[ This? This was easier than words, clearer. He'd almost worried for that half second it took Thomas to figure out how to react, but that was all lost to just tugging hands and a rough, hungry kiss that didn't leave room for thinking. Even having it returned at all made Minho grin into it, any doubts and second-guessing going right out the window. Finally. The fact that he was getting oil smeared into his hair didn't even enter his mind.
The only reason he pulled back was to give himself time for a hurried gasp of breath, and to sit back down before he kissed him again, lips parted and still as hurried, as urgent as before. He'd thought about this more than once since that moment in the maze. One hand still fisted in the other's shirt, he brought the free one up to return the favor and tug at Thomas' hair. ]
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The only reason he pulled back was to give himself time for a hurried gasp of breath, and to sit back down before he kissed him again, lips parted and still as hurried, as urgent as before. He'd thought about this more than once since that moment in the maze.
One hand still fisted in the other's shirt, he brought the free one up to return the favor and tug at Thomas' hair. ]