spring is here again | skz | minlix | greek mythology au

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'Are you finished?'

Felix's hands hadn't moved in a while, laying still on Minho's skin. The younger god was looking nowhere really and lost in thought.

Minho had watched him already several minutes, enjoying their somewhat closeness.

At his words now, the blonde woke up from his mind and gazed at him.

'I think?'

'Are you good?'

'Mhm' was his only answer.

After another minute or so, Minho moved to stand up and give Felix his space.

The other though didn't move an inch from his lap.

'Felix'

No answer.

His gaze calmly laid on Minho, his eyes were somehow elsewhere.

'Princess, I can't stand up like this'

Minho moved again, trying to free himself.

But then Felix applied more pressure on his chest, where his hands lay, and kept him deep in the sheets.

'Stay'

Just this, a single word, silent voice.

Every movement and thought of the elder ceased.

Felix swallowed.

'There's a little honesty I think I owe you too'

As their gazes met this time, Minho found more life dancing in the other's eyes.

'Of course'

Felix looked away, seemingly collecting himself to say what he wanted to say.

'Our kiss..'

The older god had expected a lot, but not Felix talking voluntarily about the topic he had tried avoiding a few minutes ago.

'What about it?'

His hands were absently moving over Minho's stomach.

Their sudden eye contact shimmered with tension.

'The kiss here' Felix whispered, 'last time I massaged you, that- that wasn't the first time we kissed each other'

A slight frown found its way into the older's forehead.

'What-?'

'You just can't... remember the other time'

His gaze remained calmly on the god beneath him as the realization slowly dawned.

'The... the tower room? The poppy?'

Felix nodded.

Minho's eyes were big.

'What happened? What did we do-'

'Don't worry, nothing that you didn't want'

'How far did we-'

'Just kiss, really. Way more vividly than what we did here though'

Minho's eyes wandered disbelieving over Felix's face.

'I wasn't planning on ever telling you this' the younger confessed.

Minho swallowed, gaze still not leaving the other's face.

'You weren't...?'

'No'

'Why not? Don't I deserve to know?'

'Maybe' He sighed. 'But I didn't want you to. I didn't want to ruin my memory of this moment'

A silence stretched between them.