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When William opened his eyes that morning, the first rays of sunlight had already appeared inside the bedroom. They embraced the space in a way that brought William comfort as well as a sense of nostalgia. Despite the fact that they covered half of the wall and started making their way towards the bed, the previous night’s chill could still be felt inside. It somehow created a perfect combination for William. A mix of pleasant coolness and soon approaching warmth.
William stretched his limbs lazily under the covers. It was still pretty early and it was a day off for both him and his dear detective, so staying in bed seemed extremely attractive. Without another thought, the blond made himself more comfortable between the sheets. He let the pleasure of laziness fill his muscles in a way that his younger self had never allowed.
William didn’t know what caused him to feel so at ease that morning, nor did he know what caused another feeling to take hold of him. The feeling that slowly crept first into his stomach, and then into the lower part of his body. The feeling that he had only started to experience in New York, and all thanks to a certain person.
He looked to his right. Sherlock was still sleeping, his back facing William. They fell asleep hugged to each other, but during the night Sherlock probably unconsciously left William’s arms and stayed like that until the morning. He allowed himself survey his beloved: his broad shoulders, long hair that fell to the side, revealing his neck, and a little bit of skin on his waist in the place where his shirt rolled up during the night.
As William’s eyes were running over the detective’s body, that needy feeling only grew. Blood ruched to his cheeks as he realized his current situation. He wanted nothing more than Sherlock’s warmth… his soft skin and soothing voice.
He let out the air he didn’t know he was holding. That situation was rather embarrassing, yet William knew there was a hint of excitement deep inside him as well. Sherlock had told him more than once that there was nothing discomforting about arousal, and he would be more than happy if William could come to him whenever he needed his closeness. William, of course, said the same, and he meant it. He loved taking care of Sherlock, he loved hearing his voice filled with pleasure when he was making him feel good.
It worked both ways, they treated each other as equals, as partners. William knew that Sherlock would enjoy every intimate idea he came up with, and that was because William always felt the same when Sherlock approached him with his own.
That was probably why he felt a bit of excitement when he started to feel that particular way this morning.
As those thoughts were forming in his head, William moved closer to his partner. When he was already on Sherlock’s part of the bed, he pressed himself to the detective’s side, wrapping his arms around his waist and resting his head in the crook of his neck.
As soon as his body met Sherlock’s, William felt as if he could melt under the sensation of his warmth. He couldn’t help but place a delicate kiss on his neck. Only after that did Sherlock seem to start waking up.
He shifted ever so slightly, a sleepy sigh escaping his lips.
“Liam?” He murmured lazily.
“You escaped me during the night,” William said into his neck half-jokingly.
He kissed him once again, this time on the shoulder.
“I’ve caught you now,” he added after that.
“Mm,” Sherlock’s only reply was a sleepy murmur.
A moment later, he grabbed one of William’s hands and intertwined their fingers. He made himself more comfortable and closed his eyes once again. It seemed that he wanted to return to sleep. However, William was in a surprisingly good mood and wasn’t going to let his beloved rest.
He waited for a few moments until Sherlock’s grip loosened and freed his hand. After that, he slowly slid his palm under Sherlock’s shirt. He let his fingers explore the chest, the belly and the hips. He moved his fingers slowly yet firmly against the spots that he knew made Sherlock shiver.
William knew it was only a matter of time before Sherlock would react. So he massaged his chest, ran his fingers all over the muscled abdomen, and circled his hip with his thumb. He also teased him by “accidentally” sliding his fingers ever so slightly under the hem of his pants.
After a while, William finally noticed a slight change in Sherlock’s breathing. It was heavier, and William knew that his lover wasn’t asleep anymore.
“Mm… Liam. What are you doing?” He started slowly.
His voice was still sleepy, but William also heard a hint of weakness. The blond could barely keep himself from grinning.
He hooked his leg over Sherlock’s, pulling himself closer in the process.
“Something pleasant, I hope,” he replied close to the detective’s ear.
At that point William’s tightness inside his pants became really difficult to ignore, not to mention the way he was pressed against his beloved’s body. It was extremely hard for him not to move his hips against Sherlock’s bottom.
As if reading William’s mind, Sherlock pressed himself even closer to the blond. When William felt his partner’s body rubbing against his hardness, even if it was for a second or two, he couldn’t help a quiet sigh escaping his lips.
His hold on Sherlock’s waist tightened, stopping the man from moving.
“I’m afraid I won’t last long,” William explained with a light smile. He decided that there was no point in lying or teasing. William wanted a release, but he wanted to experience it together with Sherlock.
“Together?” He asked when his eyes met Sherlock’s.
The detective was still slightly stupid with sleep, but his cheeks turned pink. He retuned William’s smile and lay on his back.
“Come here,” he finally answered, causing William’s smile to widen.
The blond watched as Sherlock was getting more comfortable on the pillow, and a moment later, he approached him.
Sherlock reached toward William who quickly positioned himself above the brunet. He trapped Sherlock between his legs and leaned down to kiss him properly. Sherlock kissed him back slowly and tenderly wrapping his arms around William’s shoulders.
William once again felt that he could melt under his partner’s touch. The way Sherlock’s lips were moving against his caused another sigh to escape William. He couldn’t help but bite a little on Sherlock’s lower lip. As the detective opened his mouth, feeling the sensation, William slowly slid his tongue into his mouth. Sherlock welcomed him gladly, brushing William’s tongue with his own.
They exchanged a few more slow, deep kisses, but soon, William couldn’t help wandering his lips over Sherlock’s body.
He withdrew a little, causing a drop of their combined saliva to fall onto Sherlock’s chin. William wiped it off with his thumb, and soon, he moved his lips to his beloved’s neck.
