CHAPTER 16.
Here's jour daily dose of porn – cause what wedding would it be without wedding night? :)
(I still have high fever so blame all mistakes on it, please,)
Also – hi Dad! I hope you like it!
It's dark and it's raining slightly, spring at it's first days, as Sherlock and John come home. They close the door, hangs their coats and look at each other, smiling softly. John looks at his detective, taking in his shiny eyes, slightly blushed cheeks and perfect smile at his heart-shaped lips. He walks to him slowly, and kisses him, pouring all his love to this kiss. He tangles his one hand in soft locks on the nape od Sherlock's neck, slowly unbuttoning his jacket and sliding it from his arms. Younger man responds in a kind, hands sliding over John's chest and embracing him.
They kiss in perfect silence, disturbed only by quiet whisper of falling rain. Their tongues tangle, just as their arms in soundless demand to get closer.
John pulls out slightly, and laces their fingers, touching matching rings, simple, golden bands, on their fingers.
"You're my husband." He says like he couldn't believe it, rolling the word on his tongue.
"And you are mine." Whispers Sherlock, and kisses him again.
They go to the bedroom, slowly, never letting go of each other's hand and stealing kisses on their way. John closes the door behind them, and, all of sudden, pins Sherlock to them, pinning his wrists above his head and smiling mischievous smile. His husband looks at him with his perfect eyes, today more blue than ever with huge pupils, dilated by lust.
John kisses him, slow, sensual kiss, parting his legs with his knee - yes, he is short, but he'd be damned if it go into his way now. He unbuttons Sherlock's shirt still holding detective's arms firmly over his head, and fastens his mouth over his nipple. Sherlock arches under his manipulations, moaning gently.
John kisses him again, hard this time, swallowing his groans, and lets go of his arms, only to use his both hands to unfasten his belt and shove his trousers down his legs. He kneels between his newly married husband's legs and takes his cock into his mouth, humming slightly as Sherlock's knees almost give up. He starts bobbing his head, encouraged by Sherlock's hand, now tangled tightly into his hair. John can't help himself and looks up, meeting his husband's eyes, locked firmly with his, and the very sight makes him almost dizzy. It doesn't takes long and Sherlock's eyes closes, he arches his neck and comes shouting John's name.
John wraps his arms around him as detective slides heavily to the floor, and they kiss, messy, perfect kisses, as Sherlock wraps his long, skilled fingers around John's shaft and slowly strokes him into complection.
They lay heavily over the door, limbs tangled, breathing heavily and exchanging languid kisses, and they are both quite sure they must be the happiest people on the whole world.
Later, when they settle in bed, curled over each other, John stroking genly Sherlock's curls, good doctor whispers quietly "Thank you."
"For what?" Murmurs detective, already half asleep. "If you mean for sex..."
"Yeah, that too." John laughs under his breath. "But I meant for loving me. I'm honoured, you know."
They lie in silence, time passes, and John is almost alseep, when he hears it.
"Thank you too." Says Sherlock in almost silent whisper. "I have every intention for loving you till the very end."
THE END
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