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The bickering has been going on for a little while.
William had been sitting in his study, immersed in his paperwork. That was not unusual.
As it wasn’t unusual either that a rowdy detective barged in out of the blue, being too loud for his own good. If a headache had a personification, it’d be Sherlock Holmes.
“Liam~ How are you?” he greeted the other cheerily, circling the desk to get to the blond and press a kiss to his cheek.
The relationship was still fairly fresh. They have gotten together about two months ago, and Sherlock has made a habit of simply appearing to check on his partner, knowing he tended to be a workaholic.
William appreciated the gesture, he really did. He enjoyed spending time with the detective before too, and now it was possible to prolong that time. He enjoyed listening to Sherlock’s stories, discussing cases with him, the flirting and teasing.
It was fun.
But he had things to do.
“I’m fine, Sherlock, thank you. However, I’m busy at the moment” he informed him, not tearing his eyes away from his documents.
“And how long have you been cooped up in here? One would think you’d already know how to take breaks”
“…I did”
“Keep your eyes on the paper and tell me what time is it. Don’t peek” Sherlock crossed his arms, waiting for an answer.
“Err… Two in the afternoon?”
Sherlock sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose “It’s six.”
William almost dropped his pen. This late already? And he’s not even finished yet-
“Stop thinking about even more things to do, I can hear your thoughts from here,” Sherlock’s voice made him snap out of it and look up at the other man, who in the meantime took a seat in the chair opposite of him.
William opened his mouth to reason with Sherlock why it was absolutely necessary he finished these now, but the other held up a hand.
“You should stop for today. You need to rest,” Sherlock said with a gentle tone, giving him a sympathetic look.
William leaned back in his chair, sighing and rubbing his eyes. He was so focused until now he didn’t realize how tired he actually was “…Maybe”
“Definitely,” Sherlock got up, urging William to do the same “Come on… let’s have you get some rest before dinner.”
They made their way back to William’s room.
William sat down on the bed, stretching his arms over his head, a faint cracking sound coming from his spine.
Sherlock frowned, getting on the bed behind William and placing his hands on his shoulders, fingers pressing down “You’re so stiff from being in the same position for long. You should at least get up and walk around the room once in a while.”
William welcomed the touch, leaning into it. He huffed a laugh “You’re saying that like you’re any better.”
“Well, yeah, but I’ve got a John to pester me about it until I comply. Now you have me to pester you.”
Sherlock continued to massage William’s shoulders, the latter letting out small moans as he felt the slight pain of Sherlock’s strong grip, but sighed in relief as his muscles loosened, the tension leaving his body. Sherlock leaned forward to kiss his neck, hands stroking his back soothingly. William closed his eyes and relaxed, enjoying the affection.
They fluttered open though when he felt a hand on his thigh, caressing “Sherly…?”
“Hm?” Sherlock made a sound, pressing another kiss to William’s neck and licking the skin, the hand on his thigh sliding up.
William’s breath hitched as he felt Sherlock’s palm settle over his crotch, and he unconsciously spread his legs “Why…now?”
He swore he could hear a smirk in Sherlock’s voice “Why, it’s a great way to unwind. And haven’t you been pent up?” he rubbed William’s arousal, eliciting a gasp from him.
They have experimented before. With shy but curious touches, searching for what feels good, what makes the other tremble, what makes them call out their lover’s name. Trailing their hands over sensitive flesh, rubbing their erections together until they felt warm and sticky fluid drip down their thighs.
It was an addictive feeling. So much better than chasing the high alone, so much better to feel the warmth of the person you love, in an embrace.
And then Sherlock has to come up with new ideas of course.
So, this was their situation now. Tangled together, with Sherlock holding him securely, a hand between his legs, but barely brushing against him while he needed the touch oh so badly.
“Sherlock, no.”
“Come on~ It’ll feel good. Don’t you want me to take care of you?”
The hot breath on his neck, the frustration of not getting any more friction made William whimper.
“…Fine. We could try once…” he relented, wanting to just get rid of this heat pooling in his stomach.
Sherlock grinned triumphantly, getting off the bed and kneeling in front of William. He reached up to start unbuttoning his shirt, the blond giving him a curious look.
“It’s better if it’s out of the way” he explained, kissing along the milky skin that was slowly exposed.
