[ 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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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.]