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"Knock, knock, knock," a gentle tapping sound. Watson opened the door to find Holmes slipping in, bringing a gust of cold air.
"You'll be spotted by Sardine and the others like this," Watson grumbled, glaring. "Besides, it's so late. I need to rest early to prepare for tomorrow's fishing." He yawned and announced, turning away and completely missing Holmes's mischievous grin.
A pair of slender, bony hands cupped his face, silencing his remaining protests between their lips. Feeling Holmes's lean yet strong arm wrap around his waist, Watson instinctively looped his arms around his lover's neck, deepening the kiss.
Holmes whispered two words into Watson's ear, barely finishing before Watson nearly jumped. "You're insane, Holmes. This is someone else's house..." His voice trailed off as he met his young husband's laughing gray eyes.
"As long as you stay quiet, we won't be caught, my dear Watson," Holmes practically purred. Watson could feel his high nose bridge brushing lightly behind his ear, hot breath tingling his skin like a bolt of lightning.
"But, but..." His dwindling reason still fought back. Watson shook his head slightly to face Holmes properly. Without distractions, he finally thought of another excuse: "But there's no lubrication here..."
Holmes's eyes lit up instantly. "Then we'll just have to improvise, my love." His tone grew light and cheerful.
"What... improvise?" Watson was still clueless.
Fortunately, the great detective didn’t mind giving his beloved student a few pointers. "I trust you won’t mind using saliva to help lubricate for us," he murmured, half-dragging and half-embracing Watson until he sat on the bed. The position left Watson directly facing Holmes’s crotch, and as the heavy flesh in Holmes’s trousers began to swell, the army doctor’s legs instinctively parted.
At this point, Watson obediently unzipped it, and the hot cock popped out almost immediately, not yet fully erect, slightly sagging. Watson's mouth was dry for a while, but he didn't dare to move. "I've taken a shower, sweetheart." Holmes urged softly.
Well, Watson licked the top of the pillar in small mouthfuls, trying to avoid making an obscene sniffing sound. Holmes let out a sigh of contentment, and Watson took this as an encouragement to himself, he ate the whole column from the bottom up, his tongue swept over the hideous green veins, and he could feel the cock slowly filling his mouth.
Fortunately, the military doctor would not retreat, he held Holmes' thighs with both hands, gently spit out a little flesh, looked up and licked from the top to the root while observing Holmes' expression, until he felt that the erect glans was against his pharynx before he completely spit it out and sucked on the bulging balls. Watson did not forget his task: to smear his saliva on this thing that made him want to die.
"Finished? This isn't enough," Watson unfortunately encountered a rather strict teacher. "Such little effort will hurt yourself, my dear. Keep going." Holmes arched his back slightly, using the precum from his glans to coat Watson's lips in a glossy sheen.
A pair of large hands rested on his head, forcing Watson to lower himself and take it all in. His nimble tongue continuously wrapped around the shaft, trying to leave more saliva on it while carefully keeping his teeth away and attentively sucking on his young husband's member. Though his lips struggled to encase the shaft, shiny strands of drool still dribbled uncontrollably from the corners of his mouth.
The cock in her mouth thrusts out, unpleasant but deep. Watson could feel the tip of the pillar rubbing against his pharynx again and again, and he couldn't help but want to retch, but his big hand buried his head deeper. "Soon, my Watson, hold on." Hearing her husband's low voice, Watson tried to hold the cock in his mouth, and the strong sense of suffocation made him roll his eyes, his beautiful blue pupils were gone, and there was a shallow tear in his big eyes.
Holmes finally pulled the cock out of Watson's mouth, and it was still growing tonight. "All right, my dear. Breathe. Watson gasped and coughed violently, "Sherlock Holmes!! You really went too far this time...... Ah—"
Holmes posed his Watson in a position with his back to himself, holding his buttocks and eagerly inserting it. "Very well lubricated, sweetheart, you lick me hard," Holmes reached out to Watson and laughed lowly. "But are you sure you want to scream like this? I don't think the soundproofing here is particularly good. The tight intestines rushed up like a horny slut, and the silky wrapping made Holmes gasp, and he continued to chisel in as he adjusted his posture.
"It's not...ah...because of you..." Watson stubbornly retorted out of habit, yet the relentless thrusts left his words fragmented. He could only grip the pillow tightly beside him to steady himself as much as possible. "...Too deep...ah..."
"Do you need me to help you, my dear?" Holmes quickened the movements under him, and as his lover nodded delirously, he reached out to cover Watson's mouth and thrust hard into the deepest part of his intestines. At this time, every point hidden in the folds of the intestine was dug up and exposed, and the sensitive mucous membrane densely covered with pleasure nerves was violently mixed by the cock, and Watson's tail spine trembled and numb, letting out a long whimper.
"I can't go on... Holmes..." Watson's voice trembled as he cried out.
Holmes kept moving, "This is just the beginning, Watson, you used to ride horses and hunt, you can definitely do it." He shook Watson's slender waist covered with muscles, vigorously, and every time he went into it, the balls and Watson's beautifully shaped buttocks collided with an obscene snapping sound, making Watson blushing and heartbeating, and the intestinal juice soaked a large sheet, but his buttocks were still shaking to cater to the bouncing cock again and again.
"Marching in India to hunt tigers, what a charming experience it must have been—I suppose that’s how he boasted to that young and lovely barmaid as well..."
"What..." Watson’s mind had completely shut down, and he murmured in a daze.
