[sherlock] Spirit and flesh

I once secretly looked up information about "asexuality" in secret. Before that (before our two days of ice and fire), I firmly believed that he was a man who would never be interested in sex. Sex was important to him. Said it was a hassle, now I'm not so sure.

Waiting for him to come home was the process that tested my patience the most, and then I heard the door open, followed by the familiar footsteps, Sherlock rushed up, and I mistook it for an arrow flying into the living room.

Sherlock is taking off his gloves, sideways at me a bit awkwardly, like a kid who has done something wrong and is hiding.

I hurriedly jumped up from the chair, jumped in front of him in two steps, put my hands on his chin, looked at the bruises on his cheeks, and there was still gauze on his forehead.

"Sherlock?"

"Not too serious." Sherlock took his injuries lightly, "The principal culprit got me out of the roof, you should give him sympathy, he broke a leg."

I lowered my voice, "Okay, you're all here, I'm going to pop the champagne."

Sherlock smiled at me amusedly, then became serious again, stared down at me and said, "It seems that you have had a good time during the week I was away."

"Where did you see that?" I rolled his eyes at him, let go of him, and slowly sat down on my sofa, shaking out a stack of newspapers pretending to be calm, I don't even know what the headlines said, My mind was still on him. I felt that the temperature in the room rose a little. Was it my illusion? I felt a little hot. I pulled the collar of my shirt and coughed twice.

"You sleep well, you eat well, aren't you happy enough?" Sherlock sneered at me, and took his coat away, I squinted at his tight suit jacket, Sherlock was unbuttoning his suit, This gesture is very seductive, but I pretend not to be interested in his every move.

Sherlock was walking towards the bathroom, I turned my head on the sofa, looked at the back of him walking into the bathroom, smashed the newspaper in my hand on my knees angrily, I always felt that something was missing, something Sherlock should do but he Things I didn’t do──For example, give me a kiss on the forehead. If he stood face to face with me, then his damn lips would be right on the position of my forehead, right? Don’t bother him to bend down , as long as you take a step towards me, you can print it directly.

Two seconds later.

Sherlock stuck his furry head out of the bathroom, "What are you still doing?"

"what?"

"You waited for me to go home just to wait for this moment."

"When?" I stare at him like an idiot from the couch.

Sherlock looked at me silently at the bathroom door for a long time, and said hoarsely and sexyly: "Come here...John...Let me remind you further."

Oh my god, my body got up like a demon, I couldn't help walking towards him, I couldn't control myself, I walked down the corridor, Sherlock stretched his arms at me in front of the bathroom, I She threw herself into his arms and hugged him tightly, strangling his chest, pressing her cheek against his ribs.

Sherlock raised a hand to stroke the back of my head and whispered, "John, do you miss me?"

I can only nod, I can't speak except body movements.

Sherlock lifted me up vigorously, holding my thighs, and I hung on him like a koala. Every time he picked me up like this, I was amazed at his strength, and I didn't have time to react , Sherlock was already one step ahead of me, and lowered his head to kiss my lips.

I suddenly felt that the air hole that had been blocked somewhere in my body was unblocked.

Sherlock leaned against the door frame, and I put my arms around his neck, and I said a little guiltyly, "Well, Sherlock... I said a lot of things that hurt you, and I admit that you are the most important thing to me..."

Sherlock just kept looking at me, which made my blood pressure rise and made me dizzy, I whispered: "But it doesn't mean I'm wrong, I just got home late, you actually drove me to the sofa go up."

Sherlock lowered his eyelids and looked at me for a few seconds, with an innocent smile on his face, "That's not what I'm complaining about, you said I'm not the number one in your heart, it hurts me, it's hard to admit the truth in front of me How hard is it? Huh?"

"I'll fuck you..." I held back my anger, feeling that I couldn't hold back him anymore, I looked elsewhere, but I still couldn't avoid his eyes that wanted to eat me into my stomach, I mustered up the courage to reconnect with him He looked at each other and admitted, "It's not that difficult, you bastard Holmes, back then you had to use a nuclear bomb to force out my truth, you knew I was the kind of person who couldn't speak nasty words, but you still wanted to Play tricks on me like this. In my heart, you have always been the first, no matter before or now, it is a matter of course, no one can replace you, you are my heart and soul, my darling, enough is enough, it is ok, Are you satisfied?" I puffed up my cheeks angrily.

Sherlock rubbed my cheeks with his fiery gaze, and for a moment I felt like I was going to faint under his gaze, he lowered his beautiful lips, gently swept across my eyelids, and pressed heavily Over my eyes, his lips slowly moved down, and then sucked my upper lip hard, separated me, stuck his flexible and nasty tongue in, and wrapped me around until I moaned embarrassingly until.

Sherlock closes the bathroom door and presses my back against the green tiled wall of the bathroom, "Aha, John, let's take a shower together."

"I don't need it." I pushed him.

Sherlock said lazily: "We can just relax and take a bath, sit in the bathtub and do nothing. I just wanted to tell you the details of the case, so that your blog has something to remember."

