Sherlock's jacket was off by the time he fell back against the large, plush bed, and he grinned, cupping John's jaw and pressing another long kiss to his lips. It felt different, this time. He didn't know explicitly what it was, and he wasn't going to question it. Instead of hurrying, he let John slowly unbutton his shirt, closing his eyes as he felt the material slide over his shoulders and to the floor. He hummed appreciatively at John's fingers running delicately over his pale skin, and finally brought himself back to focus to slip John's shirt off.
He blinked, and let himself appreciate what was in front of him for a moment. He smiled, moving forward and letting his slender fingers glide over the light blonde smattering of chest hair, before moving up to the nape of John's neck to pull him closer.
Sherlock fell back against the bed, and wrapped one arm around John's waist, his hand pressing against his lower back to press them together. He nipped and sucked at his husband's lips, feeling his own grow pleasantly tingly and raw. He felt his lips glide over John's neck, finding the spot that always made him squirm, before sucking and biting gently at the sensitive flesh, leaving a pink mark that would eventually grow a dark purple in the night.
John gasped, his body tensing at the initial contact. He let his eyes fall closed, and he focused simply on the man that was controlling him in such a way that made him almost feel like a puppet.
Sherlock's teeth grazed over his chest; stopping briefly to lick and suck his nipples to hardness before continuing on, down to John's waistband. "Seeing as neither of us remembered to pack a garter…" he murmured, pausing to unbutton John's trousers with his teeth. "I guess your flies are the next best thing". He winked, before taking the zip between his teeth and pulling it down with ease.
When John had half-shimmied out of his trousers, Sherlock moved down between his legs and kissed over his thighs before breathing hotly against the growing bulge in his boxers. He smiled slightly and moved closer, his nose brushing against the fabric before he mouthed at his cock, his eyes falling closed. He enjoyed this part almost as much as John did, and when he felt the fabric grow damp, he pulled down the only clothing that was separating him from what he wanted. He took a couple of seconds to take in John's appearance; the purple shade of his erection revealed how long the man had wanted this; and how much he had.
John looked down at Sherlock with blown pupils; his eyes dark with arousal. He shivered at the breaths and ran his fingers through the other man's dark curls, not so discretely nudging him towards his aching cock.
Sherlock chuckled, and glanced up. "Patience never has been our forte, love" he murmured, finally giving in and taking the tip of John's cock between his tips, his tongue running over the slit, tasting the precome that had already pooled. He slowly moved down until his nose was nestled in John's pubic hair, and he closed his eyes, thanking that his lack of a gag reflex allowed him to do this. He heard John's gasps and moans, and he rubbed his thighs together, wanting touch for himself.
He carefully pulled off and stood, pulling his shirt over his head. He groaned when he got caught, and immediately started giggling, tripping on a shoe and landing back on the bed, completely blind with the fabric wrapped around his head. John snorted and watched for a moment, before helping him out of the shirt. He rolled his eyes. "you try to be sexier than normal, and that's what happens. Avoid it next time" he winked, but leaned down, pressing a passionate kiss to his lips. "That was cute, though".
Sherlock groaned and huffed as he quickly shuffled out of his trousers and boxers. "That wasn't meant to be cute. Cute isn't what you want on a honeymoon".
John was breathing heavily as he added a second finger to the one inside Sherlock, and he smiled when he saw the man's back arch, gasping as he hit his prostate. Impatient as John was, Sherlock was no better, and he was soon begging for John, scratching at his back and leaving red marks over him. The man eventually gave in, and lined up above Sherlock. He leaned down to kiss him as he gently, ever so carefully pressed in, stilling for a moment or so to let them both adjust.
Sherlock cried out when John finally entered him, and he groaned, his eyes squeezing shut as he forced himself to relax. It was never entirely comfortable for the first couple of minutes however long they'd been prepping, and eventually he nodded, opening his eyes and pulling John closer, rolling his hips as if giving him permission. "Go on. Fuck me" he whispered, his eyes almost pleading. The other man didn't need anything else, and he nodded, starting to move; almost completely out of Sherlock before pressing back in, keeping the pace slow. He dragged it out, noticing as Sherlock's breathing became more erratic as he grasped onto his arms, desperate for more stimulation.
John started pressing in properly, shoving a pillow under Sherlock's hips so when he aimed he'd hit his prostate. He groaned at the tight heat that was surrounding him, and muffled both of their groans with a kiss when they found the right pace. They had intended to switch positions but found no need, instead revelling in the fact that they'd found a position that left them both just on the edge of orgasm, not quite able to fall over.
It lasted for a while; longer than usual, before Sherlock looked at John desperately. "P-please" he begged quietly, his fingers claws around John's back. John nodded, and slipped his hand between them, wrapping his fingers around Sherlock's cock. He pumped slowly; an entirely different rhythm to his thrusts, and a final kiss to the slender man's neck had him coming, a high scream passing his lips as his body grew ridged; his back arching from the bed.
It took John a couple more movements to come just from that sound, and he pressed deep into Sherlock as he felt the man's muscles clench around him. He groaned Sherlock's name, and fell beside him on the bed, spent.
When Sherlock had caught his breath, he laughed, and looked up at the high ceiling, before looking out of one of the windows.
"How about a skinny dip?"