Hey,
Sorry it took so long, but this story is nearly over now! Its the longest I've ever written and I'm pretty happy with it.
I dont know whether to publish their wedding seperatly or include it in this story, thought?
WARNING SEXY TIMES AHEAD!
Now you've been warned I do hope you enjoy - please review!
Their bedroom door clicked shut as Sherlock set to work on John's buttons, John was attempting to kick off his shoes but the overwhelming passion from Sherlock was making it difficult. He cupped Sherlock's jaw and pulled it close enough to presser a heated kiss to Sherlock's lips.
"John..." Sherlock mumbled.
"I know, I know." John whispered soothingly.
They fumbled with each other's clothes, before swapping to handle to their own to speed to process off. As they each slipped their underwear off their eyes met, and large smiles spread across their faces. The pulled each other close again, taking time with a slow, gentle kiss that promised much more but did not rush anything. Sherlock's hips did an involuntary jerk as his erection brushed with John's.
John's hand traced lightly down Sherlock's side, causing a shiver to run through him, before he grasped the other man's hand and pulled him gently towards their bed.
Sherlock lay on his back and pulled John to straddle his slight hips, he leaned down and pressed kisses along Sherlock's jaw, down his neck before nipping gently and Sherlock's collarbone, cause his chest to surge upwards.
"John!" He almost shouted, in pleasure and desperation.
John chuckled, reaching down to play with Sherlock's long fingers he continued planting kisses along the pale man's body.
"I could do this all day, you're so beautiful." John words were rich and honest.
"Please don't," Sherlock gasped, "I don't think I could take it."
John looked Sherlock in the eyes and smirked, "Don't tempt me."
Sherlock groaned and pulled John flat against him, beginning a messy kiss and trying to control the stutter of his hips, "I need you, John."
John gave Sherlock a few quick pecks against his lips and then pulled himself up again. "I know, I need you too." He leaned over to their bedside table and pulled a bottle a lube from the drawer.
"Quickly John, I'm ready, don't take too long." Sherlock begged.
"Okay, Sherlock, but I want to be safe. I'd never forgive myself if I hurt you."
"You couldn't John," Sherlock said sombrely, "You could never hurt me."
John gave a small smile and began to coat his fingers. "How do you want to do this?"
"On my back, I want to see you."
"Okay, good. I want to see you too, you look so beautiful when you orgasm." With that he pushed Sherlock's legs apart and began to press his fingers against Sherlock's entrance, going straight for 2 fingers, Sherlock was right he never did need much preparation, but John hated the idea of hurting him.
"Ahh, John. God that feels good!" Sherlock moaned, "More! I need more!"
John moved his 2 fingers a few more times to be safe, before adding a third, which had Sherlock whimpering and canting his hips helplessly.
"John I want you!" He cried.
"Okay love," John soothed, being careful to prepare Sherlock properly. He position himself better, before coating his cock and sliding easily into his lover.
"God, you feel amazing." He whispered.
"Oh God John, you're perfect." Sherlock hissed back desperately trying to help John find the perfect angle.
"Fuck!" He yelled as the head of John's cock brushed his prostate, "More!"
"Everything..." John mumbled, "it's yours."
They bucked against each other, finding the best rhythm, eyes squeezed tightly shut but forcing open to look at one another now and again.
"I need you, I'm sorry John," Sherlock panted, "I was so stupid. I love you."
"It's okay," John soothed, "it's okay to be scared. I love you too. So much."
"I'm close," Sherlock warned, desperately trying to touch John's cock against his prostate again, as John wrapped his strong fingers around Sherlock's length and began pumping steadily.
"Me too, I'm really close." John groaned.
"Yes, just there." Sherlock babbled and then came with a shout of 'John' before he was drowned out with a shout of 'fuck!' from John as he too climaxed, shaking for a few seconds before releasing his hold on Sherlock's softening member and sagging against him, in the sticky mess streaking his stomach and chest.
They breathed heavily against each other for a while, not saying anything before Sherlock pressed a tender kiss against John's crown.
"We should probably get a shower, much as I enjoy you smelling of sex, it's probably inappropriate to arrive at ones wedding smelling of it. Plus," Sherlock added, "it would be rude for the guests to be made even more jealous that I get to be with you than they already will be."
"Very smooth, Mr. Holmes," John said sleepily, "it must be your charm that got me." He joked.
"Come on," Sherlock said shifting John upwards and heading towards the bathroom.
"Okay coming now." John said, moving to follow him.