[ in retrospect, he shouldn't be surprised that minho went for it. it's not like thomas isn't a risk taker--god knows he is, that's how he got his money in the first place--but the prospect of destroying the relationship and rapport they had was enough to keep him quiet. now, though--now he knows what's happening before he can put words to it, and thomas tips his head up imperceptibly when minho tilts it, going with him.
his eyes flutter and just like that, minho's kissing him.
it's perfect, is his second thought, with oh my god being his first, and thomas's hands clutch at the air for half a second before he tentatively lifts his arms and rests them both on minho's shoulders, showing him anything but resistance. in fact, he kisses him back, holds it there with him, even if the angle's going to hurt his neck, eventually. thomas doesn't care. minho's a solid wall of warmth against him, and his mouth is soft, and he's been thinking about this for ages.
it takes him a long time to pull away from him, and when he does, it's only a couple of inches, scant space between their mouths as he blinks his eyes back open and looks up at minho, searching his face for a second.
and then, he makes his decision, and dives in headfirst; thomas pushes forward and kisses him again, squeezing his arm around his shoulders. ]
[ Very rarely does Minho ever doubt himself or his actions, considering there isn't really ever room for doubt in his life. It's either do or don't, no regret or remorse or room for hesitation. So he just goes with it, goes for it, and... doesn't have it bite him in the ass. Thomas kisses back, almost draws him in and holds him there. Nothing is damaged here, but instead it's just going to grow.
As his arms go over his shoulders they slump down a little, relaxing completely in time with his hands slipping away. He places them on his hips this time instead, palms and fingers spread wide as they just... stand there in the middle of the kitchen, kissing, like it's just right.
Eventually, it ends, but Minho doesn't feel like it's some great loss. Difficult, yes, but not horrible. His blink open, too, looking back at Tommy with a quiet but soft kind of interest, colored by fondness.
The fact he initiates the second kiss doesn't shock him, but it does make him smile into it. Adjusting the angle so that it's a mercy on both of them, he squeezes his hips with a quiet hum at the back of his throat. ]
[ they should probably talk about this. there should probably be words exchanged, something along the lines of "this is a line we shouldn't cross" and "i'm technically your boss" or maybe "you could sue me for this and i'd give you every dime i had" but thomas sucks with his words, anyway. he's always kind of been an action over reaction guy, the type to shoot first and ask questions (so many questions) later, so he'll stick with the action for now, the feeling of minho's mouth moving against his.
thomas's arms shift a little until he can cup the back of his neck with one hand, fingers curling loosely up against the tight cut of his hairline, but he doesn't break the kiss. in fact, he would pretty much rather die than be the first one to stop.
however, his back's starting to hurt a little from the angle, and thomas tentatively takes a step backwards, towards the island that'd just been installed. if he could just lean against it, that'd be a little better--maybe sit on it, who knows. all thomas really cares about is that he's doing something he's been wanting to do for months, and it's the single most perfect moment he could think of to do so.
(complications can come up later. they just won't tell teresa, it's fine.) ]
[ As Thomas starts to draw them backwards, Minho has to actually process what he's doing before he realizes that he's heading back towards the island. A dozen different images flit through his head, and rather than pull back and say they need to slow down, to actually talk about this, he squeezes his fingers at his waist and guides him backwards more.
Crowning him against the counter, he focuses on kissing him a little longer, languid and easy and warm, before his grip tightens so that he can lift him up easy as anything. It interrupts the kiss a little, makes their mouths clumsy, which leads to him laughing a little, but it's not...
It isn't bad. It's good. It's perfect.
