[Thomas wished that his brain worked like Minho's, sometimes. Thankfully, it was quiet now, focused on him and nothing else, on them, and though he didn't exactly have any experience with what they were doing, either, instinct seemed to be serving them just fine.
His breathing was faster and probably not slowing down any time soon. A low sound came from his throat at the feeling of Minho's fingers over his throat and chest, the vibrations definitely touching the other's skin. And if Minho was curious... Thomas was the king of the feeling.
He whispered his name for no reason other than that being the only thing in his mind, at the breath he felt between their lips. It made him shudder, too, body pressing up, slightly, leg tilting and resting against Minho's hip. That had been his doing, making that sound come out of the other, and who would have thought knowing that would be such a turn on? It was important to know that what he was doing was not only accepted but also liked. Very much so, it seemed.
Thomas' hand remained on Minho's hair (again, he liked that), but the other rummaged around, from his side over his back and lower, to the waist band of his pants where it stopped. There was a thought there, consciously forming again, eyes meeting Minho's before-- Well, before his lips were captured again and he let out another muffled sound into their kiss, body arching up yet again.]
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His breathing was faster and probably not slowing down any time soon. A low sound came from his throat at the feeling of Minho's fingers over his throat and chest, the vibrations definitely touching the other's skin. And if Minho was curious... Thomas was the king of the feeling.
He whispered his name for no reason other than that being the only thing in his mind, at the breath he felt between their lips. It made him shudder, too, body pressing up, slightly, leg tilting and resting against Minho's hip. That had been his doing, making that sound come out of the other, and who would have thought knowing that would be such a turn on? It was important to know that what he was doing was not only accepted but also liked. Very much so, it seemed.
Thomas' hand remained on Minho's hair (again, he liked that), but the other rummaged around, from his side over his back and lower, to the waist band of his pants where it stopped. There was a thought there, consciously forming again, eyes meeting Minho's before-- Well, before his lips were captured again and he let out another muffled sound into their kiss, body arching up yet again.]