[He whimpered, softly, when Minho moved his hands away. It hadn't been his intention for him to actually move away, just for them to slow down the kissing a little so he could remove those layers of clothing. But well, it was done, and Thomas should probably hurry up with it.
Grabbing the hem of his shirt with both hands, he moved it up and removed it completely through his head, placing it next to his jacket on the floor. He met Minho's eyes again, then, smiling back at the smirk he was given. The touch made him shiver-- The contradiction of contradictions, given how hot it actually made him feel. He reached out, too, one hand resting, spread open, over Minho's chest, the other settling at the side of his neck.
He swallowed at the words, tongue coming out to lick his own lips.]
I might have realized. [He started, eyes going from Minho's own to his lips and back.] Midway through.
[He used the thumb of the hand resting on Minho's neck to trail over his jawline.]
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Grabbing the hem of his shirt with both hands, he moved it up and removed it completely through his head, placing it next to his jacket on the floor. He met Minho's eyes again, then, smiling back at the smirk he was given. The touch made him shiver-- The contradiction of contradictions, given how hot it actually made him feel. He reached out, too, one hand resting, spread open, over Minho's chest, the other settling at the side of his neck.
He swallowed at the words, tongue coming out to lick his own lips.]
I might have realized. [He started, eyes going from Minho's own to his lips and back.] Midway through.
[He used the thumb of the hand resting on Minho's neck to trail over his jawline.]