[Sherlock] Fertility ABO of Loyal Dogs

John was released from the hospital two days later, his hemoglobin salvaged, still a bit weak but going back for a patch and he'd be fine, Sherlock took the time to pick him up in person, John got into a taxi, Sherlock sat next to him, one hand Leaning on the car window, one hand on his lap, no longer holding John's fingers as usual and refusing to let go.

This was Sherlock Holmes in his waking state.

It was close to 9:[-] p.m. when the car arrived at Baker Street. Sherlock paid the money, walked down first, went around to the other side to open the car door, and helped John get out of the taxi. The moment John touched Sherlock's palm, Sherlock's eyes were full of confusion. look.

He stood by the sidewalk holding John's gauze-wrapped fingers, the corners of his mouth tightened into a straight line.

John let him hold it tolerantly, "Sherlock?"

"There is a feeling... I can't explain it, like an electric current passing through my arm."

John's small head that can't turn around can't explain what's wrong with him. John asked him blankly under the street lamp, "Static electricity? Maybe it's caused by the friction of my gauze."

Sherlock let go of him, opened the door of the apartment, and let John go in first. John supported his waist with one hand, and his stomach was really big and heavy. He held on to the banister of the stairs step by step, and walked up. He turned his head and found that Sherlock suddenly She held him close and helped him up the stairs.

The pale side face, the arrogant and sexy corner of the mouth, the contemptuous tone that can't stand, "Huh, clumsy."

"Thanks to whom." John complained dissatisfied.

Relying on him, John walked into the living room, Sherlock left immediately, stood in the middle of the carpet, pulled off the scarf around his neck, four or five wall lamps were on in the living room, John watched in amazement that the couch was erected and leaned against the corner, while The wall with the bullet-holed smiling face is now covered with photos, pins are stuck between the photos, and threads of different colors are drawn in the middle.

"Is this the result of your busy days?"

"It's not a fruit, it's just an embryo." Sherlock said a humorous pun.

John stood in front of the photo wall with his little embryo propped up, "Oh, poor wallpaper, now Mrs. Hudson is going to settle accounts with you after autumn, you scratched her table last time, she felt so distressed as if she had attended a funeral .”

The corner of Sherlock's mouth twitched in his teasing, raised his nimble fingers, and poked a photo to show him, "Any insight."

"Uh," John looked closer, "I recognize this tattoo, I should have seen it somewhere, but I can't remember."

"Yes, a very familiar pattern, very familiar but people can't remember it for a while."

"Who are you looking for?"

"Moriarty." Sherlock's eyes blazed as he pronounced the name, a bloody vendetta gathering dark clouds.

"He's not dead?" John was very surprised, very surprised, very surprised, surprised by surprise.

"God has no eyes, let him also be resurrected."

John licked his lips, looking at the dazzling photos, feeling a little tired from standing, "Forgive me Sherlock, I really want to play detective games with you, but I really can't stand for so long. I'm going to the bathroom to wash The smell of disinfectant in a clean hospital."

Sherlock stared at him. "You're implying that I…"

"No, I'm not implying you, you don't have to take a shower with me as before, I take a shower alone, I just said it casually." John turned around in disbelief, God, whoever wants to imply him, he doesn't Tossing John Watson is really a rare vacation for teddy bears.

Ugh.

John felt no joy and happiness at all for this unexpected vacation, Sherlock was able to chat with him about the case for such a long time, without stopping, throwing John against the wall and licking his earlobe indiscriminately, dipping Wetting his sensitive cochlea, John really didn't know how to describe his mood at this time, so he could only walk towards the bathroom full of thoughts.

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After John took a shower, his whole body was steaming hot, and the water beads on his hair were dried with a towel. He changed into a soft nightgown, and walked into the room with some anxiety. Sherlock had already tidied up, and he was also sitting on the head of the bed in his nightgown, watching looked at him.

John plopped down on the bed, and Sherlock watched him with a tense zombie face, refusing to let go.

John was inexplicably looked at by him, he pulled off the quilt, and got into the bed, the soft pillow was just pressed against the back of his head, John sighed contentedly, Sherlock's bed was much more comfortable than the hospital bed.

"John."

"what?"

"Your cubicle hasn't been torn down."

"What the hell are you talking about?"

"I mean, we have to sleep with our arms around?"

John looked at him on the pillow as if looking at an alien creature that descended on the earth, "Sherlock! You begged me to come and sleep in the first place! I haven't touched that bed for half a year, it's all grown grass!"

Sherlock looked up haughtily.

John sighed and rubbed his tired eyes with both hands at the same time, "Tomorrow, Sherlock, I'm too tired to change the clean sheets today, and I don't want to drag the sleeping landlady out of her bed to help me change the sheets , I don't even expect you to change the sheets, I will leave tomorrow, so take me in tonight."

