Boyfriend Development Program

The button is lightly picked, and the clothes are taken off flexibly.

The two quickly confronted each other frankly.

Sherlock narrowed his eyes slightly, his sharp eyes swept across John's body up and down, as strong and powerful as he imagined, exuding the charm of a mature man.Coupled with his good doctor's suspected "deliberately cute" face, there is no sense of disobedience, but a different style.

After just a few glances, the detective's eyes became darker.It wasn't until this moment that Sherlock really realized that his good friend, blogger, recorder, doctor and roommate, John Watson, was far more attractive to him than he imagined.

…and he, Sherlock Never Thought About Sex Holmes, had a palpable desire for the man beneath him—or at least John, who was stripped.

"Sherlock, what are you thinking?" John glared at Sherlock as if he couldn't bear the "bold" distraction of the person on his body, and complained in a daze, "You are so strange today."

"No, it's nothing." Sherlock had to admit that he was a little flustered, even a little bit at a loss.Even if there is lust in the eyes, these insignificant emotions can be completely controlled-for consulting detectives, it is not a big deal.What's more, "mortal affairs" has never been his specialty.But John, obviously, John wanted him to continue, and his inner desire told him not to stop, at least not here.

In fact, no matter how uninterested in sex, as he said to his nasty brother - "Sex doesn't bother me", Sherlock has had several sexual experiences, both male and female.What to do next, the materials kept in a corner of the thinking palace also clearly told him.

Frowning lightly, and taking a deep look at John's face, which is a mixture of desire and expectation, and his moistened and seductive lips under the light, Sherlock only felt his throat tighten, his thinking ability was frozen, and the side of his head , just blocked those two lips.

The taste of the lips is as sweet as I remember.I don't know if it's tasted again and again, but with just a light touch, Sherlock once again has desire, desire to ask for, desire for more...

Yes, again.Ever since that ghostly kiss at the entrance of the alley—he could obviously use the angle problem like Jack—sherlock felt that his self-control was gradually breaking down.no doubt.

john is different. John is unique.

john...

After briefly drawing the lip shape, sherlock's movements became extremely aggressive when he continued, and after two practice sessions, he was extremely proficient.He pried open John's teeth mercilessly, tracing the shape of each tooth with the tip of his tongue, until his good doctor snorted impatiently, and some satisfied smiles appeared on his face, and he went smoothly went in.Before the tentative touch was carried out, Sherlock received an enthusiastic invitation from his good doctor: the warm tongue wrapped around his tongue, tightly wrapped, circled, touched... lingering to death.

He had never received such warm hospitality before, and the consulting detective was a little surprised. He distractedly looked at John's expression, and saw the little man with his eyes tightly closed, with an extremely happy expression on his face.The eyes darkened again, dark green, like a deep pool of He Ze.

It has been said that an expression of enjoyment is the best aphrodisiac.

The following actions are more logical. Sherlock seized the initiative, sweeping up like a storm in an instant: licking, biting, sucking... sometimes pulling and sweeping hard, sometimes lightly biting and nibbling, everything is like a violin under his hands, the rhythm is controlled freely, Rhythm and beauty.In the end, the symphony came to an end when John couldn't help but moan from his nasal cavity—he didn't intend to suppress it at all.

For a long time, the lips are divided.

The curly-haired man slightly distanced himself to look at the person beneath him——

The red and swollen lower lip clearly showed the intensity of the previous kiss.Even because it was too intense, there was a shining silver thread between the lips of the two of them, which broke as the distance widened. gas. There was a slight blush on John's cheeks, and his dark brown eyes were slightly moistened by the kiss, which made Sherlock feel faintly charming for a while.

This kind of flattery—a kind of flattery that the consulting detective had never seen before, half hesitant and half determined—was mortifying, and it hit Sherlock's heart in an instant.His breathing stopped suddenly, and his fingertips slid down to John's neck, which was completely exposed because he was slightly tilted up. Looking down, he reached the delicate collarbone and white chest of his good doctor, and then down, It's those two dots of dogwood and the flat but firm belly...

Sherlock forcibly used all his remaining sanity to stop his sight.He is afraid that if he continues to watch, the lust in his head will destroy all reason, and he will sink no matter what...and the world's great consulting detective can't maintain his reason?No, no, this is even scarier than the days without a case!

The only sexual experience with the same sex made Sherlock a little thankful that he would not stare at John's body under such circumstances.

Because, even with his sanity clear and his sanity intact, Sherlock knew exactly this: he wanted him.