"You can tell me on the sofa outside... how can I concentrate on listening to you in the bathtub?" I mean it, since he took off his shirt to reveal the narrow and straight shoulder line, my brain can no longer It works again.

No matter how calm Sherlock is, I can't calm down, oh Sherlock is standing naked in front of me, he's under the hot water, wet his proud unruly hair, I'm naked too, but I'm already erect.

Sherlock smiled at my inability to turn off the ignition, "It seems that you can't listen to me about the case calmly."

"Who the hell can listen to you naked in the bathtub!" I felt naked in front of him like an ornament, I really wanted to escape, but I couldn't bear to pull my eyes from him.

I spent more than half an hour in the bathtub in a trance, covering him with foam and then covering me. I was dizzy and dizzy in the middle of it. To be honest, it’s pretty good that I didn’t lose control. Without hearing a word, Sherlock suggested another place, but I don't think I can concentrate much on the bed in his room.

I had to grab the cushion at the end of the bed with both hands to hold myself in place, Sherlock parted my buttocks and I felt a hard feel stick up between my slit, oh shit he didn't come in but Clamped between my ass flaps with his penis, rubbing firmly and slowly, his cock head irritatingly rubbing against my creases, wandering outside, watching the rhythm never going in, it's so damn good, I'm limp on the mat , turned to look at him eagerly.

"Sher...lock...please..." I bent my back and opened the back door, hoping that bastard Sherlock would understand, of course he does, but he just likes annoying dawdling, just to make me give in and beg him .

Sherlock's hateful and slender fingers wrapped around my buttocks and rubbed them vigorously. He sank the stick-like cylinder into me, bit by bit, I howled happily, and Sherlock pulled him The head of my penis is stuck at the opening of my tunnel, seeing his expression enjoying the moment when I wrap him around him.

"Oh dear John, you're sucking me in, I don't have to use any force, oh my baby."

I was trembling at his passionate call, I writhed back and swallowed him impatiently, my entrance was stretched to the extreme, full, his body couldn't be bigger, hearing his I almost went limp as the organ slapped against my buttocks, Sherlock stretched his fingers across my sweaty back, bent down and pressed against my back, propping up the bed with one hand Pad, hitting me with unprecedented force.

"God, that's great, that's it, that's great, Sherlock." I realized I was incoherent.

There was burning pain in the back, but the pleasure swayed from the inside of my body, passing through my limbs like an electric current, submerging these vague pains at once, the pleasure made me tremble under him, and Sherlock broke me face, occupying my tongue with a kind of domineering that I can't imagine, I turned my head, and heard the movement of our two tongues twisting together in the wet kiss, I accidentally saw the full-length mirror, Sherlock was like a hot sweat The wild beasts are crazily exploiting me.

His waist is extremely strong, and I had to use all the strength in my arms to stabilize myself from being knocked down by the foot of the bed. I buried my sweaty forehead on the sheet, panting like a weak person, I praise his bed skills, incomparable praise.

Sherlock shifted me into a position where I lay on my side with one leg draped over his arm so he could see my face and I could see his.

Sherlock stared at me silently for a long time, I raised a hand and reached into his hair, sweeping the outline of his skull, I will always remember his unique bone outline, Sherlock left many teeth marks on my body, He screamed and slapped me on the verge of peaking, and he repeated every slap so violently that it made me twitch and convulse: "I love you, John."

I nodded dryly, and hugged his back tightly with all the tenderness I could exert in my life, Sherlock leaned over and gasped rollingly in my ear, he stopped moving, the muscles on his body They were all trembling, warm liquid poured into my body, and I couldn't move while holding him, the creases at the back trembled violently, shrinking him to a hotter and softer place inside, my dry voice Hoarsely said: "I love you too, Sherlock."

Sherlock sighed happily, and reluctantly withdrew, then repeatedly thrust me twice, and then all slipped out, I hummed and whimpered in vain, he kissed my sweaty cheek, exhausted Lie down on me, "It's nice to have you."

I smiled at him and put my arms around his wet hair, "Sherlock...I'm not... finished yet."

Sherlock looked up in surprise, squinting his eyes at me, "Damn, I haven't slept in two days, John." He said coquettishly, red from the accidental scrape on his forehead, and bruises on his cheekbones.

"Haha, you'll say damn it too." I kissed his lips and said, "You've worked very hard, let's do this for today, let's sleep first."

Hearing my pardon and permission, Sherlock smiled slightly, and tied his wet, fluffy hair into my chest again. Within a minute, I heard the sound of his nose flapping gently, and he fell into a deep sleep. Defenseless.

I think his work in Manchester must have been quite tiring.

I pulled the quilt over him and hugged him consistently, like a child hugging his cherished teddy bear, God knows how much I like him, I like everything about him, his weird and scary character, he became irritable The temper that can blow the roof off, he is extremely smart but can piss people off, I like all of these, for me he has no flaws, he is my favorite, my darling, my little heart.

"My baby." I whispered in his ear, and Sherlock smiled faintly in his sleep.