They'll talk about it later, because right now there are months and months to be made up in this moment. Thomas could fire him or whatever and he still wouldn't care because he got to have this single moment. ]
[ they both tend to be impulsive, which is probably why this is leading where it's leading. thomas doesn't really choose to think about consequences when he's in the middle of something: it's what made him a great engineer, what had him picked up at WICKEDCorp before he'd even turned fifteen. thomas trusts his gut instinct more than he trusts anything else about him, so he's just fine with minho lifting him up--even if a "whoa" comes out of his mouth, mashed up against minho's lips.
it's the first time he's said anything since this started, and. yeah. "whoa" sums it up pretty good.
thomas refuses to focus on that, though, won't take time away from this. the longer he can kiss minho, the better. so, once he's situated on the counter, he rests either of his legs on minho's hips and cups his cheeks in his hands to hold him in place. if he can't say it with his words, he'll say it with his body language: He's not going anywhere. ]
[ Settled in the safe cradle of Thomas' legs, Minho starts to let his hands wander. There's a lot of his employer that he's wanted to explore for ages now, from the soft bow of his lips to the pixie nose and every mole and freckle that dapples his skin. To deft fingers and long, vulnerable neck. He starts slow, making his way up from his hips and to his ribs - a temptation to tickle arises, but he bites it back - and stroke up higher.
He could laugh at Tommy's reaction, but he's too distracted.
Besides, the only reason he opens his mouth to do anything other than kiss him, he realizes he needs to speak now. He doesn't want to, but sometimes Minho can be reasonable, sensible. This is one of those times, because it's important - he focuses on the future, works towards it with a sharper focus than most people. It's what happens when you're told you won't have one.
So he speaks right up against Thomas' mouth, voice low and quiet. ] If I gotta quit to ask you out, I will.
[ just like that, thomas turns bright red; it's not a little flush that dusts his cheeks, but a full body fluster that makes his cheek hot where he can feel minho's against him. he pulls away from the kiss when he says something and thomas's heart twists up immediately.
he blurts out-- ] No! Don't quit. Please don't quit. [ and it's not just because thomas can't cook, either. reaching up, he cups both of minho's cheeks to hold his face so he's looking at him, and thomas's big brown doe eyes seem to be in full effect, even its not on purpose. his mouth is still tingling where they kissed, and thomas wants to feel that every day. ] You can't.
[ well, he can, but. the "please don't leave me" is so obvious in his tone. ] I won't--I'll rewrite your contract, if you want.
[ Allowing himself to be moved around, Minho meets his gaze easily, eyebrows raised. But it's not out of amusement or anything teasing, just a sign that he's listening as he looks back at him. (He flushes so prettily, it's almost distracting.) He should maybe laugh a little at his outburst, but he can hear the underlying meaning to his tone, and instead he decides to draw his hands up higher along his body.
Fingers dusting over his shoulders, before following his arms so that he can take hold of Thomas' hands, he draws them down. But instead of pulling away, he moves to press them down against his chest, spreading his palms wide so that his fingers fan over his collar. ]
Hey, I didn't say it 'cause I want to leave. I've been wanting to kiss you for months, I'm not about to go anywhere unless you make me. [ Minho ducks in for another kiss, a quick thing by comparison. ] Missing you made it worse, anyways. Don't think I can stop now.
[ thomas wants to kiss him again--it sends sparks into his chest and he realizes he just wants. he wants minho in everything, wants to wake up to him in the morning and kiss sleepiness off of his face, wants to keep him at home in this kitchen because it's only home when minho's around. the idea of losing him because of this is stupid, especially considering thomas is, technically, his boss, and can make whatever rules he wants. he just has to ask his permission first.
but, with an answer like that, maybe he won't mind.
a little smile crooks up his face, even as he continues to look a little like a lost puppy, and thomas leans in to kiss him again, once more, twice. his hands curl where minho's placed them, finding the front of his t-shirt and holding on tight. if he doesn't let go, minho'll just have to stay. ] Me too. [ he realizes, after that breathy admission, that it made zero sense. ] I mean. I've been wanting to, too. For forever.
[ All right, that one gets a small snort out of him this time. Minho just looks at him with an impossibly fond expression on his face, though, instead of any admonishment. Slowly, he strokes his fingers over the backs of his hands, tracing out knuckles and tendons as they fist into his shirt. The gesture doesn't even bother him, he's too absorbed in the fleeting kisses. Each time, he wants to chase them, feels the urge rise up as Thomas draws away.
