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[ Minho closed his eyes as Thomas spread the oil over his skin. He wasn't sure if Thomas' talking made it more or less difficult to relax, but it was definitely making him think about how to shut him up. For now, he was content to just roll his shoulders, sigh, and attempt to make himself less tense. At least this was easier to bear than the light touch from the day before, surer somehow, more solid, but that didn't mean it wasn't still distracting. But when he stopped, trailing off like that? All bets were off.

Minho looked over his shoulder before very quickly shifting from sitting with his back to Thomas to facing him, one knee planted on the ground as he reached out. Grabbing him by the front of his shirt, Minho tugged him close enough to kiss him roughly. Just shut up for two seconds. ]