teach me 2.0 | Minsung ♥︎

LESSON 32

♡ LESSON 32 ♡
"of finger condoms"

Jisung's toes curl, squeezing the sheets on the way. It's not like he's a stranger to Minho's bed or clothes -he's currently wearing one of the elder's t-shirts-. But, somehow, he's feeling nervous. His stomach is acting up and his hands can't stop sweating. Plus, they are together now. Relationship, label or not, they are together. And it's perfectly normal to take things even further. Jisung's head tilts nervously. 'Cause we're together and exclusive, right? He gulps.

Right?

It doesn't take long for Minho to get out of the shower, he steps into the room with just a towel hugging his waist, and his hair all wet. For a couple of seconds, Jisung forgets how to breathe. Until Minho flashes him a wide grin. Perfect and gorgeous wide grin. Jisung rolls his eyes, blushing hard. The elder dries his hair with a small towel, and sits on the bed beside Jisung.

"Want me to help you?"

From the corner of his eye, Minho's eyes fall on Jisung's exposed thighs, "Sure"

Jisung sits on his knees, reaching for the small towel and quickly drying Minho's hair. First, he goes gently, trying not to hurt Minho. But when a sudden spank hits his naked thigh, aggression is all Minho gets. But the elder can't help laugh it off.

"You pervert!" Jisung hits him with the towel.

"I can't help it" Minho leans forward, running his hands on Jisung's thighs and lightly squeezing them, "I love them"

"Take a pic and print it, then"

Minho smirks, "Can I?" his hands go up, "I'd save it in my wallet and stare at it all the damn time", their faces get closer.

"You want one of my nudes for your phone's wallpaper as well?"

"Would you do that for me?"

Jisung scoffs, "Would it count as a Christmas gift?"

"Baby, it'd be the best gift ever"

The younger wets his lips. That smirk is playing a number on him. He looks away, trying to play along, "Would it? Really? I'd have to think about it then"

Minho's lips brush the blond's neck, "While you decide, I'd like to touch, kiss and squeeze them all I want, please"

Jisung breathes in deeply as Minho's lips kiss his neck, "There's nothing special about them"

"You are mistaken" the kisses spread all over the neck and jaw, "They are perfect. And they are yours, which only makes me love them even more"

A small whimper comes out of Jisung when he's suddenly pushed on the bed with a barely clothed Minho between his legs, kissing his neck and squeezing his thighs. Jisung's heart pounds hard inside his chest.

"Why are you always attacking my neck?" the younger protests, "Are you a vampire?"

Minho chuckles, his voice raspy and hot, "I wouldn't mind surviving out of sucking you"