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William watched Sherlock from the small table beside the window, propping his head up with his arm.
The detective was preparing them lunch and wanted William to just relax until it was done.
“Sherly?”
“Hm? Yes?” Sherlock turned to him with a bright smile.
“Can you give me a kiss?”
“Of course,”
He walked over to William, leaning in to press a gentle kiss to his lips “Lunch is about ready, let me just serve it,” he said, quickly going back to the counter and getting the plates.
William analyzed what information he just gained from the kiss.
They’ve been together for a couple of months now. It was no surprise – there had always been that undeniable pull between them from the very first time they met. It was just a matter of time before they started a relationship.
However, Sherlock seemed increasingly avoidant. Which didn’t make sense.
William could tell Sherlock wanted the intimacy.
He often caught him staring, his cheeks flushing the slightest bit when William met his gaze. His touches were lingering but often featherlight, longing but ready to pull away anytime. He was restraining himself, but William didn’t know why. And inquiring about it hadn’t given him any result.
When they kissed for the first time, Sherlock was over the moon. It was the best sight William had ever seen, and he burned the image of the detective with the sparkling eyes and blinding smile into his memory.
It had been going well. They drifted towards each other slowly, sharing hugs, kisses, falling asleep in an embrace.
One night, however, things escalated a little further.
Pecks turned into kisses, chaste at first but the more time passed, the hungrier they got. William thrust his tongue into Sherlock’s mouth, and the detective moaned, melting in his arms. William placed a hand on his hip, and that’s when he was pushed back, the kiss broken.
For a moment he could’ve sworn that Sherlock’s expression was terrified.
Sherlock apologized and laughed it off, saying it may not be the best timing since they have work the next day. William accepted it, and they went to sleep.
William thought maybe he frightened the detective, and it was too fast for him. That theory was later debunked though.
On more than one occasion they had passionate make-out sessions, but they always ended the same. Sherlock initiated them as much as William did, and he didn’t seem to have problems touching the blond. But when William was to touch him and undress him, he’d recoil.
This led William to believe Sherlock wanted to keep William from seeing something.
Maybe it was the scars from their fall or other marks from before? However, Sherlock wasn’t the type to hide such things. After all, he was the one who encouraged William that he was still beautiful, that the scars are a testament that he fought an incredibly hard battle and won.
Whatever it was that Sherlock was insecure about, William would make sure to let him know he didn’t mind how he looked. He wanted to be there for his partner through thick and thin and support him to the best of his abilities. But it was difficult when the detective wasn’t willing to tell him what made him so worried.
Even now, this kiss that he just got, he could feel both the yearning and the hesitation in it.
That’s enough. He’d get to the root of the problem today.
In the evening they relaxed together in bed. William was curled up at Sherlock’s side, and he tilted his head up to press a kiss to the detective’s jaw.
Sherlock hummed in response, looking down at him with fondness, and kissed his temple. This exchange went back and forth, William trailing his kisses higher, Sherlock lower, until they eventually met in the middle and locked lips again.
William moved then, hovered over Sherlock’s body, but his hands were firmly grasping the sheets under them. He would not touch Sherlock at all. He wanted to see how far would the detective let them go.
He held back a chuckle of amusement when Sherlock seemed puzzled at the lack of attempt from William but otherwise did not seem to mind it.
William pulled away, allowing them to recover slightly before ducking his head and lightly biting at the detective’s neck. Sherlock moaned softly, even granting William more access.
When William adjusted a bit, trying to get more comfortable, his body pressed almost flush against Sherlock’s. He was gently pushed away.
“Liam, I’m sorry…”
William frowned “Sherly…what’s wrong?”
“Nothing is wrong-“
“Stop that,” he cupped the detective’s jaw, making him look at him “Sherlock, I know when you’re being dishonest. Don’t do this to me,”
“I-I don’t want to, it’s not that! It’s difficult to say…”
“Please, try,” William said, trying to make his voice as soft and reassuring as possible “Tell me what’s the problem. I cannot help if you don’t let me,”
“…It wouldn’t be like you expect it to be…”
“Such experiences are hardly ever what people expect them to be like,”
“No, that’s not what I mean…”
“Then what do you mean? Sherlock, we’ve been through so much. You can confide in me. Nothing you say will drive me away,”
He watched Sherlock’s conflicted expression, then the detective took a deep breath.
