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The night sang with a low hum of the quiet radio and flickering flames. Warmth blossomed in the quarters where the two men lay with one another, absorbing one another’s adoration.
Still clueless about how he got here, William lied moonstruck with Sherlock. His lidded eyes were full of softness and enamoration. Soft breathing escaped his pale lips as he sunk further into the silk sheets.
He shuddered at the gentle caress to his inner thighs, mind running in circles as he tried to focus on Sherlock. His husband gently sucked a mark into his left thigh, pressing a kiss over it. A quiver and soft keen escaped William.
“Sherly..”
A soft moan escaped his lips as his body sunk further into the clouds beneath him. He felt floaty, so drunk off his husband’s love.
“My goodness Liam, you’re stunning.”
Sherlock sounded breathless; how could he not be? William lies there like a fallen angel from heaven. His blonde hair sprawled against the pillows and his pale skin popped against the velvety blankets.
“I’m not all that–”
“Oh, but you are, my dearest. You are simply divine .
“Divine? Sherly, mmph –!”
Another pleasured moan escaped William, any leftover tension in his body was melted away under Sherlock’s gentle ministrations. Sherlock’s calloused, skilled fingers pressed into the spots that are usually tense on William and rubbed gentle circles. A kiss was pressed to William’s hips as Sherlock rested his face on his husband’s stomach and absorbed everything that was of William.
“William, you are so much more than you believe. You look angelic like this, I love worshiping you.”
William wasn’t one to easily fluster, but those words from Sherlock left him feeling flushed. Perhaps it was the combination of heady feeling in his head and the strong intimacy he was feeling.
“Worshiping you is one of my favorite things to do. Dearest, you leave me completely breathless.”