[ As far as Minho could tell, Thomas was keeping up just fine. No reservations or awkwardness or shameful hesitation. Every time he renewed his hold on Minho's back, every time his fingers dug into his healing injury even by accident it sent a shiver through him, making him gasp and arch his back. It wasn't painful, but damn if it wasn't still sensitive enough to make it difficult to keep track of what his hands were supposed to be doing.
What were they supposed to be doing? Well, one shifted along Thomas' lower back under his shirt (which, really, was beginning to annoy him just being there). The other travelled from his hair to his neck, calloused fingers moving over the soft skin of his throat before pushing at, the under the collar, digging into his shoulder.
Perhaps surprisingly, Minho moved with him easily when the other decided to scatter kisses elsewhere, tilting his head to accomodate him as Thomas kissed his jaw and neck. This also meant that any noise he made went unchecked, but that just proved to be another thing he wasn't shy about. He didn't want to stop himself, not now, especially not when the feeling of lips on the side of his neck came together with a tug at his hair. There was no reason to stifle the breathy sound rising from his chest in response. But it was a relief to be able to kiss back again, to be able to do more again, and now he wanted to return the favor.
Without thinking about it much, his lips followed the trail of his hand, down Thomas' neck to his throat just to see what would happen. ]
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What were they supposed to be doing? Well, one shifted along Thomas' lower back under his shirt (which, really, was beginning to annoy him just being there). The other travelled from his hair to his neck, calloused fingers moving over the soft skin of his throat before pushing at, the under the collar, digging into his shoulder.
Perhaps surprisingly, Minho moved with him easily when the other decided to scatter kisses elsewhere, tilting his head to accomodate him as Thomas kissed his jaw and neck. This also meant that any noise he made went unchecked, but that just proved to be another thing he wasn't shy about. He didn't want to stop himself, not now, especially not when the feeling of lips on the side of his neck came together with a tug at his hair. There was no reason to stifle the breathy sound rising from his chest in response. But it was a relief to be able to kiss back again, to be able to do more again, and now he wanted to return the favor.
Without thinking about it much, his lips followed the trail of his hand, down Thomas' neck to his throat just to see what would happen. ]