“You may not be as observant as you think… but I don’t blame you for it. I’ve always tried my best,”
“What?”
“I always stopped us before it escalated because otherwise, it would have been obvious to you,” he took William’s hand and placed it on his crotch.
It took William a moment to register his words and the action. And then he felt something. Or the lack of something.
“Sherly…you thought I wouldn’t want you because you have a vagina instead of a penis?”
Sherlock groaned loudly “Must you phrase it so?”
William made a sound. Then another. Then another escaped, until a relieved laugh bubbled up from his throat.
“You silly, silly man,” he embraced him “You really were worried for nothing. Sherlock, I’m attracted to you, not whatever is between your legs. That doesn’t change anything. Making love is a great way to bond and show care, but we don’t have to do anything sexual. If it makes you uncomfortable, we can just do what we’ve done so far. No need to force anything. However, if you were to still want it, I’d be glad to make love to you,”
William felt Sherlock’s grip tighten on his shirt, and he let out a shuddering breath before speaking.
“I want it. God, I want it…”
“Then, shall we proceed?”
Given the okay, William did not strip them right away. He unbuttoned his lover’s shirt, caressing his skin and rubbing a nipple with a fingertip, coaxing it to harden. He licked at the other with the tip of his tongue before closing his mouth around it, sucking on it while his fingers played with the other.
“Liam… ah, that’s good, it feels good,”
Glad for the feedback, William continued, catching the bud with his teeth and teasing it before pulling off and blowing cool air on it.
He straightened to take in the sight of his lover “You look stunning,” he praised.
William undid the button on Sherlock’s pants and hooked his fingers under the waistband. He looked up to him once again, silently asking for permission. Receiving a nod, he started tugging it off along with his underwear.
Sherlock raised his hips to help, though his legs were closed which really only made it slightly more difficult to remove the clothes.
When they came off, William tried not to stare too much at the wet patch on the underwear.
He placed a hand on Sherlock’s knee and smiled at him “Sherly… show me?”
The detective spread his legs, slightly reluctantly, and William couldn’t help the small gasp that left him.
“Can I touch it?”
“Go ahead…”
William did so, using two fingers to carefully caress the folds. They felt tender and were covered in slick. Proof of Sherlock’s arousal.
Of course, he knew anatomy and biology. He had read books, seen images, and knew where things were, how things worked. But that couldn’t have prepared him enough for the real deal.
“You’re soaking…” he said, his voice slightly breathless, and his fingers dipped between the folds, stroked the sensitive flesh there before going lower, finding Sherlock’s entrance.
He pulled his fingers back, a shiny string connecting them to Sherlock’s hole. William rubbed his fingers together, testing how sticky and thick the fluid was.
He wasn’t going to just thrust in and give him a quick orgasm, oh, no. He will take his sweet time unraveling his lover.
He returned his gaze down below, and Sherlock squirmed.
“Don’t scrutinize it,”
“I’m not scrutinizing. I’m admiring you,”
He reached out and placed his fingers on the pubic mound just above the shaft of the clitoris, gently pulling upwards and exposing the clit from under the hood. He touched it with his other hand, and Sherlock’s body jolted.
William smiled, rubbing small circles on the bud.
“Ahh, Liam, slowly…”
“Of course, just relax,” he kept massaging it, sometimes trailing down to Sherlock’s entrance, pretending he was going to slip a finger inside but instead going back to rubbing the clit. He smirked as even more slick dripped out.
“Did you get wet like this every time we made out?”
“…yes…”
“Did you sneak away to masturbate thinking about my fingers inside of you? My cock inside of you?” seeing as Sherlock didn’t want to answer that, William put a bit more pressure on his clit.
“Ahh yes! Yes, I did! Oh…”
The detective’s legs started to slightly tremble, and William switched to teasing his entrance again, not wanting to overwhelm him.
“Just push it in already…” Sherlock whined, trying to grind his hips down to get William’s finger inside him.
“I don’t think so. Not yet. Sherly, can I lick it?”
“Can you what?!”
“I want to try oral sex,”
Sherlock’s jaw fell, and he flushed as images played in his mind – images that could be very much real if he just said yes.
“Why?”
“Because I know you would enjoy it. And it clearly doesn’t repulse me, as I’m offering it, so you don’t have to worry about that. I’d enjoy giving you pleasure too,”
Sherlock thought about it, weighing his options. If either of them didn’t like something, they could just move on. What was there to lose?
