[He should be really offended. That not only he didn't get an answer to anything he had just said, but that his words went seemingly completely ignored. He should be really offended. But he wasn't. Because whatever else he had wanted to say, whatever else he was thinking about, whatever else he wanted to point out-- It was gone the moment Minho kissed him.
He only had time to blink when he turned around, hands lifting. He gasped out of surprise when he was suddenly tugged close, lips parting, eyes widening and then everything just went completely and utterly silent. Still, for about half a second, soon Thomas' eyes were closing, one hand moving to the back of Minho's neck, the other digging into the back of his hair, fingers entwining with it and tugging, ever-so-slightly. Sorry (not sorry) about the oil. He kissed him back just as roughly as he had but also somewhat needy, hungry. A new thought finally formed in his head, taking over everything else in there, filling the sudden quiet. It was possibly the simplest, easiest thing to understand that had been on his mind for weeks, now. Minho.]
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He only had time to blink when he turned around, hands lifting. He gasped out of surprise when he was suddenly tugged close, lips parting, eyes widening and then everything just went completely and utterly silent. Still, for about half a second, soon Thomas' eyes were closing, one hand moving to the back of Minho's neck, the other digging into the back of his hair, fingers entwining with it and tugging, ever-so-slightly. Sorry (not sorry) about the oil. He kissed him back just as roughly as he had but also somewhat needy, hungry. A new thought finally formed in his head, taking over everything else in there, filling the sudden quiet. It was possibly the simplest, easiest thing to understand that had been on his mind for weeks, now. Minho.]