[He whimpered, softly, when Minho moved his hands away. It hadn't been his intention for him to actually move away, just for them to slow down the kissing a little so he could remove those layers of clothing. But well, it was done, and Thomas should probably hurry up with it.
Grabbing the hem of his shirt with both hands, he moved it up and removed it completely through his head, placing it next to his jacket on the floor. He met Minho's eyes again, then, smiling back at the smirk he was given. The touch made him shiver-- The contradiction of contradictions, given how hot it actually made him feel. He reached out, too, one hand resting, spread open, over Minho's chest, the other settling at the side of his neck.
He swallowed at the words, tongue coming out to lick his own lips.]
I might have realized. [He started, eyes going from Minho's own to his lips and back.] Midway through.
[He used the thumb of the hand resting on Minho's neck to trail over his jawline.]
[ Hearing that protesting whimper made Minho doubletake. To be wanted this much was not only new, but its own kind of thrill, and he licked his lips just waiting to get his hands back on him.
Luckily he didn't have to wait long. The shiver he could feel under his fingertips felt a little like sweet revenge. At the same time he wondered if Thomas could tell his heart was racing, with one hand placed over it like that. Under most any other circumstances he would've answered with an insult, plain and simple, but it was difficult to focus enough to make words happen. He kept getting distracted just watching Thomas' lips move. So he chuckled instead, giving the barest shake of his head in response. There was no point in asking why he hadn't said anything, or tried to do anything else. It didn't matter anyway.
Once his fingers had trailed down Thomas' sides, coming to rest at his hips, Minho leaned in again, figuring he'd start where he'd been interrupted before. He left a line of kisses down the other's neck to his collarbone, this time with no need to tug any fabric out of the way. Much better. ]
[It was reactive, rather than thought, which meant that Thomas had really felt it, too. It wasn't just a matter of touch, either (though he was learning that he really did like Minho's touch), but in spite of the fire, the room was somewhat cold, and Minho's hands were warm. Steady. Secure. Not so much in a 'protective' way - they both knew how to handle themselves just fine - but in an 'anchor' way, a way to keep Thomas on the ground rather than on the moon, up there lost in his thoughts.
To be fair, might was the keyword there. He hadn't been sure. He hadn't been sure at all. The way Minho had caught that breath in his throat made him wonder, it made him think of that day, back at the maze, but he wasn't sure if that was it, he wasn't sure if he wasn't over-thinking things or going in a completely different direction than Minho was. A lot had happened, after all. He hadn't wanted to screw things up between them. ... He still didn't. Besides, his midway through was more of a 6/7 through, which, yeah, a bit too much to be thinking about right now. Fact was, he hadn't been sure, and as given as he was to risking things, when it came to this, he was more afraid to. He didn't even know where to start. So he was glad that Minho had done it for him-- Probably sparing them from a lot of words in the beginning, too.
Once Minho got close again, the hand Thomas had on his neck returned to his hair - he liked to have it there, he found - the other remaining on his chest where he could perfectly feel his heartbeat, probably about as fast as Thomas' own. The kisses down his neck made his back arch a little, chest pressing a bit closer to Minho's, but that was when their positions really became weird, with both of them sitting down, like this. So, turning his head to the side, pressing his cheek against Minho's hair, Thomas whispered into his ear.]
Get on your knees. [It would just be easier to pull him along, after. Or so he hoped, anyway, the image was a little blurry in his mind as he tried to work it out, far too focused on how great those lips felt against his skin.]
[ The way it had turned out, sparing them both a lot of words and awkwardness, left Minho with no reason to complain at all. He was really starting to like the taste and smell of Thomas' skin, and how much he reacted to everything, both of them at least a little high on adrenaline and just each other.
The request-- order? made him stop, but not before having a shiver run down his spine. He wasn't sure what Thomas was thinking, awkward angles aside, but that didn't mean he wouldn't go along with it. Minho hummed assent against his skin but didn't want to break contact fully (again), so he placed one hand on Thomas' shoulder while putting the other on the ground, allowing him to disentangle himself. Once on his knees, Minho watched curiously, waiting to see if he had anything else in mind. ]
[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.]
