Boyfriend Development Program

"John, are you sure,"

Fingertips slid down John's back hole along his tight thighs, Sherlock struggled to control his increasingly lax rationality, and asked again.What responded to him was a low panting sound, which tightened instantly with Zhang Yi, and seemed to be inviting his acupoints.

Sherlock paused, and said to himself, "Ok, the answer is yes. Obviously."

After a pause, Sherlock successfully retrieved relevant information on what to do next from a certain corner of the thinking palace—God knows why he didn’t delete these information. According to the contents of the information, successfully entering John requires lubrication, sherlock Subconsciously glanced at the size of that place, and confirmed the thought in his heart: well...it must be lubricated.

Lubricating, lubricating... The consulting detective's eyes fell on the white turbid liquid on the underwear, his eyes lit up slightly,——perfect!

In the next second, the slender index finger dipped some turbid liquid, hesitated at that place, and inserted it tentatively, the finger was soon wrapped in a burst of warmth.In the process of slowly pushing, Sherlock could even feel John's back hole slowly biting his finger, like a greedy little mouth, trying to swallow his finger with all its strength.

"uh-huh."

Sherlock felt that his throat was very dry and itchy, coughed dryly, and snorted again, the movements of his hands still did not stop.

After a while, the index finger sank into it.Immediately afterwards, the second, third...

"sher... sherlock..."

He even heard John's voice at the moment with a very small—but indeed—crying tone, and looking at the stretched acupoints with all the folds unfolded, the consulting detective frowned again: " I can't let it go. Of course." He glanced at his fingers, and quickly called out the next step in the information, his eyes were glued to the part of John who was fully stretched again, and he swallowed, "So, it's time to go in?"

"sher...ah...sher...um...lock..."

John's groans were half satisfying and half longing, his eyes were already occupied by confusion, his cheeks were flushed with raging lust, this coquettish fascinated Sherlock's eyes, and the gray-green eyes were fixed on John , like wanting to engrave all the current actions of the people under him into their minds.

At some point in time, the great consulting detective has made room for his dear John in the Mind Palace.It's not big, but it's in the center.

Sherlock pulled out all his fingers, supported John's legs with both hands and tried to open them as far as possible, the next moment he held his own butt against the man's back hole which was opening and closing uncomfortably because of the fingers leaving , as shown in the data, rushed forward!

"Damn——ah! Hiss, sherlock!" John gasped in pain, the flush on his face turned pale in an instant, "Damn you won't... hiss... lighten up...!" Little The tall man just cursed instinctively——the effect of the potion is much greater than they imagined, and it was obvious that the consulting detective became at a loss, all movements stopped, and he leaned over and asked nervously: "Uh , does it hurt?" He frowned, somewhat puzzled, "The information is wrong?...Leave this possibility."

The pain eases with the rest of the movement.

"Um... um..."

After a while, some itching appeared in the joint, and gradually replaced the pain, occupying John's senses.The huge, unprecedented sense of fullness made John twist his whole body a little uncomfortably, but unexpectedly, with this movement, the itching hit his face like a tide! "...Hmm!" He could only bite his lower lip to make the damn moan less abrupt.

The self-endurable, suppressed and full of erotic moan made the lust in Sherlock's eyes arouse, coupled with John's inadvertent movement, as if it touched the memory, Sherlock's gray-green eyes swept over the closely connected two place, the next second the body lost consciousness and acted: his hands clasped John's ankles tightly, and raised the legs of the little man, and raised them again, making the intercourse between the two of them deeper.

Immediately afterwards, the consulting detective moved, and violently—roughly and almost savagely—rushed inward. The huge pleasure was more ferocious than the tide and more violent than the sea waves, and it swallowed John headlong. Swallowing again, he finally sank to the lowest end. "Yeahhhhhhh!" Almost at the same time, the little man couldn't help moaning loudly!

—Will it be more pleasant this way?

Sensing John's almost uncontrollable moans and screams, Sherlock slowed down a bit, and a sharp light flashed in his eyes. ...here?After groping for a while, the consulting detective accurately found John's excitement point, and he was a little heavier again. Sure enough, his good doctor couldn't help moaning loudly, and finally adjusted his movements while grabbing his arm to barely allow himself to breathe. Keep up with the beat.

Sherlock's lips lifted slightly in a genuine smile.He kept moving, his brain was running, and he was exploring and developing John.

Go in deeply, pull out slowly, push in hard, and pull out quickly...

Once, again...

Groans, gasps, shouts...

The flushed face, the pupils stained with lust, the bewildered and intoxicated expression...

The blue and red marks on the skin, the pleasure coming from the place where they intersect, and the lewdness gradually thickening in the air...

Sherlock's thinking gradually drifted, and the "thinking mode" was successfully activated.

Why did he do such a thing with John?

Because of John's request?Because of your own **?

In the future, what identity should he face John?

……

Questions poured out one by one, but could not be answered.

One night stand?Bed partner?friends with benefits? ——of course not (of course not)!

Sherlock shook his head in disgust, instinctively not wanting to fix his relationship with John on these.

……

After an unknown amount of time, Sherlock finally felt the critical point approaching.He looked down at the person below him, his absent-minded and empty eyes, his increasingly dazed expression, and the tightening of the hand holding his arm all showed that that person, like him, had already stood at the highest point.

"Perfect." Sherlock muttered to himself, gathering his strength to sprint hard.The pleasure brought about slight convulsions in his body, a low growl escaped from the bottom of his throat, a flash of white light flashed in front of his eyes, and then he released himself together with John.

At the peak, Sherlock seemed to see large tracts of unknown flowers in the valley, blooming in the bitter cold wind.

Consulting detectives are momentarily confused, momentarily absent-minded, and momentarily intoxicated and lingering.This is a completely different pleasure, far better than the pleasure of thinking with a nicotine tablet. Sherlock didn't know how to describe what it was like to have sex with John, orgasm. —Worse than poison and medicine.It will be addictive.There is no doubt about it.

"sherlock..."

In the ear, John's full sigh of satisfaction came.

Soon, the consulting detective was tightly wrapped around the waist by the small man, and John's head rubbed against his shoulder, as if trying to find the most comfortable position, with skillful and smooth movements.After a while, John stopped moving, his breathing was long and shallow. Sherlock didn't need to look down to know that his good doctor had fallen asleep on his shoulder.

Twitching the corner of his mouth, Sherlock's left hand held John's waist tightly, his right hand hesitated for a while in mid-air, and finally smoothed John's hair, and finally landed on the man's shoulder, hugging the little man even tighter. Tighten up.

From the corner of my eye, I caught a glimpse: outside the window, the night is getting dark.

After hesitating for a moment, Sherlock also closed his eyes, and fell asleep peacefully with John in his arms.

In the dark, on the sofa in the living room on the second floor.

A line of words suddenly appeared on the screen of the game console, and then quickly disappeared——

The task of capturing John Watson is 50% complete, please make persistent efforts to the host.

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