it out even longer, he like to grant something for Liam.]

"Just a little more pressure, bit more of a twist .. and then maybe move your hands further down. But keep them above waist level for now~"

[William twists his nipples and whimpers, doing his very best not to squirm on the chair. His legs part as he slides his hands down his bared torso, coming to rest on the tight belt around his waist. Between his legs his cock bulges, stretching out the front of his pants.]

I'm not... the most fond of the nobility, you know.

[It's so fascinating to see how easily Liam gets aroused, just by touching himself just a little and playing with his nipples. Or maybe it is the situation overall, and Sherlock giving him commands of what to do that's turning him on right now, Sherlock wonders.

At the very least, Sherlock is starting to get affected as well, feeling a head spreading between his legs, which he doesn't pay any attention to. For now, all his focus is on Liam, and watching him wordlessly beg for more, without ever saying the word.]

So I've figured. Good thing that I'm far from it .. or else I might be too proper to ask you to rub yer cock. Through yer trousers for now.

[At first William wants to protest, the words bubbling up in his throat, but the arousal is so hard to ignore at this point.

Perhaps to Sherlock's surprise he finally shifts his gaze away, apparently too embarrassed to keep staring eye-to-eye. It takes a moment before his hand drops further down, and he hesitates even longer before pressing his palm to his trousers.

An inadvertent little gasp escapes him, and he digs the fingers of his free hand into the chair's side.]

Nh. You don't have to stare so obviously.

"Oh? But the sight's so pretty, and the object of my attention seems to enjoy it as well, doesn't he?"

[Sherlock raises his eyebrow, eyes glued to where Liam's hand rubs over the very visible bulge in his trousers. He subconsciously licks his lips before wetting them again with whiskey, feeling the need to keep his own hands busy like this to resist the urge to reach out and replace Liam's hands with his own.]

Perhaps.

[William wants to scoff, but holds himself back. He still has his manners even when drunk.

Speaking of which, there's a sheen to Sherlock's lips after he takes a drink, one that William hadn't noticed until now. He focuses on it, licking his own lips, his hand rubbing slow circles around his trapped erection.

When Sherlock feels William's gaze return, it's almost like their places have switched, just for a moment.]

You're certainly keeping your mouth busy over there. Are there not better uses for it?

[It's Sherlock's turn to scoff, and while a heat rises in his cheeks, he resists the urge to fall back into their usual dynamic of Liam teasing him and Sherlock being the flustered one.
Oh no, this time Sherlock will not give in.]

"Ah, you mean like givin' you more orders? Sure. You're allowed to open your trousers, but keep those undergarments 'till I tell you otherwise."

[William's smirk widens just a touch when he sees the color on Sherlock's cheeks.

He hums under his breath, leaning back in a near-slouch while unbuckling his belt. He takes his sweet time with it, letting the belt drop to the floor once it's loose.

Stroking himself through the silk of his undershorts feels nice, but it's no substitute for Sherlock's touch.]

I assure you it would be much better occupied over here.

Edited 2023-07-31 01:10 (UTC)

[He might be on his best way of getting drunk, but he's still not dumb, and therefore very much aware of what Liam is trying to do.
It makes Sherlock smirk, but not give in at all.]

"That might be true. Might get back to that later, but right now the whiskey's fine for my taste. But my eyes are bein' fed quite well~"

[Of course everything in his body screams to touch Liam, to replace Liam's hand with his lips and lick along his hard length, be it through his undergarments or not, to run his hands over the soft, heated skin .. but he's holding himself back, hard as it's getting. Hard as he is getting.]

"Keep that hand movin', or I might want to leave you in this state."

[William, oddly enough, doesn't respond.

He has been listening, however, if his movements are any indication. Hand closed around the bulge of his cock, William strokes himself harder, gasping under his breath, shivering here and there.

No doubt embarrassed, he covers his mouth with his free hand, muffling any further noises.

A dark spot appears on the stretched fabric, his cock leaking precome, stiff and ready for whatever is next to come.]

[His own trousers are getting painfully tight, but he ignores it as much as he can, not even moving except when he's sipping his whiskey. He's not sure if Liam notices how affected he is by this, since his lower half is still covered by the table, but he tries to at least not shift in his seat.]

"Take that hand down from your mouth, I want to hear yer voice,"

[he sounds a bit husky, and maybe a bit softer than his previous commands, but he's not paying attention to that, eyes flickering between Liam's face and his crotch, the arousal so beautifully visible]

"Then you're allowed to lose that piece o' fabric, too.]

F-fine.

[William's hand shakes as he lowers it, his breath coming now in quick gasps, almost like he's close. There's
no more teasing and he wastes no more time in undressing further, quickly tugging down his shorts to let his hard-on pop free.

Sherlock is treated to both William moaning as well as the sight of his stiff cock, all flushed rosy pink and obviously aching to be touched. William does just that after taking a moment to lick his palm while Sherlock's distracted, his eyes fluttering closed at feeling his own touch.

Finally, skin on skin.]

Nh...

Sherly...

Shit ...

