“I'm always in the mood if you are offering me yourself,” Seung-ho cut Min-a off, pulling him by the waist. There it was again, the blush, it was almost like Min-a would never get used to blushing like a fool. Any part of him that was held by Seung-ho triggered an explosive reaction. “You are getting cornier these days.” He whispered, searching his blue eyes. “I'm an oldie, it's what we do…” Kwan Seung-ho leaned in to capture Min-a's lips in a soft, slow kiss. He pressed against his wet lips, loving the conscious wetness and the breath of the gum he had eaten at the hospital. Seung-ho trapped him in one of the pillars bearing the kitchen post. He snuck his hands under his shirt, pressing his hands against his warm abs as he deepened the kiss. His hands make a snake movement to the back drawing him closer. His scent was driving Min-a crazy, that intoxicating vanilla scent he always had with his crazy ice-cream flavored shampoo. “Fuck…” Min-a moaned at the warm
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