"I don't need to hold you."

"No, you don't have to if you don't want to."

Sherlock got the answer he wanted, slipped under the covers and lay down, turning his back to John.

John looked at his back, touched his belly with his honest palm, the desk lamp went out, John looked at the street lamp that penetrated into the room, and the quiet light wandered between the gaps in the window.

Beside him lay a stranger.

Strange Sherlock Holmes.

Deep night.

Sherlock turned on the light in the middle of the night and lifted the quilt. John was sweating on his forehead, frowning in pain, holding his belly with his hands, knees curled up together, John opened his soft eyes like a puppy, looking at him for help, "I woke you up..."

Sherlock lifted his body quietly, and put two pillows behind him. John's fetal position is now hanging, the mucous membrane between the placenta and the uterus has been impacted, and he has lost a lot of blood. The baby who survived the disaster is very fragile.

This caused his contractions to be premature.

Pregnant women usually experience the prenatal contractions at the age of 9 months, but John has just recovered his life from a disaster, and the fetus and uterus are very unstable, so he has to suffer more for it.

Sherlock lowered his legs. "This position is prone to premature labor."

But this position can make John more comfortable, John gritted his teeth, endured strong, without complaining or being coquettish, he put his legs down, and Sherlock helped him cover the quilt.

"You did the same in the hospital?"

John nodded, his labor pains flowed from the cervix inside his body, and the severe pain spread from the spine to the surface of the belly, and John couldn't help moaning in pain.

Sherlock lay next to him, turning him on his side, lifting his calf up and hanging over his lap - he's been doing this since the beginning of his intercourse with John, it's the best sleeping position for a pregnant woman, for a baby. The oppression also abated.

John's pain finally eased a little, and he buried himself in Sherlock's arms, "Sorry, I promised you that you don't need to sleep with your arms around."

Sherlock's chin rested on the top of his head, unable to hear his enigmatic thoughts, "You'll sleep here tomorrow."

John scratched his pajamas and rubbed his head, "Sorry, Sherlock…"

No response from detectives.

John didn't go to sleep until the early hours amidst bouts of fetal movement and contractions.

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John didn't get up until close to noon, his hair was curled up by the pillow in two clumps, John stroked in front of the washbasin mirror for a long time but couldn't conquer these disobedient golden-brown hairs, he gave up, John Walking into the living room, he found Sherlock standing in front of that wall again, brooding, hands pressed to his lips.

John has not seen him working so hard for a long, long time. Before doing it, Sherlock spent all his hard work on John. He worked hard to make John wet into a ball of water weeds. He worked hard to stroke John's fragile testicles. Pulling and playing, he pushed hard into John's body, and enjoyed the intense pleasure of the cock head scraping the outer wall of his distended uterus.

"Good morning, Sherlock, er I mean, good morning."

"Hmph." Without even looking at him, Sherlock moved the pin with his fingers, adjusting the clue.

"You want to exclude him?" John stood behind him. "He looks like a bad guy."

"It looks like...you can be more stupid, until no one can surpass, then there will be no other fools in the world except you, and the intelligence index of human beings will be further improved..." Sherlock's meanness Before he finished speaking, he suddenly realized, "Oh! Of course! It looks like it! John! I know Moriarty is there now! It seems that the more dangerous the place, the safer, he just doesn't hide, he is right in front of me nowhere to go.”

Sherlock's pupils had the clarity and brightness of the truth.

"Where is he?" John asked beside him.

"Your peaceful little head that turns once every 100 years could use a little oil, think about it, John."

John pretended to think for a moment, "Enough, Sherlock, don't be so obnoxious."

Sherlock sneered at him, "I'm starting to worry about what to do if this in your stomach looks more like you."

Sherlock's fingers slid across the photo, "It's in London, still here, never left, he's waiting for me to find out, play hide and seek with me, he's playing games, people who play games don't hide too deep, he just In the most conspicuous place, in the place where I haunt every day, watching me in the dark, watching me dance in the world..."

"Where the hell is it?" John was still confused.

Sherlock smiled, "Jasmine recently changed to a new lipstick, and a new colleague came to her lab. I heard that he is a very motherly Alpha, but I think he is just a swindling Omega."

"Oh my! He's at Barts!"

"He won't be around anymore, he's just here to tease me. He'll be around me all the time until I catch his tail again. But knowing he's in London, the game won't end, I'll put He sent him to hell himself, by the way, I think of a more desperate means of death than burial alive, I can seal his seven orifices with asphalt..." Sherlock said, paused, and turned to John, "John ! There are benefits to living with you, I always thought you were an inspiration!"

