Boyfriend Development Program

It was the best kiss John had ever had.

No, the word "beautiful" is far from expressing his current mood, or it can't be accurately described in just a few words.

If I had to describe it in one word, it would be **.

At first, Sherlock's kisses were clumsy, so young that John almost laughed out loud, and even had time to remember that mycroft had once confuse his good roommate with the sarcastic mention of sex.So can he think that Sherlock has very little kissing experience?It turns out how unwise it is to be distracted—once again—in the presence of the great consulting detective.

—Sherlock was very angry, and the consequences were serious.

His good roommate bit his lower lip as if venting his anger, and even stuck out his tongue to taste his blood, as if to analyze the difference between John's blood and his own, with a serious attitude.The hot and humid tongue brushed against his lower lip, and there was a slight tingling feeling in the sharp pain, and soon the pain disappeared, and there was some trance in the tingling. ——John didn't know if it was caused by excessive blood loss, or if it belonged to Sherlock's "magic".

Just dazed, his lips opened slightly involuntarily, and John unconsciously made an invitation. Sherlock was slightly taken aback, and the tip of his tongue quickly slipped into it smoothly and smoothly.Just what to do next?There was a flicker of hesitation on the curly-haired man's face. Obviously, his shallow kissing skills made it difficult for him to cope with this scene, and he was flustered for a moment, but Sherlock concealed it very well.

Accurately capturing the doubt that flashed in his good roommate's eyes, the little man managed to find some reason in the heavy green, but in the end he could only sigh softly, with a vague sadness in his heart, Hypnotizing himself over and over again: This is his Sherlock, his dear best roommate, his sweetheart who's been married to a working wife the hell, only this time, and always will be this time.For God's sake, John, just indulge yourself just once, just this once...

John's brows and eyes gradually relaxed, he had already made a decision.

Wrapping his hands around the slender neck of the slightly confused man in front of him, John stood on tiptoes a little bit—this position made the two of them more intimate.No, the movement of Sherlock subconsciously wrapping his arms around the little man and then hugging him tightly has almost brought the two of them closer together. A contented sigh overflowed from the tip of John's nose, he closed his eyes tightly, pressed the tip of his tongue against the man's tongue in his mouth, entwined, sucked, circled... the next moment, he felt the hands hugging his waist With a sudden tightening, he was forced to cater to the opponent in a more submissive posture.

--very good.Well, that's good... at least sherlock still has a little reaction...

Amidst this vigorous effort, John smiled in a daze.

I have to admit that Sherlock is a student who will make all the teachers feel happy and ashamed.He got started very quickly, John just demonstrated - although the little man didn't mean it - once, and Sherlock could copy it completely.No, it's not just copying, it's a more sophisticated "personal show" in which the blue is better than the blue.

Sherlock clasped the back of John's head vigorously with his right hand, and wrapped his left hand firmly around the waist of the good doctor. Given that the back of John's head was originally against the wall, this gesture seemed both powerful and extremely confining at the moment.The curly-haired man exerted so much force that the small man even thought that his whole body would be crushed, and he would be rubbed into the opponent's chest bit by bit until he became a part of that person. There was nowhere to escape, and... unwilling to flee. Sherlock was freed from John's gentle guidance by the entangled tongue, and became fierce and rough: provoking, chasing, teasing...everything was used.I don't know how long it took, maybe a few minutes, maybe just a blink of an eye, his good roommate's kissing skills changed from green to superb.

The kiss turned into a one-sided predation.

Saliva intertwined with blood, switching between the mouths of the two.A burst of numbness came over him, his whole body was full of that person's breath, completely... Sherlock's... breath, John shuddered just knowing this, like a person floating in a barren storm Ye Xiaozhou, he gradually lost himself in this pleasure.

"Warning! Warning! An unknown virus has invaded, and the game data is on the verge of collapse. There may be a tendency to backfire. Please correct the host as soon as possible!"

"Repeat: Warning! Warning! Unknown virus invasion..."

The cold mechanical voice suddenly sounded in John's mind, and the little man was startled slightly, trying to make a clear distinction, but Sherlock noticed it and intensified the plundering in a fit of anger.A burst of pleasure that was stronger than a burst made John's consciousness rise and fall again, and he sank deeper and deeper.

The little man with his eyes tightly closed didn't realize that at this moment the green in his good roommate's eyes became a little darker, and there was a deep dormant flame faintly dormant, like the midnight tide flooding and turbulent,——with a calm voice Night is for cover.

John didn't find out.

……

Time passed by minute by minute.

The sound of footsteps stopping at the entrance of the alley sounded again at some point, and suddenly woke up the two who were addicted to this unexpected kiss. Sherlock's movements stopped, and he listened carefully: the sound of footsteps gradually faded away. — The unexpected guest left.obviously.

"Uh...sherlock." John coughed shortly, cleared his throat, trying to make his voice sound more normal, "You can let go...I'm...I think." His voice was in Sherlock The gaze became lighter and lighter, and finally approached a grunt, and added "I guess" unnaturally, trying to make the curly-haired man's sight less sharp.

"yes, you're right (yes, you're right)." Sherlock agreed quickly, but the tight lines and slightly pouty lips showed his reluctance, oh, and of course the weird— -slightly aggrieved- murmured, "thoughtkisswasb (I thought kissing was boring)."

— Kissing is boring?Oh boring, of course, by Jesus, typical Sherlock thinking!

"Damn kissing is not boring!" John growled, trying to vent the...irritability lingering in his heart?depression?Hopeless?He couldn't tell the difference, so he could only subconsciously clenched his palms, using the darkness to cover the paleness and coldness of his fingertips.

The cold moonlight fell down, dimly illuminating the darkness.The silvery moonlight fell on the little man, vaguely outlining his figure completely. Sherlock noticed that the blurred light shone on John's lips, lining the lips that were a little red and swollen due to the intense kiss... strange, in the cold and thin air, the ambiguity settled gently, invisible The allure rose, and rose again.Forcibly suppressing the inexplicable throbbing in his heart, Sherlock perfectly controlled the possible reactions of his body, except that his eyes were dark and dark.

Of course, with John's deductive ability, he would never even try to find out half of it in his life. ——The consulting detective is so sure.And so it is.

"I think I have to agree." A smirk quickly formed on the pale and handsome face, "John, keep up."

"Where are you going?" John couldn't keep up with the detective's brain circuit for a while, and subconsciously showed a little hesitation.

"Where are you going?" Sherlock glanced at him lightly, "Oh my dear John, don't tell me you forgot the purpose of our coming here? Or, that kiss just now made you overdraw your IQ this month?" He Staring straight at the darkness in front of him, he continued expressionlessly—although it was more like a soliloquy, one word at a time, "Kiss! Humans don't need kisses!"

The corners of the man's lips were raised, revealing the sarcasm at a glance.

For a moment, the pale cheek looked extraordinarily cold to the little man.

John's expression froze, and a brief smile appeared on his face, which quickly disappeared.

He tried to be open-minded, but failed in the end.