Mr. Inspector

There is a burning question, who at the present time, besides the current Home Secretary Nick, can represent Scotland Yard to publish a piece of news in the Times that is purely a slap in the face?

——Or in other words, who has the power and the time to spare?

Mr. Inspector, who came home at night, couldn't help thinking hard for a while... No matter how small and fragile this possibility was in the face of reality, he still struggled unwillingly to give up.

Salted fish also have dreams, don’t they, at least be the one with the most leisure time——

Of course the inspector didn't want to compare himself like that, who would want to be a non-human fish... But the fact is - he might not even be as good as the most pathetic salted fish.

I'm so busy every day, I don't know why, and I finally stay up until midnight, and I have to work damn overtime or endure some harassing phone calls.

And if it's a fish - as long as it swims comfortably in the fish tank every day, without any effort, it will be fed by an owner like Mycroft.

Lestrade's fingers rested on his thigh and beat rhythmically, his eyes were empty.

He thought about it for a while, but he didn't think of any suitable person to choose——the current status of the middle class in society makes it impossible for him to get in touch with any upper-class people in his lifetime, let alone someone who can help him .

till night—

When Lestrade was holding a glass of milk, rubbing his sleepy eyes and preparing to go back to his room for sleep, he saw that a light was still on in Mycroft's private study.

When I got closer, I found that he was flipping through a book for learning Serbian, without frowning, and his expression was calm and composed.

Mycroft turned another page of the book and said: "The language popular in countries such as the former Yugoslavia in the Balkan Peninsula of Eastern Europe belongs to the Indo-European language family and borrows a lot of vocabulary from Turkish and German."

"So?" Lestrade asked casually after taking a sip of milk.

Mycroft shrugged, closed the heavy language book and put it back in place, muttering silently: "...it's nothing." The word "easy to understand" came to him abruptly swallowed.With the lessons learned from the past, it is better for him not to speak at this time.

Lestrade glanced briefly at the rows of books on his bookshelf, and found that there was actually a bedtime fairy tale——

However, this seems to be the one in his apartment?

He took it out curiously and looked at it, and found that it was indeed exactly the same as the fairy tale book he had been reading, but he could tell that it was newly bought by looking at the brand new cover of the book.

"You like it too?"

Mycroft looked at him and nodded his head slightly, with a sincere expression on his face, he said, "Not bad."

"Which story do you like best?"

"The one where the prince defeats the demon to save the princess."

Lestrade became a little interested: "Why?"

"The least boring words and dialogue in the whole story, I almost believe it."

"That's my favorite one too." Lestrade said after thinking about it.

"Oh?" Mycroft looked up at him.

"Maybe I've read it too many times. Every time I read it in the middle, I almost fall asleep." Lestrade took another sip of milk, and gradually became more sleepy, "...well, Hypnotizing weapon."

He yawned.

Mycroft stood up, reached out and loosened the tie around his neck, "It's getting late, go back to sleep."

Lestrade came to his senses in an instant, and quickly stopped him with his body, "Wait a minute."

Mycroft stopped in his tracks.

Lestrade struggled for a while, but still struggled to speak out what was in his mind, "Do me a favor."

Mycroft raised his eyebrows when he heard the words, and a smile rose from the corner of his mouth, "Yes."

"...Aren't you going to ask what's your business?" Lestrade was surprised.

Mycroft moved closer to him, "I know."

He kissed the inspector's lips and parted after a moment.Then he whispered: "Next time, don't write all your thoughts on your face."

Mr. Inspector frowned, "Is it so obvious?"

"For me it is." Mycroft said in a good mood.

As he spoke, he bowed his head and kissed Mr. Inspector.

Both of them breathed heavily, and Lestrade's temperature rose rapidly, and his face was also flushed.The breath on Mycroft's body was cold, only his lips were warm.He grabbed both of the Inspector's hands and pressed them against the wall.

At this moment, for Lestrade, the drowsiness that had swept over him was gone, and he was embraced warmly, with the wall behind him, and there was no way out... He was speechless, and could only hold back during the short kiss. There was a pitiful low gasp in the gap.

If they were seen by those bastards at Scotland Yard, they would all be shocked.

But the fact of the matter is——

He was really a little afraid of this kind of Mycroft. He was so intimidated by his aura that he couldn't even think of rejecting him. His mind went blank, and he just catered to him instinctively.

With one hand, Mycroft untied his tie, which was a little in the way, and kissed Mr. Inspector's eyelashes, "Is that okay?"

Mr. Inspector didn't have time to answer this question, he was busy panting with his head down—all the thoughts in his mind were mixed together, and his whole body seemed to be in a mess like drowning.

"I take it as your acquiescence." Mycroft's voice sounded in his ear.

Sexy, lust-tinged voice.

The pace of the two people moved, and Lestrade was led to the bedroom.

He has no sense of direction now, and his mind is befuddled.All he knew was that he was being pressed down by McCoff, and the bodies of the two were tightly fitted together.

He could even feel the pressure from his abdomen.

"Wait...wait a while." Mr. Inspector finally found his voice.

Mycroft kissed his ear and whispered softly, "Relax."

Mr. Inspector knew that it was obviously impossible to back down at this time, so he said in a hoarse voice: "Slow down."

……

Lestrade felt that he was about to be overwhelmed by the oncoming lust. Mycroft on the bed was an elegant leopard hunting prey, extremely oppressive.

He bit his lip and endured silently, his forehead was covered with fine beads of sweat.

Sure enough, he knew——

Living with Mycroft was definitely a bad decision!