He started leaving soft kisses along the neck, and when he reached the collarbone, William kissed him more firmly. Almost immediately he felt Sherlock’s palm in his hair and a soft sigh close to his ear. When William had discovered that weak spot on Sherlock’s body at the beginning of their relationship, he always remembered to give it some attention when they were that close.
William allowed himself to caress the spot with his lips and tongue for a while until it made Sherlock impatient. The detective hugged him a little tighter and moved his hips uncontrollably against William’s.
“Liam, come on,” he breathed heavily against his ear.
William chuckled despite himself. Even though he was the one who wanted to stop the teasing and get to the point as soon as possible, he ended up forgetting himself and leading Sherlock to the limit of his patience instead.
“Right, sorry,” William pecked his partner’s lips as an apology.
A moment later, his hands found their way to Sherlock’s shirt and pulled it up a little so it wouldn’t get dirty. Then, he grabbed the material of his pants and underwear and pulled it down.
When William’s eyes landed on Sherlock’s lower body and a certain part between his legs, the blond barely stayed calm. Sherlock was already so excited and ready for anything William would want for them that morning. His cock was hard and leaked with pre-cum. That sight made it impossible for William to ignore the tightness inside his pants anymore.
He decided to lower his pants and press his hips against Sherlock’s. As soon as their lengths touched, they both sighed with relief and pleasure. It seemed to William as if he had been waiting for hours for that moment. He leaned his chest against Sherlock’s and stayed there, their bodies pressed perfectly close.
William felt his partner’s hands sliding under his shirt, running down his spine and over his buttocks as he started moving his hips. He was doing it slowly, but made sure to apply enough pressure.
He liked when they did it slowly, that way he could enjoy that blissful closeness longer. Not only because of the physical pleasure, William loved the idea that he was the only one who could see that part of Sherlock. Those moments of intimacy were only theirs, the two of them away from the rest of the world in their bed where they could see versions of each other that were reserved just for them.
Before William knew it, Sherlock’s lips were once again on his. The detective connected their lips in a long, deep kiss that caused William to feel butterflies in his stomach. It became addictive, the way Sherlock was kissing him. So right after his beloved withdrew, William chased his lips once again.
“Mm… I love you,” William said between kisses.
The words escaped his mouth before he could even think about them. It was just so logical, it was the only thing that William was one hundred precent sure about, the love he felt for that man in front of him.
As those words reached Sherlock’s ears, a lovely blush covered his cheeks, and a soft smile appears on his face.
William thought it was a face he would die for.
Sherlock put some messy strands behind William’s ear and placed a delicate kiss on his cheek.
“I love you too… so much,” he replied, and William heard a painful honesty in his voice.
Despite the fact that they’d been together for almost a year now, it never stopped amazing William when Sherlock was saying those words. It just seemed too perfect to be real.
And if it wasn’t too good, it became wonderful when he felt Sherlock’s hand between them.
A quiet moan formed in William’s throat.
“Let’s finish together,” Sherlock said, his hand holding their lengths firmly.
“Yes,” William nodded weakly. It already felt too good, and Sherlock hadn’t even moved his hand.
It soon changed, though. And as soon as Sherlock began stroking their joined lengths, William couldn’t help but join in. He put his hand over his partner’s and started moving it as well.
Stronger friction immediately made Sherlock’s hips jerk. He tilted his head slightly as he took a deep breath.
William knew his body well enough to know that his lover was pretty close to his release, and every move was making him feel more sensitive. William had to admit that he loved that part.
“I’ll take care of the rest. You can relax, my love,” William smiled at Sherlock, grabbing his wrist with his free palm.
Sherlock nodded weakly, he was too stunned to refuse.
He withdrew his hand and leaned on his forearms, letting William do the rest.
He observed his partner’s slender fingers caressing them together in a well known rhythm.
William knew how to touch to make Sherlock’s eyes roll and it was the most exciting to him.
As a desperate moan escaped Sherlock’s throat, William couldn’t help himself.
“Is it good, Sherly?” He asked his partner who never even for a moment looked away from William’s moving hand.
“Ah- yeah… don’t stop,” he breathed heavily.
“I’m not going to, not until you finish,” William admitted with a smirk.
After that, William quickened his movements ever so slightly. As much as he loved it, he started to feel desperate to cum as well.
It took only a few more moments for them to climax- Sherlock first, and William shortly after.
When it was all over, William fixed his pants, reached into the bedside table for a tissue and wiped Sherlock’s stomach with it. He was the reason for the mess they had made, so it was only fair for William to help his beloved.
“Thanks,” Sherlock said when William got rid of the tissue and returned to his place on the bed.
The blond waited until his partner pulled up his pants and got comfortable, so he could cuddle him.
Soon, Sherlock wrapped his arm around William's shoulder and sighed satisfied.
“I wouldn’t mind you waking me up like that more often,” Sherlock grinned.
William chuckled nestling up to him.
“Well, I’m glad you enjoyed it,” he replied, leaning closer to place a kiss on Sherlock’s lips.
“Good morning,” he said when they broke the kiss a moment later.
“Good morning,” Sherlock replied still smiling.
They stayed in a comfortable silence for a while, just enjoying each other’s presence.
William really appreciated it when they had a few minutes of peace after making love. They usually weren’t that lucky during the week.
Unfortunately, nothing good lasts forever. Some time later, grumbling in their stomachs and Sherlock’s need for a cigarette forced them out of bed.
“Something tells me Billy’s gonna come over for coffee soon. It’s his day off as well,” Sherlock said as they made their way out of the bedroom.
William didn’t mind, though. As long as he could experience all those domestic routines with Sherlock, he would be more than happy to be dragged out of bed.