[ Minho never faltered under the scrutiny. It did set his nerves on edge in the best of ways, having all that focus that Thomas was capable of directed at him, and this realigning gave him a chance to observe as well. He'd never had the opportunity or wanted to get this far with anybody, but so far at least, making it up as they went along was working pretty well.
He got the hint as Thomas pulled him down, helping to brace them so they didn't simply fall. Could've thought of that. Didn't. Could've thought of the blankets too, but didn't do that either, and now they were way too far away to bother with, so hopefully the fire would be plenty to warm them if they didn't manage it themselves.
Shit, what were they doing? Seeing Thomas below him like that drove the point home that this was more than he'd bargained for, expected, or hoped for, but this perspective also brought a fresh rush of heat with it. No point stalling now. Minho kissed him hard, desperately, deeply, one hand grabbing his hair again. ]
[Thomas had never gone this far with anybody, either. Not that he could remember, anyway. The memories that he had told him that he had only ever kissed two people: Minho, back at the start, and Brenda, back in the club they had ended up in, and even that, he wasn't entirely sure if it had really happened or not. Either way, it wasn't at all like what had happened between him and the boy he was currently looking at, back in the maze.
It hadn't gone as far as they were going now, though. And well, Thomas had the same question. What were they doing? He didn't know, for sure. Or well, he had an idea, of course, he knew things, but he didn't know where this would go. It was all new to him and he was hoping against hope that he was doing the right thing, that this was somehow how it was supposed to be.
... And now he was beginning to think again. So far, so good, at least, it seemed. But what if something wasn't right, what if he was supposed to have done something else, what if they should talk about this first, what if--
-- Well. There it was again. Just as his eyes drifted to an uncertain point on the floor, as he began to think, Minho captured all of his attention again with that hard, desperate and deep kiss, single-handedly throwing all conscious thoughts away from Thomas' mind.
He kissed him back, just as hard, just as desperate and deep, tongue coming out immediately instead of waiting this time. He tugged his hair once more, moved the hand on his shoulder underneath and around it instead, to rest on his back, fingertips slowly dragging down his side.
He wasn't sure if the fire would be enough to keep them warm, but having Minho so close, like this, at least, definitely made it better from before and it sort of made up for the cold of the floor, too.]
[ He'd have to work around bracing himself, but this was good. A feeling like soaring, like falling, his heart once again racing and just a touch of vertigo. There was no point trying to think his way through something he had no experience with, so Minho just kept running on instinct, and as his hand slid from Thomas' hair down his neck, curling around his throat as it went, before his fingers were fanning out over his chest, it was not particularly light or careful. Curious, though. He found he wanted to know every kind of reaction, every place to touch and how.
Pulling back from the kiss was a matter of coming up for air, but the fingers dragging down his side made each breath go in and out shuddering across the space between their lips. He didn't care, he realized, if Thomas knew that that was his doing. In fact, it seemed important that he knew. It felt good, distracting him in unfamiliar ways he was quickly learning he liked. Not that this stopped him for long before he leaned for more, always more. ]
[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.]
[ 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? ]
[He hummed into the kiss, in response to the sound Minho made. The hand on his back was very welcome, helping him stay up for a moment before-- Well. It was his time to moan into the kiss, lips parting, fingers clawing at Minho's back. The grinding was like nothing he had ever felt before. It was good in a way he couldn't quite describe, setting fire to his body, making him want more. So much, much more.
He only had time to catch Minho's eyes briefly, once they parted, nose immediately moving to the crook of his neck, hiding the redness of his face as he breathed heavily against his skin. He sought the feeling, moving his hips up a little in order to try and grind against him again while holding on to him. The unspoken question, though, had been registered, and after a moment, once his brain managed to catch up, Thomas' hand went back to work.
He tried to go past the waist band at first, palm pressing against the small of Minho's back while he kissed his neck, ever so softly. Yet, it proved to be a little too tight for him to be able to move his hand comfortably. He'd have to unbutton and unzip his pants first-- Which meant that he needed to rest his back against the floor again, to be able to focus.]
