This is not the wedding chapter (I'm horrible I know, sorry- I am working on it) but here is pre-wedding porn instead so I think you won't be too upset. Warning smut below!
Ever the traditionalist Sherlock had insisted upon spending the eve of their wedding night apart, for reasons understood only by himself, resulting in separate rooms. Knowing that much of the money used to pay for the wedding was coming from Sherlock's parents (who had insisted) John hadn't protested too much about this extra expense even if it did seem a little unnecessary and ridiculous in these modern times.
Used to Sherlock's smothering warmth and octopus like arms John spends half the night tossing and turning until he can bare Sherlock's absence no longer. Pulling on his moss green dressing gown on over his mismatched set of pyjamas (consisting of a plain blue top and stripy red bottoms) John sneaks out into the hallway and down the corridor to Sherlock's room desperate to see him again.
He pauses momentarily outside the door where just hours ago he had kissed Sherlock goodnight (following a brief yet somewhat vocal talk about his so called pal Lestrade) and fishes in his pocket for the key card he had stolen from his beloved while saying his aforementioned goodnight.
Before he can change his mind John quickly slides the key card in the door and enters to find Sherlock sprawled out across a queen sized bed in expensive pyjamas clutching the toy elephant John had won him earlier in the afternoon. The room is dark save for a faint glow of moonlight that dances across the room. Sherlock's head turns to face the door as it scrapes open and John is greeted by impossible stormy eyes and the smirk of a smile.
"You should be asleep." Says John, unable to come up with anything better at the sight Sherlock clad in sultry silk, his voice barely a whisper in the near darkness.
"And you should be in your own room." Answers Sherlock, his own voice low and sensual.
"My fiancé will be furious if he catches you with me." He adds, his eyes smouldering with lust. Catching on to Sherlock's little game John closes the door behind him with a grin, suddenly understanding Sherlock's desire for separate rooms.
"Don't worry he won't find out, I'll make sure of that."
Sherlock lets go of his toy, letting it fall to the floor absent mindedly and pulls himself up to sit on the backs of his legs spreading them widely as he does so. John takes this as an invitation and steps further into the room, carefully making his way towards the bed. Due to the lowness of the bed the height difference between John and Sherlock is made almost non-existent allowing John to gently capture Sherlock's lips with his own without having to strain his neck.
One hand finds its way into Sherlock's wavy locks which are still slightly damp from the rain while the other travels down the curve of Sherlock's back taking in the soft glossy feel of silk pyjamas beneath his fingers before coming to a stop on Sherlock's arse, gently squeezing the sweet plump flesh. Sherlock groans into the kiss, wrapping his long arms loosely around John's neck. Sherlock presses into John letting the thickly stitched initials over his heart rub against John's chest as he erases the space separating them.
Pulling apart slightly John's hand departs from the tangle of Sherlock's dark curls to roughly trace the shape of the letters JW in the darkness. The fire inside him builds as Sherlock ruffles his short teddy bear hair and nips at his ears lightly, gently sucking on the sensitive flesh with a tongue experienced at providing him with pleasure.
John's bad leg aches slightly causing him to place his left knee up against the bed, resting it in the gap between Sherlock's legs. As he does so it makes contact with something large and hard. Sherlock gasps lewdly as John slowly starts to rock his leg against the hardness. Increasing the pressure slightly draws out yet more delicious whimpers from Sherlock's delicate throat.
"Need you, want you. Want to be inside you." Huff's John as he clutches desperately to Sherlock in between fiery kisses.
John's own arousal strains against its cottony confines begging for release as Sherlock's mouth starts to do wicked things to his throat. Tugging off his robe John makes up for the sudden loss of warmth by coaxing Sherlock even closer. The remainder of their clothes rub awkwardly as they rut against each other, preventing their roaming hands from properly feeling each other's warmth. Frustration slowly builds in John as his neglected cock aches against the prison of his ever tightening boxer shorts.
John fumbles in the darkness fighting to undo the infuriatingly tiny buttons of his lover's pyjama top. Refusing to be beaten by a simple garment, John attacks Sherlock's pyjamas with a growl causing buttons fly across the room in his haste to reach the milky white skin formally hidden beneath the rich cloth. Buttons gone John makes quick work on the rest of Sherlock's clothes, freeing large expanses of pale snowy skin which he kisses hungrily.
