Fox grunted with the sudden weight in his lap, but a tentative, shy smile was riding to his lips simply from Mingyu’s clear excitement. Literally no one had ever been this excited to have him around, and it made his heart ache with fondness.

He was about to protest that Europe was too much, that he didn’t even technically have identification let alone a passport, but then Mingyu continued and all he could do was smile widely and lean in to press his forehead against his lover’s.

“Yeah. It sounds perfect.” He leaned forward, stealing a long kiss, pressing it deep even as his free hand braces against Mingyu’s back to keep him steady in his lap. Even as the hand caught between Mingyu’s legs curled it’s fingers and shallowly began to move.

“It’s perfect, Angel.”