Holmes felt a gaffe, frowned in annoyance, and simply stopped explaining, and pulled Watson's upper body towards him with his slender and strong arms, making his buttocks pout slightly and pressing tightly against his lower abdomen. Watson was almost pressed by him on this cock.
This position was deep and rapid, especially as Holmes seemed determined to punish Watson, every dozen thrusts or so grinding hard and deep against that tender little ring at the end of the passage. The overwhelming pleasure made Watson's mouth fall open, his eyes reddening at the corners, his gaze unfocused as he panted heavily.
After a dazzling white light in front of him, Watson twitched and straightened his waist. He was released. The exhaustion from the orgasm made him unable to lift a finger, "Husband...... When will it end..." Watson strategically gave up the dignity of the elderly, and if he still had this, he gently coquettishly beggared his husband to beg the sex to end quickly.
Unfortunately, his plan failed, and the military doctor's weakness was exchanged for one violent collision after another. Watson felt his lower abdomen being pressed hard by Holmes' hand, and the softer and more sensitive meat after orgasm made the slightest stimulation more distinct, and the thick and long flesh almost penetrated him. In a vague way, he thought he was a container, and the only task and meaning in the world was to hold the cock behind him. The strong physical and psychological stimulation made Watson's eyes darken, and his consciousness was briefly blurred.
Confirmed that the lover was just fainting with excitement, Holmes broke Watson's legs against his chest, his strong waist continued to swing back and forth, and the cock was firm and full. He was dizzy and ejaculated countless times until he felt the rough fibers of the carpet rubbing against his skin, and he found that he had been half-dragged from the bed to the bottom of the bed at some point.
"Husband... I... Sherlock holmes... I really can't do it......" Watson cried as he hugged Holmes' neck with both hands, and was so fucked that his tongue fell out. Holmes moved his cock against the deep flesh ring and grinded like a pile, "And... Sardines they... They will hear ......," Watson muttered.
Holmes frowned even more when he heard this, and the jealousy that had been almost subdued was ignited again, and without saying a word, he carried Watson to the bed and turned over, and the cock stabbed into the red mouth again, and began to be deep and ruthless, so that the small eyes deep in the intestines were pierced.
His dear Watson had no idea that he was the truly "charming" one. Every time Holmes heard Watson chatting with all sorts of beautiful ladies, though he appeared utterly composed on the surface, the flames of jealousy within him could have burned down all of Baker Street. His adorable army doctor effortlessly attracted admirers wherever he went—whether it was a young girl on one side or an old classmate on the other. Holmes kept his hands busy but seethed inwardly. Yet he couldn't bring himself to complain—wasn’t he himself drawn to such brightness and warmth?
A sharp thrill surged through Watson's spine, sending waves of pleasure coursing through his entire body. The sudden thrust left him choking back a gasp. With a series of crisp slaps, heat bloomed across his backside, and it took him a moment to register what had happened. Disbelief flooded his eyes as he turned to stare at Holmes.
Holmes deliberately didn't look at him, anyway, the meat on his buttocks was too much to be beaten, so he simply jerked his cock hard while fanning him, and rhythmically fucked him deeply. "Baby, do you know if it's wrong." Holmes asked seductively and seductively.
As the cock hit the heart and bladder at the bottom of the intestines deeper and deeper, Watson would definitely be able to judge how unreasonable this was if he still had his senses, but unfortunately the cock was stabbed too deeply, as if it had directly opened up his intestines and brain, and shattered his reason. The pleasure of overloading had forced Watson's eyes to be completely out of focus, "I was wrong... Husband...... I was wrong... I love you......" The veteran whimpered entirely on the instincts of a small animal, looking back and begging, "Hurry up and finish... I can't..."
"My dear darling." Gazed upon by those misty blue eyes, Holmes was willing to give everything, even his own life, for their owner. How fortunate he was to be favored by such beautiful eyes—why should he care about those irrelevant people? Holmes sighed, "I love you too." In the end, Holmes gave Watson's backside a firm thrust and slapped his waist.
Watson's bladder felt like it was about to burst, his buttocks trembling wildly as a rush of heat surged in. With a cracked scream, he collapsed limply onto the bed.
Clutching his most treasured possession tightly, Sherlock sought the doctor’s kiss, their lips and tongues entwined in a lingering embrace. As his hand roamed, he felt the dampness covering Watson’s front.
He was incontinent.
Early the next morning.
"Good morning, Mr. Holmes. What a splendid morning it is. Royna and I made the most excellent eggs this morning. Why hasn’t Bulinko come down for breakfast yet?" Seeing Holmes take his seat at the table, Mr. Taunton greeted him warmly.
"Perhaps he wanted to rest a bit longer," Holmes remarked calmly, reaching for the newspaper with an air of composure. "Watson fell off the roof yesterday and injured his back. We plan to go fishing the day after tomorrow."
"Of course," said Miss Featherington cheerfully. "By the way, Reggie just told me he heard eerie screams again last night. I said, how could that be? You've already completely resolved the mummy issue. Right, Mr. Holmes?"
"Oh, yes, yes." Holmes scratched his face behind the newspaper, and within five minutes, he stood up again hastily, explaining, "I’ll go check on Watson."
Indeed,Holmes couldn’t get to bed for a long time afterward.
(I don’t know how to explain the stained sheets either, but Holmes will figure it out, hmm.)
Mini Scene:
One night long, long afterward
Holmes, finally able to go to bed: (gently moving)
Watson: (hesitantly) Do that thing from last time again.
Holmes: ??????
English is not my native language, so I've used machine translation for this. Please leave your comments and kudos. THANKS!：)