lee minho

"You can hold my hand temporarily, but my heart is forever.” Lee couldn’t say "No” to his boy. Minho leaned forward. He closed the distance between them, his lips brushing against Jisung’s in a gentle, careful kiss. He was teaching Jisung how to kiss, guiding him gently, enjoying the feeling of innocence and inexperience that emanated from every part of him. Minho gently brushed his lips against Han’s, coaxing him to respond, his own hands resting on the younger’s waist to hold him back. Minho could feel Jisung’s ragged breathing, the way the boy was clearly trying to keep up. He knew it wouldn’t be perfect, Jisung had never kissed anyone before, while Minho was more than experienced. But he didn't mind, he found it almost endearing how Jisung tried so hard to follow his example, to learn. He kept the kiss gentle, the slow, patient pace allowing Jisung to catch up and adjust. He refrained from using his tongue, knowing it would be too much for the young boy's first time.