[Oh God, was the second coherent thought he managed to have. Or well, as close to coherent as it could get, really, given the circumstances. For someone who was constantly thinking (and over-thinking) things, it was amazing how quickly Minho managed to just shut the voice in his mind, communication coming in motion rather than thought.
It was hard to describe what that intense look did to him, but it did things, things that only made Thomas cling to Minho that much harder, kisses coming hungrier, rougher.
Their new position was better for comfort and space, though the fact that they were both sitting down was still a little bit weird. Normally, if his mind wasn't as dizzy, Thomas would have tugged Minho along, tried to get him on his knees instead, but, as it was, he was far too focused on his lips, his mouth, his tongue, to really be able to do much more than try to keep up.
That is, until that hand came to rest on his side, over his skin, making Thomas feel hot all over. And as if that wasn't enough, Minho was gracing him with a moan of his own, over something he did and - God - if that didn't send all sorts of shivers everywhere down his body. He definitely wanted more of it, too.
He pressed further against him, meeting his tongue with his, allowing the kiss to go as deep as they could possibly make it. Hand tugging on his hair again, he only stopped to be able to breathe a bit better for a few seconds before going at it once more. Eventually, he did start to breach out, kissing Minho's cheek instead, his jaw, his neck, nose trailing his chin before he caught his lips again.]
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It was hard to describe what that intense look did to him, but it did things, things that only made Thomas cling to Minho that much harder, kisses coming hungrier, rougher.
Their new position was better for comfort and space, though the fact that they were both sitting down was still a little bit weird. Normally, if his mind wasn't as dizzy, Thomas would have tugged Minho along, tried to get him on his knees instead, but, as it was, he was far too focused on his lips, his mouth, his tongue, to really be able to do much more than try to keep up.
That is, until that hand came to rest on his side, over his skin, making Thomas feel hot all over. And as if that wasn't enough, Minho was gracing him with a moan of his own, over something he did and - God - if that didn't send all sorts of shivers everywhere down his body. He definitely wanted more of it, too.
He pressed further against him, meeting his tongue with his, allowing the kiss to go as deep as they could possibly make it. Hand tugging on his hair again, he only stopped to be able to breathe a bit better for a few seconds before going at it once more. Eventually, he did start to breach out, kissing Minho's cheek instead, his jaw, his neck, nose trailing his chin before he caught his lips again.]