[ The way it had turned out, sparing them both a lot of words and awkwardness, left Minho with no reason to complain at all. He was really starting to like the taste and smell of Thomas' skin, and how much he reacted to everything, both of them at least a little high on adrenaline and just each other.
The request-- order? made him stop, but not before having a shiver run down his spine. He wasn't sure what Thomas was thinking, awkward angles aside, but that didn't mean he wouldn't go along with it. Minho hummed assent against his skin but didn't want to break contact fully (again), so he placed one hand on Thomas' shoulder while putting the other on the ground, allowing him to disentangle himself. Once on his knees, Minho watched curiously, waiting to see if he had anything else in mind. ]
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The request-- order? made him stop, but not before having a shiver run down his spine. He wasn't sure what Thomas was thinking, awkward angles aside, but that didn't mean he wouldn't go along with it. Minho hummed assent against his skin but didn't want to break contact fully (again), so he placed one hand on Thomas' shoulder while putting the other on the ground, allowing him to disentangle himself. Once on his knees, Minho watched curiously, waiting to see if he had anything else in mind. ]