"I haven't done this kind of charity for more than half a year."

Sherlock turned around and bumped into John's stomach inadvertently. John stood behind him and almost fell down. Sherlock couldn't help reaching out to hold John's stomach, and pulled him closer with both hands until John's belly button was attached to his lower abdomen. Sherlock stared at his big belly obsessively, "How did I get you big?"

Taking advantage of the danger, he spread the helpless John's legs apart, carried it on his shoulders, and swallowed his penis down his throat, almost killing John, and then held John down half coaxing and half lying, that's it It was unreasonable to break the other place and won the bid once.

Sherlock raised his gaze and focused his attention on John's chest. There were two abrupt water stains, which soaked the white cotton T, and the cotton T fabric became transparent, and the pink nipples were dotted there.John's nipples were sensitive and sweet as if they had been drenched with saliva.

John found out that he was looking at the place where his milk spilled without blinking, his face was hot and red instantly, John Watson, you are so inferior, there is nothing else on your body that he has not seen except your internal organs.

Sherlock has lost his sense of smell but not his memory, he must remember everything he does, he must remember everything he did during John's pregnancy, he must remember fucking John on the coffee table, or bullying John to death The death scene, John is not attractive to him now, but Sherlock can still recall those heart-shattering, almost overwhelming details.

John took a step back, wrapping himself in his nightgown.

Sherlock seemed to regain his composure, he let go of John's stomach, and sat down on the small square table by the window, Mrs. Hudson came up with the silver plate as usual, she was very happy to see John out of the hospital, and kissed John hard on the forehead as a celebration of Sherlock staring at the landlady without saying a word and kissing him.

The two sat facing each other, and John could now comfortably read to him the murderous cases that happened in the newspaper without being interrupted by a clingy kiss.

Sherloc looked over his shoulder at the unresolved missing person on the wall, Moriarty was still calling him in the dark corner, and even if Sherlock stumbled once, he would still go to the appointment without hesitation.

"Don't think about it again, die once." John warned him seriously. When he was serious, he couldn't find the slightest kindness and kindness of progesterone. When he was serious, he was as firm as a rock. canines.

A loyal, large dog dedicated to the military.

Sherlock turned his eyes back to his face, and he glanced calmly at the gauze in John's hand again.

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John's hands finally returned to normal after two weeks, and the nails grew back. There were slight scratches on the fleshy finger pads, but these marks would be repaired sooner or later with merciful time and completely disappeared.

Sherlock lost his sense of smell. The downside was that he couldn't directly distinguish between poisonous and non-toxic alkaloids. The upside was that he could do experiments at home.

The sofa moved back into place, Sherlock walked from the dining table to find his thesis materials, the bookshelf was next to the armrest of the sofa, John leaned on the back of the sofa and dozed off, Sherlock watched him put on the clothes he bought earlier White long sleeve dress with a woolen blanket over the shoulders, the doctor's legs are smooth, Sherlock is puzzled by this, because John has sexy chest hair but why his legs are so smooth, the magazine in John's hand is about to fall Going down, Sherlock picked up the magazine from his lap, put it on the coffee table, then bent down, put his arms through his waist, and his thighs, trying to hug him sideways, Sherlock frowned, his movements stiff in mid-air .

Sherlock hadn't tried to hold him sideways since John was five months old, and now that John's weight made him unattractive, Sherlock lifted him by two centimeters and had to sink John back on the cushion.

John woke up just like that, eyes open, arms still around Sherlock's neck.

He looked at Sherlock's handsome face up close, then closed his eyes naturally, his eyelashes fluttered slightly, raised his chin slightly towards Sherlock, and sent his lips over, looking like he was waiting for a kiss, Sherlock suddenly came so close Posting it, John thought he wanted to kiss himself.

John's lips waited a long time in the air for nothing, and he opened his eyes again to find Sherlock looking at him in a breathless state.

"I just want to put you back in bed... nothing else..."

John would have misunderstood it, he looked embarrassed, and said awkwardly, "I thought, oh, I misunderstood, uh, because you usually want that when you're so close, I mean, I don't have anything else Meaning…" John explained awkwardly.

"If you have to ask me to do something, I can kiss you on the cheek." Sherlock looked at him.

Oh, come to think of it, John is now his savior, and Sherlock will do everything possible to repay him, including agreeing to continue living with him, including allowing John to sleep in his bed, including if John needs him to "do something", He could satisfy John.

"Um, I don't need you to kiss me on the cheek... I don't need you to kiss me on the cheek..." John's heart was pounding, Sherlock was so close to him, his hot breath lifted John's eyelashes.

"You have to want lips to lips?"

