My son can't be this cute

The early morning sun shone on the streets of Baker Street, as if it was coated with a layer of golden light. Apartment 221B rang out on time. The military doctor in a pullover was cooking breakfast in the kitchen, and carefully boiled a pot of millet porridge for the family. A detective still sound asleep.

The dense aroma floated in the air, Watson yawned, he raised his hand and rubbed his face, he slept too late last night, and now he was still a little sleepy, he shook his head to make himself more awake, his right hand was proficient Stirring the spoon, about 10 minutes later, the dark-haired detective got up, came to the kitchen wrapped in a dark silk nightgown, his curly hair was matted, but he looked much better than yesterday.

"Morning, Sherlock, are you sleeping well?" Watson turned around and greeted, his blue eyes were full of smiles, the sun was beating on his eyelashes, and there were faint bloodshot eyes, Sherlock moved Moving to get closer to the other party, he pursed his lips and observed Peanut carefully, and a gentle kiss landed on the corner of the other party's mouth.

Amazement, joy, and a satisfied smile appeared on the face of the man with tea-blonde hair. He raised his arms and put his arms around the other's neck to deepen the kiss. Millet porridge was boiling in the light blue iron pot. In the early morning, from a gentle Is there anything better than waking up to a kiss?

At the dining table, Watson rested his chin and looked at the detective who was obediently eating porridge, feeling that the world was so fucking beautiful.Sherlock's fingers were long and thin, and the way he held the spoon was docile and dexterous. Watson sighed, annoyed that he hadn't discovered the beauty of the other party earlier.

"John, you forgot to put sugar." Sherlock's deep voice broke the quiet atmosphere. The millet porridge in front of him was only one-third full, and he only realized it at this time. Low IQ, even he is not immune, his eyes tightly intertwined on the doctor's lips, until that place turned into an arc of pleasure.

"I let it go, Sherlock, you can only eat so much sugar for now."

Sherlock pursed his lips in displeasure. The spoon in his hand was stirred in the millet porridge. It wasn't sweet enough. He didn't plan to drink it anymore. Watson didn't mind either. The other party could obediently eat two-thirds of it. He was very satisfied, but obviously, his good mood only lasted for a short time, the ambiguous ringtone of the text message made his eyes widen, a little unbelievable that it came from Sherlock's cell phone.

"What?" The military doctor was a little stunned as Sherlock took out his mobile phone and looked at it, and then put it on the table, with a completely calm expression.

"John, it's just a prank." Sherlock continued to stir the millet porridge in the bowl with a spoon, and said lightly.

"But I don't think it's some kind of prank that made you use this kind of name..." Watson swallowed hard, his brows furrowed, and it took him a long time to change to a more elegant way of saying it. "Ambiguous SMS ringtone."

"That's why it's a prank. I'm not interested in women's *sounds." Sherlock said bluntly, with a mouthful of millet porridge in his mouth, he didn't swallow it for a long time, as if he was doing some kind of bitter struggle.

Watson's face flushed a little because Sherlock said that word in such a calm tone, and he pursed his lips, "Sherlock, it must be that woman."

"That woman?" Sherlock repeated, seeming to hold the word on the tip of his tongue, and rolled it out before spitting it out. It was a bit sexy, but Watson didn't have time to appreciate it. He had to tell his boyfriend that since they were already Lover relationship, then it is forbidden to do such suspected cheating and promiscuous things.

"Irene Adler, Sherlock."

"You still remember her name, John, it seems that you really mind." Sherlock's light-colored eyes flashed a smile that was almost teasing.

"Don't mingle with me, Sherlock." Watson rolled his eyes, and he said forcefully. "Mycroft asked you to get out of this business."

Sherlock suppressed his smile, pursed his lips tightly, and stopped stirring the innocent food. "John, you know, I hate coercion, especially in cases, and I won't stop until I find the truth."

"He's doing it for your own good, Sherlock." Watson couldn't help softening his tone when he saw the stubborn look on the black-haired man's face, and said in a coaxing voice.

"I know what I want." Sherlock also said bluntly, his petulant little problem broke out again, and usually Watson would helplessly indulge him, but the text message ringing again obviously made the military doctor feel irritable.

"Sherlock, God, can't you change it back!" Watson growled. Of course, he didn't have a good rest. The low blood sugar in the early morning obviously made him a little irritable. This time, there was a woman that Sherlock found interesting, and he was very concerned about it. A relationship without much emotional foundation always makes people worry about gains and losses. Watson used to think that this kind of thing is a common problem with women, but now he has to admit that as long as you fall in love Well, everyone is a fool, regardless of gender, but fortunately he is not too stupid, he just yelled out and kept blaming himself after seeing Sherlock's slightly aggrieved expression.

"Oh, I'm sorry, Sherlock, I'm really sorry." Watson moaned, covering most of his face with his right hand, he was a little ashamed, looking down at his thigh, so he didn't notice the slight upturn of Sherlock's mouth In an arc, the dark-haired detective put down the spoon, stood up and walked towards his boyfriend, touching his cheek when the other looked up.