He moves to take his face in his palms, cradling him there and leaning in to press a more lingering kiss to his lips. There's sparks there, lingering with each and every touch, every kiss. If he could have this every day, then he wouldn't want for anything else. Forget the job, forget money - although rent is still due, but he could just move in here, because Newt's going to eventually move in with Alby and they all know it even if Newt denies it - he just needs Tommy. ]
Then that's settled. You're not gonna fire me for sexual harassment, I'm not gonna quit, and I'm gonna kiss you again. [ And he does. ]
[ tommy smiles so big and wide it looks like it doesn't belong on his face. he can't help it, can't help but be mirthful at the fact that not only does he not have to fire minho and therefore he will continue to eat real food for a while, but minho returns the feelings thomas has been harboring for him for months. he has enough time to open his mouth and start -- ] Sounds--mmft. [ but not enough time to do anything after that.
instead, thomas just lifts his arms and wraps them around minho's broad shoulders, crossing his ankles behind him in order to hold him in place. he's happy to kiss him back for a little while, to relish in the taste of his mouth on his, on the sparks that are traveling straight through him, straight down to his toes.
however, after a minute or so of getting totally lost in that, thomas pauses, pulling away with his hands on minho's shirt. ] Wait--Teresa's gonna be up soon.
[ Minho almost laughs at how Thomas gets cut off, but he doesn't. He's got more important things to do, like kiss his boss in a way that was definitely not in his contract at all. Maybe he should sit them down later to go over it, considering the fact that dating your boss and accepting money at the same time is a little bit... questionable. Not that he'll stop cooking for Thomas (and Teresa), either way, 'cause they're both damn helpless in a kitchen.
But, right now, kissing. Sliding an arm around his waist, he leans in as close as he can, letting Tommy hold him close with his arms and legs, no complaints there whatsoever.
Except then he pulls back, and Minho tries to follow after him until he reminds him of Teresa. ] Man, seriously?
[ thomas knows that was totally a moodkiller--minho's never gotten along great with thomas's twin sister, but, he had to bring it up. it's almost lunch time, and teresa usually stops on her way to the office to pick up lunch from the house, usually whatever minho's made for the two of them. if she walks in on this...thomas doesn't want to think about it. mostly she'll just never let him live it down, because teresa has been the unfortunate recipient of all of thomas's minho related complaining.
he winces, but he pulls away a little and mumbles, kind of hopefully, lifting his eyebrows up to try and suggest something. ] We could...go upstairs?
[ up to any one of the free rooms in the mansion, to be honest. thomas doesn't care. he'd just really like to keep kising minho for as long as possible. ]
[ Maybe, someday, Minho and Teresa will get along more than they do now. Usually they jab at one another, quick and sharp commentary full of sarcasm and passive-aggressive crap. Honestly, though, he's not really that concerned about it. If it's gonna happen, it'll happen. But if it does, it'll happen for Thomas' benefit more than anything else.
Raising his eyebrows slowly to mirror Thomas', he can't help but offer him a bit of a grin. Said grin starts to grow, and he moves his arm so that he can heft Thomas up off the counter. Rather than put him on the floor again, though...
He slips his arm underneath his butt, letting him keep his ankles crossed behind him as he goes to carry him off. ]
Oh-- [ thomas squeaks out a noise when he gets picked up, because, of course he does. and look, it's not like he ever fantasized about this or anything, okay? it's not like minho's arms aren't absurdly noticeable or anything. leaning forward to keep from falling over, thomas keeps his arms around his shoulders and feels himself turn a lovely shade of red. it's surely obvious where their skin touches, but thomas is too ecstatic to try and get rid of it.
which is a miracle in and of itself, because thomas doesn't really get ecstatic that often. but kissing minho? definitely warrants that.
he ducks his head down to rest on his shoulder and muffles his smile into it. ] You're ridiculous.
[ Voice light and teasing, Minho goes to carry Thomas as if he weighs nothing at all. It's easy - he's a small handful of inches shorter than him, and skinnier than anything, so he doesn't really exert much energy heading out of the (beautiful) kitchen and towards where he knows the stairs are. Normally a personal chef doesn't know their employer's house like the back of their hand, but, well.
