[ Minho shook his head, a small movement. Ridiculous to worry about this. He'd always been able to trust Thomas, and he could sure as Hell trust him to make it damn clear if there was something he didn't want. Looking at him made Minho smile. The flush, the fast breath, swollen lips, hair at all sorts of angles, all came together to mean Thomas looked a mess, but in a way he found he liked. Chances were he looked much the same himself.
What was he hesitating about? Minho licked his lips and pushed his pants down to his knees. Then he leaned over to reach for Thomas' belt, glancing up at him. ]
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What was he hesitating about? Minho licked his lips and pushed his pants down to his knees. Then he leaned over to reach for Thomas' belt, glancing up at him. ]