[ Minho chose to interpret his response as a resounding enthusiastic yes, loving the friction as much as Thomas' reaction to it. And while he could only catch a short look at the flush on his face, hiding it like that gave Minho very easy access to his neck as well. He set his teeth against a place where he could feel the other's pulse, gently, before placing a kiss there instead.
It wasn't difficult to get the picture, since he could feel that the hand at his back had far too little room to work with, but he couldn't resist rolling his hips down again to meet him, first. Too good to pass up. He let out a breathless groan, barely muffled this time, followed by a whispered curse, and his fingers curled without him ever thinking about it. But then he shifted his hand from Thomas' back to his hip, raising his own body up a little to give them enough space. ]
[-- Okay, so he really liked the feeling of those teeth on his neck, too, as well as that soft kiss that followed. It was always interesting, learning these things about oneself, things he had no idea at all before. The way it gave him goosebumps, made him gasp against Minho's skin. Before being able to fully register what had caused said reaction, though, Minho was rolling his hips down again to meet him and Thomas just.
He groaned, this time, back arching again, head moving back a little, toes curling inside his shoes. The sounds Minho was making only turned him on more, the whispered curse making him want to go after the feeling again, more touch, more pressure - Don't stop - more friction. But then Minho was moving his hand, making it harder for Thomas to hold himself up. He looked up at him, confused for a second, face flush, and his brain finally caught on.
Right. He had to-- His eyes covered the distance, all the way from Minho's eyes to his waist, and it was Thomas' turn to curse under his breath. He moved both his hands away from where they were, reluctantly, a mess of fingers trying to get rid of his belt. He couldn't help but bite his lower lip as he worked, eyes doing their best to stay focused on what his fingers were struggling to do.]
[ There was something about making Thomas of all people completely lose track of what he was doing that had Minho smirking down at him. Licking his lips, he found it was tempting to try and distract him again. But, well. That would make everything need more time. Neither of them wanted that.
Besides, they both needed to make pants less of an obstacle. Here he had the advantage of not wearing a belt, and the angle being a lot less awkward as he sat back a little. He didn't like having to sacrifice any point of contact, but it wouldn't be for long. With them a little further apart, breathing was easier, and once his pants were open, a little easier still, but he still didn't like all that space between them.
As soon as he had his hands free again, one of them slid along the outside of Thomas' thigh. ]
[It was a relief when he finally managed to open Minho's pants. He pulled them down a little, as much as he could in the position he was in, hoping the other would do the rest.
That meant that he still had his own pants on, and although they weren't terribly tight, they were becoming a little uncomfortable. He looked, from Minho to himself and wondered if he should start working on unbuckling his own pants, too, when the hand on the outside of his thigh caught his attention.
He swallowed, licking his lips as well before looking at Minho's eyes.]
[ Should? Well. Minho let out a huff of breath that could've been a laugh, a grin briefly passing over his features. Nodded, finally. ]
If you want.
[ Only then, though. He just wanted-- more, not particularly sure what that would mean in practice. He hooked his thumbs in the waistband of his pants, throat suddenly feeling tight. ]
It hanged in his head for a while, a quick frown passing his features. Of course he wanted to. It was... obvious, wasn't it? But those words, together with the laugh that Minho let out - that had definitely been a laugh - were suddenly making him feel a little uneasy.
He watched as Minho moved his hands to his own pants and then he looked up again, to meet his eyes. His hands moved away from his own body then, resting on the floor instead, as he used his elbows to elevate his chest a little bit, head tilting, a question there. One that not even Thomas was fully certain of but that he was definitely trying to find the answer to in Minho's eyes. At the same time, he was also trying to keep his breathing in check, chest rising and falling quickly, lips parted.]
[ 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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Grabbing the hem of his shirt with both hands, he moved it up and removed it completely through his head, placing it next to his jacket on the floor. He met Minho's eyes again, then, smiling back at the smirk he was given. The touch made him shiver-- The contradiction of contradictions, given how hot it actually made him feel. He reached out, too, one hand resting, spread open, over Minho's chest, the other settling at the side of his neck.