Normally they don't kiss a lot, either, so. ]
'cause I could totally put you down. [ Except where he doesn't want to, if the kisses he dusts up the pale expanse of Thomas' neck while he hides say anything. ]
No--oh, god, don't you dare. [ mostly because thomas thinks that minho will probably drop him straight on his ass if he does decide to drop him. still, he scrabbles forward to hold onto him a little tighter, hands fisting in the back of minho's shirt as he determinedly buries his face in minho's neck. the kisses, feather light and soft, are going to give him shivers.
this is all going to give him shivers, to be honest. thomas can't believe this is actually happening.
he buries his smile there and returns the favor, two soft, sweet kisses to the side of his neck, like he can't stay away from it, can't stop kissing him. ]
[ Laughing, bright and sudden, Minho trots up the stairs while Thomas clings tighter to him. There's no complaint, there, because Thomas is a perfect weight and warmth pressed against him, cradled in his arms and up against his chest. He smiles up against the crook of his neck and shoulder, tilting his head a little bit to let him return the favor of smile and kiss.
He eyes up the hallway thoughtfully as he gets up to the landing, rocking on his heels with an easy sort of balance.
And then he turns down the hall, heading aimlessly for one of the nearest rooms. ]
[ thomas rolls his eyes because that was really corny and really minho, but he doesn't need to make much of a comment beside that.
(except it's thomas so of course he does) ] You don't even know where you're going.
[ but his tone is fond, affectionate, teasing. he's pretty sure minho's going to drop him, now, so thomas kisses his neck again, a little, fluttery thing. ] My room's all the way down this hall, on the right.
Smartass. [ Whatever, it doesn't matter where he's going. Or, well, he doesn't think so anyways. Just so long as he can put Thomas down somewhere and resume kissing him a lot. Although, it's not as if Minho couldn't hold him for a whole hell of a lot longer.
That's appealing, too.
But with the kiss to his neck, the heartbeat there-and-gone feel of it, with the direction, he reconsiders that pretty quickly and makes his way down the hall in steady but quick steps to get to the door. ] Why, the master bedroom. That's exciting.
Shut up. [ he turns pink at that because really, min, honestly, could you be any more embarrassing, but thomas also buries his face in his neck, completely contrasting to anything that came out of his mouth. his halfhearted smack to his back really sort of failed, too.
frankly, the fact that minho's been able to carry him for this long has been really impressive. thomas was so right; things he was going to have to tell teresa and brenda about later. this isn't a conscious thought so much as a subconscious one, as teresa and brenda will surely get an earful of how great thomas's afternoon is about to be.
the master bedroom is pretty sparsely decorated as they enter it--there's a big bed, a desk covered in books and papers and blueprints, and a mirror that thomas never looks at on the wall. the place isn't a mess but it's not exactly clean, either, and thomas winces at the sight of his pens and pencils and other stuff dropped in fits of curiousity across the room. if he'd known he was going to be making out with minho, he would have at least made the bed, jeeze. ]
Nah. [ Grinning brightly, to the point that it's so obvious in his voice, Minho gives him an encouraging little pat as he moves to bump into the door so that he can slip into the room. As far as rooms go, Thomas doesn't really have to worry about how it looks. His doesn't look all that great, either, but then again it's not nearly as roomy and has more klunk than he really knows what to do with on the regular.
Tiny shitty apartments, y'know. Do what you can with them, even if it's not a lot and you and your roommate have a lot of books and other things to try and keep organized.
Watching where he steps so that he doesn't trip on something or wind up rolling on a pen, he carries Thomas towards the bed, considering how he wants to go about this. He could just drop Thomas down onto it and be done with it, or he could sit down and get himself a lapful of Tommy. Both sound pretty appealing, so he turns about and backs up until the backs of his knees hit the bed, leading to him dropping to sit on it with Thomas right there. ]
Oof--[ thomas drops none too gracefully when minho does, sort of bouncing a little on his lap (which is more productive than it sounds) before he's able to resettle again. one arm crosses back over his shoulders, then the other, and he kind of stares at minho like a deer in the headlights for a minute as he processes what just happened.
that was kind of impressive. ] Whoa.
