[It's subtle, but Gino can probably feel the slight arch his back provides into the contact, even as he gives a displeased grunt at the sudden mint invasion. The trace of it on his lips was one thing, this is another, and yet he's too spurred on not to pull his mouth away. If anything, he kisses back harder, more invasively, his hand gripping tighter at Gino's hip, his thumb digging into the softness on the inside of his hipbone. Just to see where the pressure gets him.]
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