He swallowed at the words, tongue coming out to lick his own lips.]
I might have realized. [He started, eyes going from Minho's own to his lips and back.] Midway through.
[He used the thumb of the hand resting on Minho's neck to trail over his jawline.]
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Luckily he didn't have to wait long. The shiver he could feel under his fingertips felt a little like sweet revenge. At the same time he wondered if Thomas could tell his heart was racing, with one hand placed over it like that. Under most any other circumstances he would've answered with an insult, plain and simple, but it was difficult to focus enough to make words happen. He kept getting distracted just watching Thomas' lips move. So he chuckled instead, giving the barest shake of his head in response. There was no point in asking why he hadn't said anything, or tried to do anything else. It didn't matter anyway.
Once his fingers had trailed down Thomas' sides, coming to rest at his hips, Minho leaned in again, figuring he'd start where he'd been interrupted before. He left a line of kisses down the other's neck to his collarbone, this time with no need to tug any fabric out of the way. Much better. ]
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To be fair, might was the keyword there. He hadn't been sure. He hadn't been sure at all. The way Minho had caught that breath in his throat made him wonder, it made him think of that day, back at the maze, but he wasn't sure if that was it, he wasn't sure if he wasn't over-thinking things or going in a completely different direction than Minho was. A lot had happened, after all. He hadn't wanted to screw things up between them. ... He still didn't. Besides, his midway through was more of a 6/7 through, which, yeah, a bit too much to be thinking about right now. Fact was, he hadn't been sure, and as given as he was to risking things, when it came to this, he was more afraid to. He didn't even know where to start. So he was glad that Minho had done it for him-- Probably sparing them from a lot of words in the beginning, too.
Once Minho got close again, the hand Thomas had on his neck returned to his hair - he liked to have it there, he found - the other remaining on his chest where he could perfectly feel his heartbeat, probably about as fast as Thomas' own. The kisses down his neck made his back arch a little, chest pressing a bit closer to Minho's, but that was when their positions really became weird, with both of them sitting down, like this. So, turning his head to the side, pressing his cheek against Minho's hair, Thomas whispered into his ear.]
Get on your knees. [It would just be easier to pull him along, after. Or so he hoped, anyway, the image was a little blurry in his mind as he tried to work it out, far too focused on how great those lips felt against his skin.]
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The request-- order? made him stop, but not before having a shiver run down his spine. He wasn't sure what Thomas was thinking, awkward angles aside, but that didn't mean he wouldn't go along with it. Minho hummed assent against his skin but didn't want to break contact fully (again), so he placed one hand on Thomas' shoulder while putting the other on the ground, allowing him to disentangle himself. Once on his knees, Minho watched curiously, waiting to see if he had anything else in mind. ]
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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.]
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He got the hint as Thomas pulled him down, helping to brace them so they didn't simply fall. Could've thought of that. Didn't. Could've thought of the blankets too, but didn't do that either, and now they were way too far away to bother with, so hopefully the fire would be plenty to warm them if they didn't manage it themselves.
Shit, what were they doing? Seeing Thomas below him like that drove the point home that this was more than he'd bargained for, expected, or hoped for, but this perspective also brought a fresh rush of heat with it. No point stalling now. Minho kissed him hard, desperately, deeply, one hand grabbing his hair again. ]
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It hadn't gone as far as they were going now, though. And well, Thomas had the same question. What were they doing? He didn't know, for sure. Or well, he had an idea, of course, he knew things, but he didn't know where this would go. It was all new to him and he was hoping against hope that he was doing the right thing, that this was somehow how it was supposed to be.
... And now he was beginning to think again. So far, so good, at least, it seemed. But what if something wasn't right, what if he was supposed to have done something else, what if they should talk about this first, what if--
-- Well. There it was again. Just as his eyes drifted to an uncertain point on the floor, as he began to think, Minho captured all of his attention again with that hard, desperate and deep kiss, single-handedly throwing all conscious thoughts away from Thomas' mind.
