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i'll keep you safe when worlds collide

 
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[personal profile] arms 2015-01-22 04:51 am (UTC)(link)
[ This could have happened in a closet. That could've been an option, considering the fact it's not uncommon for people to go find one to makeout in. But Minho wants as much space as possible for him to completely ignore the concept of personal space. Thomas drawing him in doesn't even cause him to bat an eye open again - instead, he comes forward as he's brought in by the hold on his shirt, his freed hand coming up to mirror the other one so that he can cradle his face as he kisses him.

He's soft and warm, pliant but not just standing there and being kissed. Thomas kisses back, and he really hopes that's not just the alcohol he can taste talking.

Maybe when there's time for conversation, they can play a little Q&A. As i it is, the only conversation he wants to have right now is with Thomas' mouth. They're both probably going to get absolute hell from Newt, but he can't even begin to care. He's been wanting to do this for ages, and the party gave him the perfect opening for it. There is no way in hell that he's going to pass it up, isn't going to enjoy every second of it.

So, he gets lost in the kiss while he can, making it what he hopes will be the bar to set all of Thomas' prospective kisses against.
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