[ 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. ]
[He looked exactly the same himself, but it was mesmerizing, to Thomas. Minho was gorgeous, really, for lack of a better word. Having him hovering over him like that, in the same messy state he was in (and knowing that he was responsible for it, for the most part)... It tingled in all the right places.
But well, as it was, Thomas was more focused in finding that answer, the answer to the question he didn't even know. He kept looking, from one of his eyes to the other, swallowing yet again as he waited. The movement made him look down, as Minho pushed his pants down his knees, but then he looked up at him again just in time to see him lean over.
Their eyes met once more, Thomas held his breath, and whatever answer he was looking for, he seemed to have found it. His expression eased, his shoulders relaxed and he moved up a little bit more, to get both his hands on Minho's cheeks. Holding his face like that, it was easy to kiss him-- Rough, hungry, desperate but also something else, something soft and sweet and totally out of place, considering the intensity of the kiss.
He stopped only to nuzzle his nose with his, after, look at his eyes again and nod. He moved one hand back to his hair, the other to Minho's waist, and waited for him to be done as well. It was best to get everything out of the way before doing anything else. Or so he hoped.]
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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. ]
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But well, as it was, Thomas was more focused in finding that answer, the answer to the question he didn't even know. He kept looking, from one of his eyes to the other, swallowing yet again as he waited. The movement made him look down, as Minho pushed his pants down his knees, but then he looked up at him again just in time to see him lean over.
Their eyes met once more, Thomas held his breath, and whatever answer he was looking for, he seemed to have found it. His expression eased, his shoulders relaxed and he moved up a little bit more, to get both his hands on Minho's cheeks. Holding his face like that, it was easy to kiss him-- Rough, hungry, desperate but also something else, something soft and sweet and totally out of place, considering the intensity of the kiss.
He stopped only to nuzzle his nose with his, after, look at his eyes again and nod. He moved one hand back to his hair, the other to Minho's waist, and waited for him to be done as well. It was best to get everything out of the way before doing anything else. Or so he hoped.]