[ the noise he makes against his mouth at being pulled closer sounds like a shout to newt's own ears, but it's more of a whisper--the room is dead silent except for the soft, wet sounds of a kiss, and it's so, so easy for someone to get lost in it. his hands spread a little wider to his waist, fingers just clutching into the fabric of his shirt.
a part of him is curious, as he wonders who this guy is, how he knows minho, and most importantly, why they haven't met before. he's got a feeling he's gonna like the guy, kissing skills aside.
when he does finally pull away, it's slowly, barely a centimeter off as brown eyes flutter open and flicker down to glance at the mouth next to his, and then, a tiny, sheepish smile breaks out over his face, cheeks taking on a brilliant red flush as he mutters. ] Bloody hell.
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a part of him is curious, as he wonders who this guy is, how he knows minho, and most importantly, why they haven't met before. he's got a feeling he's gonna like the guy, kissing skills aside.
when he does finally pull away, it's slowly, barely a centimeter off as brown eyes flutter open and flicker down to glance at the mouth next to his, and then, a tiny, sheepish smile breaks out over his face, cheeks taking on a brilliant red flush as he mutters. ] Bloody hell.