[ thomas is only going to be fantasizing about this for the next twenty years, brb. there's a moment of awkwardness as he tries to figure out what to do next, but, eventually thomas goes with his gut instinct. he leans forward and kisses minho again, suddenly hyperaware of everything around him, from the strength of his arms to the warmth of his thighs under thomas. this is dangerous. if it keeps up like this making out might not be the only thing on the menu. ]
[ Adjusting where his arms sit once they're both on the bed - which, that bounce was definitely kind of awful and perfect at the same time - Minho skirts his fingers down along Thomas' spine, grin going lopsided at him. Honestly, there's something really endearing yet attractive at the same time when he looks at him like some poor, lost deer.
Probably shouldn't think about corrupting said poor, lost deer.
With a shrug of a shoulder, sort of downplaying something that's apparently gotten Tommy impressed, he lets his eyes scan over his face. The wide, amber brown eyes, the upturned nose, the freckles and moles everywhere. But then he gets distracted by Thomas kissing him again, and he just loses himself to that, eyes fluttering shut and hands moving. One settles in the dip at the small of his back, the other coming up to cup his cheek as he focuses on that. ]
[ mm, yes, kissing. why did thomas wait so long to do this again? oh, right. morals and ethics and things like that. fuck morals, this is so much better than having those. perched comfortably on minho's lap with his legs crossed behind min's back, thomas is pretty sure he could stay here forever.
and kissing him, jesus. minho's also an absurdly good kisser. add that to the list of things that thomas loves about his personal chef.
sighing into his mouth, thomas's curious hands move before the rest of him does--they curl into the back of his shirt, slide up his neck, over his shoulders, before he eventually settles on running them into his hair. it's just long enough that he can get his knuckles gripped into it, and that he does, giving a little tug and kissing him back with all of the calculated curiosity you could expect from an engineer. ]
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his eyes flutter and just like that, minho's kissing him.
it's perfect, is his second thought, with oh my god being his first, and thomas's hands clutch at the air for half a second before he tentatively lifts his arms and rests them both on minho's shoulders, showing him anything but resistance. in fact, he kisses him back, holds it there with him, even if the angle's going to hurt his neck, eventually. thomas doesn't care. minho's a solid wall of warmth against him, and his mouth is soft, and he's been thinking about this for ages.
it takes him a long time to pull away from him, and when he does, it's only a couple of inches, scant space between their mouths as he blinks his eyes back open and looks up at minho, searching his face for a second.
and then, he makes his decision, and dives in headfirst; thomas pushes forward and kisses him again, squeezing his arm around his shoulders. ]
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As his arms go over his shoulders they slump down a little, relaxing completely in time with his hands slipping away. He places them on his hips this time instead, palms and fingers spread wide as they just... stand there in the middle of the kitchen, kissing, like it's just right.
Eventually, it ends, but Minho doesn't feel like it's some great loss. Difficult, yes, but not horrible. His blink open, too, looking back at Tommy with a quiet but soft kind of interest, colored by fondness.
The fact he initiates the second kiss doesn't shock him, but it does make him smile into it. Adjusting the angle so that it's a mercy on both of them, he squeezes his hips with a quiet hum at the back of his throat. ]
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thomas's arms shift a little until he can cup the back of his neck with one hand, fingers curling loosely up against the tight cut of his hairline, but he doesn't break the kiss. in fact, he would pretty much rather die than be the first one to stop.
however, his back's starting to hurt a little from the angle, and thomas tentatively takes a step backwards, towards the island that'd just been installed. if he could just lean against it, that'd be a little better--maybe sit on it, who knows. all thomas really cares about is that he's doing something he's been wanting to do for months, and it's the single most perfect moment he could think of to do so.
(complications can come up later. they just won't tell teresa, it's fine.) ]
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Crowning him against the counter, he focuses on kissing him a little longer, languid and easy and warm, before his grip tightens so that he can lift him up easy as anything. It interrupts the kiss a little, makes their mouths clumsy, which leads to him laughing a little, but it's not...
It isn't bad. It's good. It's perfect.