Excited by John's boldness Sherlock eagerly pulls at John's night things hurrying to undress him in return as the need to feel the warmth of their naked flesh pressed against each other consumes them.
Self-awareness flares inside John as Sherlock unabashed by his own beautiful nakedness pulls John's top over his head, revealing his ugly scarred shoulder beneath.
Noticing his embarrassment, Sherlock pulls him closer and covers his face with soft kisses while a hand slides over John's firm shoulder towards the now healed wound. His talented violinist's fingers carefully trace the scar cut into John's shoulder taking care not to agitate the sensitive skin, murmuring compliments as he does so.
"Brave, beautiful, wonderful, strong, handsome, mine…"
John's heart so rises as he stares into Sherlock's deep grey eyes and sees the truth of Sherlock's words reflected back at him. To Sherlock he is all these things and more and considering Sherlock is not a man to give compliments lightly it is not long before John's courage returns tenfold.
They shift on the bed, Sherlock letting go of John and falling backwards to rest comfortably above the duvet. John crawls onto the bed after him, slipping in between Sherlock's ridiculously long legs, pinning him to the mattress with another kiss. John presses close urgently rubbing their newly freed erections together eliciting a low howl of approval from Sherlock.
Sherlock wiggles beneath John, his long arms reaching for the drawer beside the bed and the bottle of lube that had been stashed there earlier. Passing the bottle to John Sherlock takes advantage of his position below John to ogle John's fit frame, his tight pecks and well defined stomach muscles made strong by years of stringent exercise.
One hand gently brushes up John's belly to his pert dusty brown nipples while the other rests on the curve of John's hip caressing the light covering of freckles that dust John's tanned skin. Sherlock plays with the tip of John's nipple rubbing circles with his thumb causing John to make the most agreeable of noises as he fiddles with the lid of the bottle, squeezing ample lube into his dominant hand and rubbing it into his fingers coating them generously before letting the bottle fall between two folds of linin on the already messed up bed.
It's not the first time they've done this but it's the first time John has taken the lead since he was injured so he takes extra care to stretch Sherlock properly, gradually inserting one lube coated finger into Sherlock's tight opening and working him open with precision before inserting another. John brushes his fingers against Sherlock's prostrate with soft feather like strokes as he prepares Sherlock, sliding wet fingers in and out of him, teasing his darling nearer to his release while ignoring his own.
John greedily feasts upon the sounds each artful touch draws from Sherlock until he is fisting the covers with one hand, twisting the other through John's short boyish locks and biting at trembling lips pleading for John to hurry up and fuck him. John lovingly complies, freeing his right hand from Sherlock's tight grip in order to grope around the bed in search of the lost bottle of lube. He finds it quickly and the blood surges downwards to his dick in anticipation.
The removal of his fingers from Sherlock's spread hole elicits yet another eager cry from Sherlock's lips as he withers on the bed aching for John's touch. John coats his hard prick in lube and Sherlock parts his legs wider impatient for John to fill him. Kneeling down John enters him slowly giving Sherlock time to adjust to his impressive length, savouring the intense feel of Sherlock's heat as it surrounds him.
Surging his hips forward, John thrusts deeply into Sherlock; taking his erection in hand as he does so. Their hearts thump wildly in excitement as they move together in unison creating a thunderous rhythm. Desperate for more contact Sherlock wraps his long legs around John's middle, curling them tightly around John's sturdy frame, impaling John further inside.
Taking advantage of the better position John takes hold of Sherlock's swollen dick stroking him lovingly. Pressing his long fingers up into his mouth Sherlock tries in vain to stifle his sweet audible cries as John begins to increase his pace.
A sudden twist of John's palm brings Sherlock to an abrupt end as an intense climax overcomes him, his back arching upwards as he cries something along the lines of Ohmygodyesjohn. Sherlock's walls tighten reflexively as he comes, his ejaculation spilling thickly onto John's stomach painting him with his seed. John comes undone shortly after crying out Sherlock's name as he releases with a shudder, collapsing bonelessy on top of Sherlock.
Hope you liked this fill, as I'm still unsure about writing full sex scenes.