or say we're only dreaming;

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O P E N P O S T
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[gimp]

[ it's easy to forget that minho's even there, with the way that he can sort of lose himself in the kiss--newt can't even proper remember the last time he actually kissed someone, let alone enjoyed the hell out of it. he's not been one to chase romance for a long time, considering (he's a whole slew of issues and the therapist he'd been seeing on campus for a little while had told him he needed to focus on himself) but this? this didn't have to be chased.

this was like a voice in his head just said, "oh, there you are. i've been looking for you forever."

so he basically melts into the kiss, slouching down a little more to wrap both of his arms around his waist instead, and kiss him back long and sweet and slow, soft presses of mouths that end with his lips parting just a little. ]

[unled]

[ The last time that Alby had even kissed someone, it had felt off. Maybe because it wasn't this, wasn't whatever... spark or connection that's right there, that happened the moment that they met eyes. He's never really been much for pursuing relationships, even when others were the ones doing the pursuing-- he had no time for that, no interest, no real need for it.

Maybe that'll change. He doesn't know. (Kind of hopes it will; it's not everyday you get this kind of feeling, he thinks.)

As he feels Newt's lips part, he mirrors him, opening to the kiss a little more while his fingers curl around the back of his neck. If he pulls him forward a bit, presses him closer, well. ]

[gimp]

[ 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.

[unled]

[ Something in him is delighted by the sound that leaves his kissing partner, and Alby has to laugh at the fact that he would actually admit to that particular phrasing. Very little visibly phases him, beyond what is typically considered a permanent scowl on his face that lightens or hardens depending on what's happening.

But here, everything about him relaxes, and a soft hum leaves him in response, fingers curling the slightest bit in blond hair before relaxing. His mind is mostly focused on this,but it does venture about whether he's going to wind up seeing him around more often after this.

He'd like that.

The darkness of his skin tends to keep blushes from being too vibrant when they happen, but he can still feel the warmth of his own skin as he lets out a low chuckle in response to the muttering. Dimly, he realizes, Minho has either gone mute or has disappeared. It doesn't really matter, considering his full focus is on Newt, in the small space between them. ] Sounds about right.

[gimp]

[ minho is being silent, and that small realization is frankly terrifying for a couple seconds, but at the moment, he couldn't really be arsed to care. maybe his ta found him or something, he doesn't know.

he's a little distracted, focusing on the warm body in front of him, until he brushes his thumbs over his hipbones, almost out of instinct. newt's going to stand by the fact that he thinks minho probably came up with this project as an attempt to kiss the ta (he would not even be shocked--from what he knows of the ta, or maybe how he's looked at him in the hallway, he'd probably fall right for it), it was still...kind of nice.

he sits there for a second, still smiling at him kind of stupidly before he clears his throat. ] That, uh. 's great.

[ we should do it again. ]

[unled]

[ Later on, Minho will probably tell them you're welcome. It just feels like something that he'd do, after the apparent chemistry that's evident between them. Not that Alby can even deny it, because it's just-- it's there.

There's heat, in Newt's touch, small as it is. All of this is maybe more than a little addicting, and he's... Well, he can't help but be charmed a little by the smile on his face, the flush that's spread across his cheeks and ears and everywhere, like he's blushing with the full force of his body.

Considering him for a long couple of seconds, he decides what the hell and leans in to kiss him again. It's brief in comparison to their first one, but he puts what he can into it-- he's on board with maybe more of this, and it's not for Minho's project. ]

[gimp]

[ it's quiet for those first few seconds, and newt's heart sinks just a little, but then--then he's very pleasantly surprised. considering the lack of wolfwhistles he's going to assume minho is just gone, and that is just fine with him, considering.

after the first kiss, he chases it, steals a second quick one and then pulls back, giving him this crooked smile, squinting an eye. ] Y'wanna escape outta here before he gets back? Might ask for a second take.

[ there's just a little bit of mischief in his dark eyes as his hands finally do skate off of his hips, shifting away just a little bit. ] 's a pretty good diner down the street.

[unled]

[ The fact that there isn't any wolfwhistling tells him that Minho has, in fact, disappeared. Whether or not he's still recording is the real question, but he can't really be assed to look. Not when he's far more interested in the way that Newt ducks in after him for another kiss.

He could kind of get used to that, actually. Reaching his hand up, he shushes him calmly, shaking his head a little. ] Don't jinx it. Knowing him, he'd ask for more than one just to drag it out.

[ But he doesn't sound as if that would be a particular hardship, and draws both of his hands back so that there's space between them again. Not by a lot, but enough that they can start moving. His responding smile is slow and easy, small as it is, and he inclines his head. ] Let's go.