They'll talk about it later, because right now there are months and months to be made up in this moment. Thomas could fire him or whatever and he still wouldn't care because he got to have this single moment. ]
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it's the first time he's said anything since this started, and. yeah. "whoa" sums it up pretty good.
thomas refuses to focus on that, though, won't take time away from this. the longer he can kiss minho, the better. so, once he's situated on the counter, he rests either of his legs on minho's hips and cups his cheeks in his hands to hold him in place. if he can't say it with his words, he'll say it with his body language: He's not going anywhere. ]
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He could laugh at Tommy's reaction, but he's too distracted.
Besides, the only reason he opens his mouth to do anything other than kiss him, he realizes he needs to speak now. He doesn't want to, but sometimes Minho can be reasonable, sensible. This is one of those times, because it's important - he focuses on the future, works towards it with a sharper focus than most people. It's what happens when you're told you won't have one.
So he speaks right up against Thomas' mouth, voice low and quiet. ] If I gotta quit to ask you out, I will.
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he blurts out-- ] No! Don't quit. Please don't quit. [ and it's not just because thomas can't cook, either. reaching up, he cups both of minho's cheeks to hold his face so he's looking at him, and thomas's big brown doe eyes seem to be in full effect, even its not on purpose. his mouth is still tingling where they kissed, and thomas wants to feel that every day. ] You can't.
[ well, he can, but. the "please don't leave me" is so obvious in his tone. ] I won't--I'll rewrite your contract, if you want.
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Fingers dusting over his shoulders, before following his arms so that he can take hold of Thomas' hands, he draws them down. But instead of pulling away, he moves to press them down against his chest, spreading his palms wide so that his fingers fan over his collar. ]
Hey, I didn't say it 'cause I want to leave. I've been wanting to kiss you for months, I'm not about to go anywhere unless you make me. [ Minho ducks in for another kiss, a quick thing by comparison. ] Missing you made it worse, anyways. Don't think I can stop now.
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but, with an answer like that, maybe he won't mind.
a little smile crooks up his face, even as he continues to look a little like a lost puppy, and thomas leans in to kiss him again, once more, twice. his hands curl where minho's placed them, finding the front of his t-shirt and holding on tight. if he doesn't let go, minho'll just have to stay. ] Me too. [ he realizes, after that breathy admission, that it made zero sense. ] I mean. I've been wanting to, too. For forever.
[ nailed it ]
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He moves to take his face in his palms, cradling him there and leaning in to press a more lingering kiss to his lips. There's sparks there, lingering with each and every touch, every kiss. If he could have this every day, then he wouldn't want for anything else. Forget the job, forget money - although rent is still due, but he could just move in here, because Newt's going to eventually move in with Alby and they all know it even if Newt denies it - he just needs Tommy. ]
Then that's settled. You're not gonna fire me for sexual harassment, I'm not gonna quit, and I'm gonna kiss you again. [ And he does. ]
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instead, thomas just lifts his arms and wraps them around minho's broad shoulders, crossing his ankles behind him in order to hold him in place. he's happy to kiss him back for a little while, to relish in the taste of his mouth on his, on the sparks that are traveling straight through him, straight down to his toes.
however, after a minute or so of getting totally lost in that, thomas pauses, pulling away with his hands on minho's shirt. ] Wait--Teresa's gonna be up soon.
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But, right now, kissing. Sliding an arm around his waist, he leans in as close as he can, letting Tommy hold him close with his arms and legs, no complaints there whatsoever.
Except then he pulls back, and Minho tries to follow after him until he reminds him of Teresa. ] Man, seriously?
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he winces, but he pulls away a little and mumbles, kind of hopefully, lifting his eyebrows up to try and suggest something. ] We could...go upstairs?
[ up to any one of the free rooms in the mansion, to be honest. thomas doesn't care. he'd just really like to keep kising minho for as long as possible. ]
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Raising his eyebrows slowly to mirror Thomas', he can't help but offer him a bit of a grin. Said grin starts to grow, and he moves his arm so that he can heft Thomas up off the counter. Rather than put him on the floor again, though...
He slips his arm underneath his butt, letting him keep his ankles crossed behind him as he goes to carry him off. ]
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which is a miracle in and of itself, because thomas doesn't really get ecstatic that often. but kissing minho? definitely warrants that.
he ducks his head down to rest on his shoulder and muffles his smile into it. ] You're ridiculous.
