[ 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. ]
[ Fuck morals. No one needs morals, here. Minho sure as hell isn't thinking about how this is typically frowned upon in the usual workplace. Thomas is so not the typical boss, and they're definitely not the typical work relationship. Nevermind the whole kissing thing - their general rapport definitely has them as unique entities.
Has he ever kissed someone with such a soft mouth? He doesn't know. He really doesn't care, because nothing compares.
With every movement of Thomas' hands, he just wants to press up against his touch. But with the grip to his hair, Minho leans into the kiss a little more, reactive as anything to the tug. It leads to him going to catch Thomas' bottom lip between his teeth, a quick drag against the flush of his mouth. Honestly, if he could just spend all day doing this... ]
[ is it weird if he wants to push minho back? not in a stop kissing me way, but in a i want to get even closer to you way. like, thomas would really be happy to get closer biblically at this point. minho's not just extremely attractive, but he's everything thomas has ever wanted in a person, and he's never crushed so badly on someone before--even when he had a thing for brenda the pizza girl (before she turned out to be bisexual, but not bisexual for thomas) it had just been fleeting, quiet. with minho, it was a monster that seemed to overtake him every time they were in the room together. now that he was allowed to touch him like this, how was he going to keep his hands ( and mouth ) off?
when he bites his lip like that, thomas makes a faint little noise against his mouth and immediately chases after him to repeat the motion. yeah right, like he's gonna let minho just kiss the life out of him without a fight. he tugs his hair a little bit again, just to try and get that reaction out of him, and in doing it, thomas's hips automatically roll down against him, like he can't control it.
oops. well. if it wasn't obvious how invested he was in this before. ]
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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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Has he ever kissed someone with such a soft mouth? He doesn't know. He really doesn't care, because nothing compares.
With every movement of Thomas' hands, he just wants to press up against his touch. But with the grip to his hair, Minho leans into the kiss a little more, reactive as anything to the tug. It leads to him going to catch Thomas' bottom lip between his teeth, a quick drag against the flush of his mouth. Honestly, if he could just spend all day doing this... ]
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when he bites his lip like that, thomas makes a faint little noise against his mouth and immediately chases after him to repeat the motion. yeah right, like he's gonna let minho just kiss the life out of him without a fight. he tugs his hair a little bit again, just to try and get that reaction out of him, and in doing it, thomas's hips automatically roll down against him, like he can't control it.
oops. well. if it wasn't obvious how invested he was in this before. ]