“Alright…but I get to return the favor,”
“Deal,”
William spread Sherlock’s legs further, settling between them. He started with kissing his abdomen down to his lower belly, then the insides of his thighs, working his way up to his genitals. He moved on to kiss and lick at his pubic mound, and by the time he got there, Sherlock gasped and his breath hitched at every press of William’s lips against his skin.
Now, for the best part.
William dragged the tip his tongue across his labia before running the blade over them and giving them a wide lick. Sherlock’s body jolted, and William could feel he was doing his best to stay as still as possible.
He dipped his tongue between the labia and kissed them. He trailed upwards, licking gently at the clitoris, using featherlight strokes on the head, and flicking the underside with the tip of his tongue again.
Sherlock keened, his legs trying to close in fear of overstimulation, but William held them spread, pinned against the bed.
He hummed, and that seemed to stimulate the detective even more. He grasped onto blond locks with both hands and kept William’s head down, rocking his hips to rub himself against his tongue more.
William allowed it for a while, then took Sherlock’s hands and pried them away, resurfacing for air.
“Hah…enjoying yourself, are you?” he panted, grinning at his lover
“Liam, please…”
William flipped them, laying down in the bed with Sherlock above him.
“Straddle my face, Sherly. I want you to ride my tongue,”
Arousal did wonders.
No doubt both of them would’ve felt utterly ashamed at the words. Sherlock was so close to the edge of orgasm that he didn’t care – he positioned himself above William and sat down, and a moment later felt something soft and warm press into him.
“Oh fuck, yes, Liam, like that…”
Sometimes it penetrated him deeply, sometimes gave shallow strokes, and Sherlock rocked again lightly as he held onto the headboard. He was utterly delirious with pleasure, even more so when a thumb appeared to rub at his clit.
He cried out and sobbed, feeling like it was too much and he suddenly came, his whole body going taught before relaxing, enjoying the last laps William gave his dripping pussy.
He climbed off, trying to catch his breath. He still couldn’t believe that just happened.
“Did you like it?” William’s hand rested on his nape in a comforting gesture.
“I’ve never had such a strong orgasm before…” he replied.
Sherlock was about to find a comfortable position to rest when he bolted up.
“Wait, what about you?!”
William gave him an almost shy grin. Sherlock looked him over, his erection was still rock hard in his pants.
“Let me help-“
“Wait, Sherly, it’s ok, just…help me get my clothes off. But don’t touch it,” he believed he would come at the lightest touch now.
Sherlock did so, and his throat closed up as he observed William’s cock. He tried not to imagine how it would feel thrusting into his mouth.
“What did you say about me being wet?” he asked instead cheekily.
In fact, William’s underwear wasn’t in a much better condition than his had been. Pre-cum dribbled from his slit steadily, and his cock twitched when Sherlock teasingly blew some air on the tip.
“If you don’t let me calm down, you won’t be able to enjoy it for long,”
Sherlock shrugged “Seeing your condition, I say there’s little chance you’ll calm down soon. It’d be better to just let it out and try again,” he said, deciding to run his tongue along the underside from the base to the tip.
“Sherlock!” William shouted, but that did not discourage the detective, who instead lapped at the head eagerly and closed his lips around it. He suckled on the tip, intending to take in as much as possible but only got halfway before his hair was pulled, and William’s release flooded his mouth.
Startled, he pulled off and closed his eyes when semen splattered onto his face.
“Sherlock, I’m sorry,” he heard his lover’s worried voice.
Sherlock wiped the come off his face and looked at the mess they created.
“We’re so filthy,” he laughed, relieved and unrestrained “Gosh, I can’t believe we did all this,”
William smiled and pulled him in for a kiss.
“I hope now you realize there’s nothing to be insecure about,”
“Yeah…I’d say you even like licking my-“
William swatted at his arm lightly, causing Sherlock to laugh more.
“Ahh, but it really felt so good. It’s still tingling,” he stood up from the bed to stretch “It’s unfortunate though that I couldn’t play with you longer. How about another round after a shower? Maybe give me more than your tongue? More than your-“
“Dear heavens, what have I awakened?”
Sherlock just grinned, taking William’s hand and pulling him into the bathroom.