[Thomas found himself biting his lower lip when Minho hummed against his skin, eyes following him as he moved back. There was something to be said about the way the light from the fire in the fireplace danced above Minho's skin. It was infatuating, capturing Thomas attention for a second too long before the movement eventually made him look at Minho's eyes again.
He licked his own lips, once more, lowered the hand on his chest to his belly before moving it away completely, to rest, instead, on Minho's shoulder. He needed the extra support.
Moving closer, with the help of his feet, legs straddling Minho still, he moved until he figured it was close enough, leaning in to kiss him before slowly beginning to pull him down with him. It was much easier like this, to have Minho hovering over him, the position far more comfortable. He did curse, under his breath, when his back touched the floor - the damn thing was cold - but then he returned his focus to the other. This was already more than what they had done, that day, in the maze.]
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He licked his own lips, once more, lowered the hand on his chest to his belly before moving it away completely, to rest, instead, on Minho's shoulder. He needed the extra support.
Moving closer, with the help of his feet, legs straddling Minho still, he moved until he figured it was close enough, leaning in to kiss him before slowly beginning to pull him down with him. It was much easier like this, to have Minho hovering over him, the position far more comfortable. He did curse, under his breath, when his back touched the floor - the damn thing was cold - but then he returned his focus to the other. This was already more than what they had done, that day, in the maze.]