He kissed him back, just as hard, just as desperate and deep, tongue coming out immediately instead of waiting this time. He tugged his hair once more, moved the hand on his shoulder underneath and around it instead, to rest on his back, fingertips slowly dragging down his side.
He wasn't sure if the fire would be enough to keep them warm, but having Minho so close, like this, at least, definitely made it better from before and it sort of made up for the cold of the floor, too.]
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Pulling back from the kiss was a matter of coming up for air, but the fingers dragging down his side made each breath go in and out shuddering across the space between their lips. He didn't care, he realized, if Thomas knew that that was his doing. In fact, it seemed important that he knew. It felt good, distracting him in unfamiliar ways he was quickly learning he liked. Not that this stopped him for long before he leaned for more, always more. ]
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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.]
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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? ]
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He only had time to catch Minho's eyes briefly, once they parted, nose immediately moving to the crook of his neck, hiding the redness of his face as he breathed heavily against his skin. He sought the feeling, moving his hips up a little in order to try and grind against him again while holding on to him. The unspoken question, though, had been registered, and after a moment, once his brain managed to catch up, Thomas' hand went back to work.
He tried to go past the waist band at first, palm pressing against the small of Minho's back while he kissed his neck, ever so softly. Yet, it proved to be a little too tight for him to be able to move his hand comfortably. He'd have to unbutton and unzip his pants first-- Which meant that he needed to rest his back against the floor again, to be able to focus.]
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It wasn't difficult to get the picture, since he could feel that the hand at his back had far too little room to work with, but he couldn't resist rolling his hips down again to meet him, first. Too good to pass up. He let out a breathless groan, barely muffled this time, followed by a whispered curse, and his fingers curled without him ever thinking about it. But then he shifted his hand from Thomas' back to his hip, raising his own body up a little to give them enough space. ]
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He groaned, this time, back arching again, head moving back a little, toes curling inside his shoes. The sounds Minho was making only turned him on more, the whispered curse making him want to go after the feeling again, more touch, more pressure - Don't stop - more friction. But then Minho was moving his hand, making it harder for Thomas to hold himself up. He looked up at him, confused for a second, face flush, and his brain finally caught on.
Right. He had to-- His eyes covered the distance, all the way from Minho's eyes to his waist, and it was Thomas' turn to curse under his breath. He moved both his hands away from where they were, reluctantly, a mess of fingers trying to get rid of his belt. He couldn't help but bite his lower lip as he worked, eyes doing their best to stay focused on what his fingers were struggling to do.]
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Besides, they both needed to make pants less of an obstacle. Here he had the advantage of not wearing a belt, and the angle being a lot less awkward as he sat back a little. He didn't like having to sacrifice any point of contact, but it wouldn't be for long. With them a little further apart, breathing was easier, and once his pants were open, a little easier still, but he still didn't like all that space between them.
As soon as he had his hands free again, one of them slid along the outside of Thomas' thigh. ]
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That meant that he still had his own pants on, and although they weren't terribly tight, they were becoming a little uncomfortable. He looked, from Minho to himself and wondered if he should start working on unbuckling his own pants, too, when the hand on the outside of his thigh caught his attention.
He swallowed, licking his lips as well before looking at Minho's eyes.]
... Should I?
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If you want.
[ Only then, though. He just wanted-- more, not particularly sure what that would mean in practice. He hooked his thumbs in the waistband of his pants, throat suddenly feeling tight. ]
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It hanged in his head for a while, a quick frown passing his features. Of course he wanted to. It was... obvious, wasn't it? But those words, together with the laugh that Minho let out - that had definitely been a laugh - were suddenly making him feel a little uneasy.
He watched as Minho moved his hands to his own pants and then he looked up again, to meet his eyes. His hands moved away from his own body then, resting on the floor instead, as he used his elbows to elevate his chest a little bit, head tilting, a question there. One that not even Thomas was fully certain of but that he was definitely trying to find the answer to in Minho's eyes. At the same time, he was also trying to keep his breathing in check, chest rising and falling quickly, lips parted.]
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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.]