[It sent a jolt up his spine to feel that grin into their kiss. It was a feeling that he had only felt once before, that one time in the maze, and that he too had thought about more than once since. It was electrifying and it carried Thomas on, as he pressed deeper into the kiss.
It was only when Minho pulled back that Thomas realized just how fast his breathing had gotten. The air was coming in and out in quick, harsh gasps, all against Minho's lips, forehead resting against his. He had to move back a little, in order to give him room to sit down again, eyes opening in the process.
He didn't give himself time to think. He moved, as well, planting his feet on the floor and straddling his legs in order to sit more comfortably in front of the other, a leg on each side of him. Then, he met his eyes again just before closing them in time with his approach.
He met his lips readily this time, eagerly. He kissed him once, twice, sucking softly on his bottom lip before allowing his tongue to come out, in an attempt to deepen the kiss even further. All rolling on sheer instinct, just like that one time before. When that tug to his hair came, though, Thomas couldn't help but let out a muffled sound against Minho's lips, back arching and body pressing a bit more against his. The hand on his neck lowered down, moving all over his naked back, unashamedly, long fingers curling into almost-claws as if he was trying to hold on, clinging for dear life.]
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It was only when Minho pulled back that Thomas realized just how fast his breathing had gotten. The air was coming in and out in quick, harsh gasps, all against Minho's lips, forehead resting against his. He had to move back a little, in order to give him room to sit down again, eyes opening in the process.
He didn't give himself time to think. He moved, as well, planting his feet on the floor and straddling his legs in order to sit more comfortably in front of the other, a leg on each side of him. Then, he met his eyes again just before closing them in time with his approach.
He met his lips readily this time, eagerly. He kissed him once, twice, sucking softly on his bottom lip before allowing his tongue to come out, in an attempt to deepen the kiss even further. All rolling on sheer instinct, just like that one time before. When that tug to his hair came, though, Thomas couldn't help but let out a muffled sound against Minho's lips, back arching and body pressing a bit more against his. The hand on his neck lowered down, moving all over his naked back, unashamedly, long fingers curling into almost-claws as if he was trying to hold on, clinging for dear life.]