[ Every reaction he recieved was a reward, from the sound he heard and felt against his palm to every responsive shift of his body. And, shit, hearing Thomas say his name like that? He brought a low, hungry sound into the kiss, shifting his hand to his back where it was arching up off the floor, holding him there just to give himself a moment more to grind down against him.
Minho groaned against him, coherent thought far gone for a moment. Pulling away panting, he tried to catch the other's eyes, gauge his response. This was all going faster and farther than they had planned for. Even if the hand settling at the waistband of his pants suggested they were on the same page, at least checking first seemed like an idea-- Keep going? ]
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Minho groaned against him, coherent thought far gone for a moment. Pulling away panting, he tried to catch the other's eyes, gauge his response. This was all going faster and farther than they had planned for. Even if the hand settling at the waistband of his pants suggested they were on the same page, at least checking first seemed like an idea-- Keep going? ]