"Why?" Watson asked dryly, blinking his curled eyelashes uneasily.

"I was thinking how sexy you are when you're jealous, John." Sherlock said in a low voice, his light-colored eyes seemed to look into Watson's soul, his Adam's apple rolled up and down, and when he closed his eyes, the blond man raised his face softly accepted the kiss.

They will quarrel and reconcile, they will dislike each other and they can give their lives to each other. Their lives have cases and routines like ordinary people. When Sherlock is bored, he will curl up on the sofa and watch soap operas with Watson. No matter what happens, Watson will accompany the detective through the streets of London. In the daytime, there are familiar faces, and in the dark, there are footsteps chasing criminals. They are no different, they are two independent people, and Watson can't keep up. Sherlock's thinking was spinning at a high speed. Sherlock didn't understand why Watson should always smile. They are people from two worlds, but they met.

"Come to me, apartment 221B Baker Street." He leaned out half of his body and winked at him with a confident and mysterious look.

He was stunned on the spot, not shocked by the other party, but shocked by the throbbing in his heart. He went to the doctor, went to the battlefield, and came to London. He is obsessed with Sherlock Holmes, dangerous and sexy.

Sherlock looked at Watson's slightly misty eyes, he narrowed his eyes slightly, his cheekbones were stained with a layer of blush, his breathing was a bit rough, he sat with his legs straddling Watson's tight thighs, even Such a posture could not conceal his predatory yuwang, his thumb pressed tightly against Watson's round cheek, almost leaving a red mark.

At first Watson was a little dazed, Sherlock's strength surprised him, but soon he concentrated on it again, it felt so damn good, Sherlock's lips and tongue were perfect, he pressed It was so painful and so pleasant when he was himself, he inserted his fingers into the hair of the other party, pulled it from time to time, and only felt pleasure when he heard Sherlock's muffled hiss.

There was the sound of tsk tsk in the air. Watson opened his lips meekly to let Sherlock's tongue slide in. His right hand stroked the other's back, and felt Sherlock's body tremble slightly. Anyway, he is an old hand. Although his experience is also the first time between two men, it is still a hundred times better than Sherlock's. Regardless of whether the person he loves is a man or a woman, in matters of love, a man's instinct to conquer each other makes Watson Start fighting back.

He moved his body and pushed Sherlock onto the dining table. The curve of his waist was very beautiful. Watson smiled slightly and opened the distance between the two of them. His eyes were dyed with □ color, like a deep sea.

"You are mine." Watson said in a low voice. He looked completely different from his usual docile appearance, and became dangerous. The aura of a soldier was fully reflected, and Sherlock's body was almost screaming. When Watson lowered his head and licked his erection through the fabric, God, he murmured, almost unconsciously uttering this cry, and then he would yell more beyond his brain, similar to surrender and happy words.

Watson felt Sherlock's curled fingers insert into his hair. He grasped so hard that he felt pain, but his body showed more excitement honestly, and his lips left the already wet He swallowed, looked up and only saw Sherlock's misty eyes, which was incredible, he sighed, a Sherlock who showed him fragility and confusion.

The fingertips touched the edge of the opponent's lower abdomen, feeling the muscles there contracted due to the unfamiliar touch, he licked his lips, and then pulled down Sherlock's pajama pants without hesitation, and the former also lifted up in cooperation The buttocks were exposed, the stiffness was exposed to the air, it was a little fragile, and it was trembling slightly.

"Perfect." He couldn't help sighing, just like he stopped praising each other all the time, Sherlock moved his legs, his whole body was a little stiff, and he seemed a little helpless because he had exposed himself to the other party, even though he was really completely Understand this, in theory, yes, in theory, he even knows how to make the other party gaochao without touching, but in fact, being stared at like this, he is the one who can't help but want to gaochao people.

"John..." Sherlock breathed violently, he would instinctively be at a loss, this is something beyond the control of reason, the black-haired man clenched his fists in frustration, emotions, yuwang, untouchable areas , and now, he is willing to walk into the cage by himself.

"Don't be afraid." Watson comforted him in a soft voice. He himself had no experience in this area. He gave a man koujiao, touched him, and seeing that happy expression was more happy than being comforted by himself. Xiashen swelled in pain, Watson took a breath, firmly and gently sucked Sherlock in.

"God..." Sherlock's muscles twitched, and an exclamation of excitement flowed out of his mouth uncontrollably. His jerky but straightforward reaction made Watson blush, but it was more of a primitive joy, conquering the pleasure of sucking it so deep, almost up to his own throat, it didn't feel good, it was nauseating, even if it was Sherlock's it wouldn't be much better, but he was like a little candy craving Like a child, he was reluctant to let go, until the other party gasped and almost screamed and released it in his own mouth.