Once done with the last button and the shirt was opened enough, but not taken off, Sherlock moved to William’s trousers, telling him to lift his hips so he could pull them off along with his underwear.
Sherlock smirked up at his lover, who was hiding behind a delicate hand “My, you’re this excited already” he teased, wrapping his fingers around William’s flushed cock.
“Y-you’re too” he pointed out how Sherlock was also sporting quite the erection himself “It’s unfair that it’s only me who’s naked…” William pouted, a blush spreading across his cheeks.
Sherlock laughed fondly “Alright, alright” he shuffled out of his clothes quickly and got back into position.
He spread William’s legs more, pressing a kiss to the inside of his knee and continuing up his inner thigh, nipping on the skin and licking it better, leaving small love bites that would remind William of him if he decided to pleasure himself while the detective had to be away.
William shivered as Sherlock did the same with his other leg, growing impatient “Sherlock…”
He watched nervously as Sherlock inched his face closer to his length, feeling his breath against it. They locked eyes and not breaking the stare, Sherlock gave the head a kitten lick, making William gasp.
He wrapped his fingers around the base once again, using the blade of his tongue to lick a long stripe up to the tip. He repeated it a few times, mouthing at the side, supporting himself with his other hand on William’s thigh, where he felt the muscles twitch.
He flicked his tongue along the ridge on the underside, following up the veins to the head and he gave it a kiss, before taking it into his mouth and sucking gently.
William cried out, his hand tangling into Sherlock’s hair, tugging slightly.
“Aah…hah… Sh-sherlock… that’s-“
He was cut off by a loud moan escaping him as his lover took him in deeper. Sherlock looked up at him with half-lidded eyes, William’s cock feeling hot and heavy on his tongue as he worked to bring the other as much pleasure as he could.
William gasped, his grip tightening in Sherlock’s hair. Sherlock let out a low moan of approval, pulling back and swirling his tongue around the head and playing with the slit, licking off the pearly drops of pre-cum.
He grinned at William, at the look of pure lust in his eyes, and went down on him again, taking him in halfway a sucking vigorously, bobbing his head.
“Please…”
He heard a small voice above him.
“Sherlock, don’t stop, please” William sobbed, his hips involuntarily bucking up to bury himself deeper in that wet heat.
Sherlock used both his hands to still William’s hips so he wouldn’t gag and relaxed his throat to swallow him all the way, moaning around him to send vibrations through his cock.
“A-Ahh, ah, Sherly… I’m- ah-“ he tried to talk, but he was panting, his breath caught in his throat as he was being pleasured, his thoughts falling apart.
Sherlock knew what he was going to say though - if the increased twitching of his legs and the amount of pre-cum oozing from the tip into his mouth was any indication.
So, he sped up his movements, sucking harder as he was intent on making William orgasm.
“N-Nngh, Sh-Sherlock… I’m close… I’m close!” he shouted, tugging on Sherlock’s hair sharply, trying to pull him off.
“No-… W-wait…hah Sherly- AHH!” William practically screamed as he came down Sherlock’s throat, the other pulling back a bit and swallowing as best as he could.
William shook violently, holding onto Sherlock for dear life as the waves of his orgasm hit him, and he couldn’t stop the small sounds of pleasure that still followed.
Once he was finally done and had no more to give, Sherlock pulled off him with an obscene pop, giving the head one last kiss and licking his lips.
William fell back on the bed, finally starting to calm down, and Sherlock climbed over him to kiss his cheek. He looked at William’s figure, his flushed body, rosy cheeks and unfocused, misty eyes, and he decided he liked this sight very much.
“So, how was it?”
“…Intense”
“Verdict?”
“…Again”
“Huh?”
William reached out, wrapping his arms around Sherlock’s neck “I want to do that again…sometime.”
Sherlock smiled, brushing William’s bangs out of his face and pressing a kiss to his forehead “Of course, sweetheart.”
William sighed contentedly, relaxing into the covers. Suddenly, his eyes widened “Wait, what about you?”
“Hm? What about me?” Sherlock gave him a confused look “Oh, you mean that. Ah, yeah… I came in the meantime…” he admitted with a blush.
“…”
“Don’t look at me like that, it was damn erotic to see you come undone like this!"
William just chuckled, pulling Sherlock down to lay with him “Well… maybe next time I could return the favor, then.”
That earned him another grin from the detective and a kiss “’Can’t wait.”