[Sherlock has to swallow hard at the sight in front of him, and there is no more whiskey in his glass to wet his drying throat that makes speaking so much harder. At least that's what he tells himself to be the reason.
Definitely not the sight of Liam's beautiful cock finally being freed from layers of fabric, and being treated by long, slender fingers.

Hearing Liam moan his name, his nickname at that, almost makes him lose control for good, and his grip around the crystal in his hand tightens even more.]

You're a sight to behold, Liam .. keep goin'. Maybe you'll get a wish then.

Edited 2023-08-08 09:43 (UTC)

And yet you're still over there. Some wish.

[William's eyelids flutter and he shudders, licking his lips, trying not to make such embarrassing sounds and completely failing at that.

He squeezes his cock hard, thumb rubbing circles around the wet tip, wishing it was Sherlock's mouth on him and not his own hand.

He has a good view from here, although it could certainly be improved.]

At least... allow me to see you.

Alright, fine,

[Sherlock gets up from his chair and rounds the table, leaning against it and being in full view of Liam, including his hard cock, trapped underneath layers of fabric that are barely able to contain it.

His eyes are on Liam's, but they can't help but to flicker down to where Liam's hand is wrapped around his own erection, all flushed pink and leaking already. Sherlock subconsciously licks his lips, the urge to just drop to his knees and suck Liam off becoming more and more unbearable.]

's that what you wished for?

Edited 2023-08-09 20:37 (UTC)

[Oh, this is now pure torture. Sherlock is so close that all William would have to do to touch him is reach a hand out. He wonders how he could have made such a silly mistake, but in the heat of the moment here it's not very surprising.]

You could take off your trousers as well. That looks to be getting quite uncomfortable.

Heh, is that really what you want, Liam?
[Sherlock surely wouldn't complain about some relief, a little less pressure on his length, but at the same time, isn't he following Liam's orders again just now? Shouldn't it be the other way around?

You should rather focus on yourself than on my comfort, don't you think?

[Even though being this close to Liam makes it even harder to resist that sweet voice, making him want to just givein and follow his every command]

[This is a tough battle, and William just hates losing, even when it's to his own lover. It's not yet time to admit defeat.

So he sighs in a shaking voice, then reaches up to loop his arms around Sherlock in an embrace. The move lifts his hips at the same time, and he grinds his bared cock up against the growing bulge in Sherlock's pants. He can't help but moan as they finally touch, shuddering, his hips rocking forward.]

Look at how hard you are. Are you really going to keep ignoring your own needs...?

[Sherlock grins his teeth.
There are battles that need to be won, of course, but this might be an encounter he might give up on after all. And wouldn't it still result in a sweet victory after all?]

Shouldn't you take care of yourself first, before bein' worried 'bout me?

[He can see how much Liam is struggling. How much he wants to be touched and is close to cumming. The sight is beautiful, and Sherlock is sure to burn the image of the flushed, panting and desperate Liam into his memory, even if it means that an important information might get lost in the process.

Sometimes it doesn't matter to lose a battle.]

Ah, shit ..!

[Sherlock gives in, and he bends forward, grabbing Liam's chin with his hand and kissing him, almost as desperate as Liam seemed to be mere seconds ago. But he doesn't stop there, and after breaking away from the kiss, he drops to his knees and with Liam's hand still wrapped around his cock, Sherlock uses the moment to part his lips and let it slide into his mouth.

Sometimes it's okay to lose a battle.
Sometimes, it still results in a victory for both sides.]

[William's victory comes to him so suddenly that he barely manages to return Sherlock's kiss. He slumps back into the chair with a loud moan, his hands clutching the sides of Sherlock's head, keeping him firmly in place between William's spread thighs.

It's almost too much at once, Sherlock giving in and the wet, loving heat of his mouth sending shocks through William's entire body. He'd gotten so worked up while Sherlock taunted him, and now it's a struggle just to not climax right then and there.

But William's control over his body is absolute, and so he hangs on even as Sherlock diligently sucks him off. His fingers stroke encouragingly through Sherlock's hair as he looks down, flushed and smiling in that too-wide way of his.]

Ah, you couldn't resist after all.

[He lifts a foot, stroking it down the line of Sherlock's back.]

Good detective.

[Sherlock is well aware that he just lost to Liam. Again. That Liam just needs to pull the right strings to get Sherlock exactly where he wants him to be. But hasn't this always been part of their dynamic? Isn't it part of the fun and the frustration in it all for Sherlock?

And while Liam has him once again wrapped around his finger, he can't exactly say that he is complaining about it, with Liam's cock weighing heavy on his tongue, already pulsing from being so close and tasting salty from leaking precum.
There's almost nothing that Sherlock loves to do more than sucking Liam off.

He doesn't need to see the grin on Liam's lips, he can already hear it in his voice and while he would love to return some snarky comment, he keeps his lips otherwise occupied, moving them tightly over Liam's erection, swirling his tongue around the tip and then swallowing him whole again.

Feeling the encouraging stroke, Sherlock simply grabs Liam's leg and pushes it upward, keeping it over his shoulder and spreading Liam's legs even more, pulling him closer to blow him even more enthusiastically.

[Please give him orders, he is beautifully sculpted.]

My finger's on the pulse.

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