-sherloes wants john watson.

This is the truth.

Tilting his head, the tiny kisses fell little by little, starting from the graceful neck, sliding down all the way, falling to the collarbone and chest, staying in these places for a while, turning his head to see that John was a little empty - but clearly eager Continuing—the face, hesitated for a moment, and finally took a dogwood in one bite.

"Hmm..." The sensitive response of the person under him surprised the consulting detective, and John even leaned forward slightly so that the spot caught by the detective could be more fully taken care of, "...sherlock."

My name was called out in a tone that implied lust, and a feeling like an electric current swept over me, and the consulting detective's heart trembled: it was this inexplicable emotion again, occupying him without thinking. his mind and body.He paused, suppressing this feeling, and the movements of his hands became smoother, almost in one go: the tip of his tongue first licked around the dogwood, and then wrapped it all in, then rolled it up and pulled it up, then bit it with his teeth, and then used Take care of the tip of the tongue, and the cycle repeats.With one hand, he held another cornel and rubbed it, and the other hand went down, quickly and roughly stroking the beautiful body under him... Feeling that the cornel in his mouth was red and swollen, john The groaning sound gradually became louder and became fragmented intermittently. The detective let go of this one with satisfaction, and took care of the other one. The territory that has been captured by him is going down.

Sherlock put his hands on John's pajama pants, and John immediately understood his good roommate's intentions, and took off his pants in coordination.

Almost at the same time when the clothes were taken off, the detective's eyes were glued to the bulging bulge, and he stared at it without blinking, as if he was studying something novel.

"...sherlock!"

John soon noticed the sharp probing gaze, and couldn't help being a little annoyed. His face was covered with a layer of sullen anger, hanging on his slightly flushed cheeks, but there was a bit of a sense of reproach, "Look For God's sake, you can't hurry up, bloody hell!"

"Well...ok." The consulting detective's tone rose a little strangely, but it didn't hinder his current nervousness.

The next moment after the voice fell, Sherlock's right hand covered the place, and the slightly cool fingertips showed a little bit of heat. Before a second, John's whole body trembled, and his toes twitched slightly. Such a violent reaction followed He himself had some hesitation when he was in a daze: He had clearly experienced more than a dozen times, and they were all hallucinations, so why did the feeling he felt this time be so... er, strong?

Before doubts swirled around in his mind, the little man's thoughts were pulled away by waves of stimulation.The place under his body is being taken care of by his beloved in a light and orderly manner, through the soft fabric of the underpants, the stimulation becomes easier, as if all the blood in his body is condensed here. "Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm...

……

"Ah, ah, sher... lock!"

A moment later, after a deep moan, John bent over and gasped to reach the jj, the white liquid poured all over the white underwear, some even fell on the bed sheet, staining the little man A piece of the man's body.

Raising his eyebrows, the consulting detective looked at the scene in front of him with interest, even though his eyes were as dark as the night.

John fell on the bed and gasped for a while, finally seemed to realize what happened just now, took another look at Sherlock who was still fully dressed, and muttered: "For God's sake, you are getting more and more... um, Becoming obnoxious. Exactly like that bastard." Slowly taking off his soiled underpants (which were still hanging limply at his knees as his body was still limp), John grabbed Sherlock's pajamas and was about to consult the detective Pulling towards himself, "well, I forgot, you're, uh, that bastard."

The lips were pressed together again, but separated with just a light touch.Then, John raised his head with difficulty, his eyes were dizzy with water mist, but they were surprisingly bright like stars.He whispered into his vision his sherlock: "I want you to... come in."

"Come in?" Sherlock swallowed nervously.

"……damn it!"

John licked his lower lip and lowered his eyebrows.

Just when Sherlock thought that John would not make any more moves, John loosened his pajamas, pushed him lightly, he paused, and straightened up as the people under him wished.Then, oh my God, Sherlock couldn't believe this was the behavior of John, who had always advertised himself as a soldier! ——His dear good doctor bit his lip, with a heroic look on his face, and then slowly opened his legs, revealing the whole private place in front of his eyes!

I couldn't move my eyes for half a minute, and the consulting detective only felt that his throat was very dry.

Such a John, such a John who is completely open to him, his John...

—“oh my god.”

The author has something to say: Mr. Alphabet has written three chapters...it's still stuck...I cried to death, and finally vomited blood to finish...I don't know what everyone thinks, the scumbag thought that he was about to die!

ps. Looking for all kinds of motivation!