He allowed himself a moment, just a moment, to sit with the fact that this man - this beautiful, impossible man - might actually want him in his life. John let that realization sink in for a moment - his fingers shaking now against the downturned set of Sherlock’s mouth - and he didn’t know whether he wanted to laugh or cry.
Instead, he leaned forward and kissed Sherlock’s downturned mouth ~ ♡
Commission for holmesianpose ! :) Based on her story “Thirst”, which you guys can all read here .