[ 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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(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. ]