John choked for a moment, unable to refute, yes he wanted to, God, he could sit around and wait all day for Sherlock's lip liner to rub against his ears.

Sherlock sat down next to him, rubbing his suit pants with his hands, John watched his movements, and Sherlock said seriously, "Okay, I can try."

John stared at him in disbelief, "Can you try...?"

Sherlock now looks like he's about to defuse a bomb, debating whether to cut the blue wire or the red wire.

"Yes, if you want."

John hesitated for a long time, Sherlock kept looking at him with bright eyes, and almost scanned an X-ray for John directly.

John nodded, God, God, Sherlock saw him nodding, he wanted it and Sherlock would give it to him, John gripped the arm of the sofa nervously, Sherlock lowered his eyelashes, leaned in, his beautiful lips rested on John's edge, "Do you really want this?"

John murmured, "Yes, Sherlock, I do."

Sherlock gently pinched his chin with one hand, and pressed it against his lips, a fiery softness rubbed against John's veins, John moaned the moment he touched it, oh, he waited for half a month Waiting for this irreplaceable moment.

John slowly parted his lips to invite him, Sherlock paused to suck his lips, and left him, John looked at his expression suspiciously, Sherlock put him in his arms, let John sit on his lap, holding John's back.

"You want me to put my tongue in there?"

Damn, he has to ask every step! John nodded vigorously, "Come in, Sherlock, I want your tongue."

Sherlock hugged him flushed, moist warm lips kissed him, John put his arms around his neck, opened his mouth, Sherlock gently scraped John's palate with his tongue, John whimpered, oh shit, what a genius can be made Such an exquisite kissing technique, Sherlock's tongue was like a spoon stirring syrup in his mouth, rolled it again, and licked John's palate again, John couldn't bear it, his body went through a dizzying electric current , Sherlock took him there, put John's tongue in his mouth, and bit it down with his teeth, keeping John immobile.

"Sher...lock..." John called him subconsciously, with his hands hanging on Sherlock's body, his nipples were constantly soaking wet, because Sherlock was holding his breasts with his palms, pressing his thumbs on his nipples, pushing him The overflowing nipple pressed into the soft fat, making a small groove, and John couldn't help shivering, sending shudders down his spine.

Probably not even Sherlock himself knew that he was unintentionally playing with John's tits.

The haughty thumb frivolously scraped across the wet surface of the clothes, scraped over, dragged lightly, and then firmly pressed down on his nipple to sharpen it vigorously, with a rhythmic rotation between the fingertips and the pink nipple.

After kissing for more than ten minutes, almost forever, the two parted breathlessly, Sherlock looked at John's bright red and swollen lips bitten by himself, John whimpered unbearably, "Your hand...Sherlock... "

Sherlock looked down at his own fingers that were squeezing his nipples, he froze for a moment, then let go, "I didn't mean to..."

John gasped in relief.

Sherlock frowned, he lifted John up, and John stood up in front of him, Sherlock looked at his wet knees with the eyes of witnessing a miracle, the suit pants were wet and stuck to his hard knees, no Unbearable to see, John stood in front of him with his fists clenched in bewilderment.

Sherlock looked up at him, "You're wet…"

"Damn it, can you just not say it..." John couldn't face him.

Just a kiss! John Watson!You are so worthless!

Sherlock stretched out his hands eager to learn, and twisted John's skirt, "Let... let me see..."

"Fuck you! What's there to see!"

"I just want to see it."

"It's not like you haven't seen it!"

"I feel like I haven't seen it."

"You've watched it hundreds of times!"

"John! I haven't seen you in my waking state."

"I don't think you're awake at all."

Sherlock leaned back on the back of the sofa, calmed down a bit, his irises were still faintly dripping with wisdom, "You're so wet. How did you do it?"

"Self-lubrication, you refused to tell me, I went to Google myself."

"Oh, but generally Omega who have experienced the first night will not lubricate themselves like this outside of the estrous period, you are simply a tide, my pants are so dirty that you can wring out water, and I have nothing yet Dry."

"What are you trying to say?"

Sherlock glanced up at him, "So... I want to find out..."

John looked at him incredulously, Sherlock's excuse was really high-sounding, he wanted to see John's little asshole, because he wanted to study the experimental subject of Omega's self-lubrication in a sober state, and there is no demon in the world who can surpass Sherlock's attainments .

What he said was so straightforward, indeed much more serious than when he was tempted, and John couldn't help but soften his heart.

"just looking?"

Sherlock nodded sincerely, "I'm not controlled by your Omega breath now, I have the ability to think, and I'm still calm, aren't I?"

John licked his lips nervously, "You know you're calmly asking for something stupid..."

Sherlock grinned, "Of course I know, I want to see you, come to me, my dear John."