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[ Voice light and teasing, Minho goes to carry Thomas as if he weighs nothing at all. It's easy - he's a small handful of inches shorter than him, and skinnier than anything, so he doesn't really exert much energy heading out of the (beautiful) kitchen and towards where he knows the stairs are. Normally a personal chef doesn't know their employer's house like the back of their hand, but, well.
Normally they don't kiss a lot, either, so. ]
'cause I could totally put you down. [ Except where he doesn't want to, if the kisses he dusts up the pale expanse of Thomas' neck while he hides say anything. ]
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this is all going to give him shivers, to be honest. thomas can't believe this is actually happening.
he buries his smile there and returns the favor, two soft, sweet kisses to the side of his neck, like he can't stay away from it, can't stop kissing him. ]
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He eyes up the hallway thoughtfully as he gets up to the landing, rocking on his heels with an easy sort of balance.
And then he turns down the hall, heading aimlessly for one of the nearest rooms. ]
Put you down somewhere.
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(except it's thomas so of course he does) ] You don't even know where you're going.
[ but his tone is fond, affectionate, teasing. he's pretty sure minho's going to drop him, now, so thomas kisses his neck again, a little, fluttery thing. ] My room's all the way down this hall, on the right.
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That's appealing, too.
But with the kiss to his neck, the heartbeat there-and-gone feel of it, with the direction, he reconsiders that pretty quickly and makes his way down the hall in steady but quick steps to get to the door. ] Why, the master bedroom. That's exciting.
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frankly, the fact that minho's been able to carry him for this long has been really impressive. thomas was so right; things he was going to have to tell teresa and brenda about later. this isn't a conscious thought so much as a subconscious one, as teresa and brenda will surely get an earful of how great thomas's afternoon is about to be.
the master bedroom is pretty sparsely decorated as they enter it--there's a big bed, a desk covered in books and papers and blueprints, and a mirror that thomas never looks at on the wall. the place isn't a mess but it's not exactly clean, either, and thomas winces at the sight of his pens and pencils and other stuff dropped in fits of curiousity across the room. if he'd known he was going to be making out with minho, he would have at least made the bed, jeeze. ]
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Tiny shitty apartments, y'know. Do what you can with them, even if it's not a lot and you and your roommate have a lot of books and other things to try and keep organized.
Watching where he steps so that he doesn't trip on something or wind up rolling on a pen, he carries Thomas towards the bed, considering how he wants to go about this. He could just drop Thomas down onto it and be done with it, or he could sit down and get himself a lapful of Tommy. Both sound pretty appealing, so he turns about and backs up until the backs of his knees hit the bed, leading to him dropping to sit on it with Thomas right there. ]
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that was kind of impressive. ] Whoa.
[ thomas is only going to be fantasizing about this for the next twenty years, brb. there's a moment of awkwardness as he tries to figure out what to do next, but, eventually thomas goes with his gut instinct. he leans forward and kisses minho again, suddenly hyperaware of everything around him, from the strength of his arms to the warmth of his thighs under thomas. this is dangerous. if it keeps up like this making out might not be the only thing on the menu. ]
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Probably shouldn't think about corrupting said poor, lost deer.
With a shrug of a shoulder, sort of downplaying something that's apparently gotten Tommy impressed, he lets his eyes scan over his face. The wide, amber brown eyes, the upturned nose, the freckles and moles everywhere. But then he gets distracted by Thomas kissing him again, and he just loses himself to that, eyes fluttering shut and hands moving. One settles in the dip at the small of his back, the other coming up to cup his cheek as he focuses on that. ]
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and kissing him, jesus. minho's also an absurdly good kisser. add that to the list of things that thomas loves about his personal chef.
sighing into his mouth, thomas's curious hands move before the rest of him does--they curl into the back of his shirt, slide up his neck, over his shoulders, before he eventually settles on running them into his hair. it's just long enough that he can get his knuckles gripped into it, and that he does, giving a little tug and kissing him back with all of the calculated curiosity you could expect from an engineer. ]
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