“Okay, so you kind of just tilt your head, and just move your lips this way-no, stop. You’re using too much tongue again.” Sigh. This guy really was inexperienced.
Mo Guan Shan blushed, his eyebrows drawn in frustration. “Never mind, this is too fucking weird. I’m leaving.”
Jian Yi looked unimpressed. “This was your idea,” he said, crossing his arms. “Now do you want to learn to kiss properly or what?”
Mo Guan Shan was torn. On one hand, he’d been stuck in this stuffy closet for the good part of fifteen minutes with Yian Yi, with practically no improvement. On the other hand, he really wanted impress He Tian.
“Okay. Just one more.”
“Don’t half-ass it this time,” Said Jian Yi. “Pretend I’m him, if it helps,” he added, after a moment of thought.
Just pretend it’s He Tian, thought Mo Guan Shan, closing his eyes. He’s standing right in front of you, dark eyes, jet-black hair, that cute little smirk that just makes you melt. This is for him.
He reached out and gently guided Jian Yi’s lips to his own, moving them slowly, softly. He added some tongue here and there, running it on the back of his teeth. He could tell by the way the blond-haired boy’s breath hitched that he was surprised by his sudden improvement in skill.
They were interrupted when the door burst open, Mo Guan Shan’s boyfriend on the other side.
He was out of breath. “Hey, I was looking for you, I need your help on my cooking project. Someone said they saw you going in here so I…”
He trailed of when he saw what Mo Guan Shan and Yian Yi were doing. His expression paled and then became bright red, an eyebrow cocked in confusion. His fists clenched, unclenched, and clenched again. He became very stiff.
“This isn’t what it looks like!” Said Mo Guan Shan, afraid to move. He Tian didn’t reply. His silence made Mo Guan Shan even more nervous.
A second passed.
“I was just-I was-I wanted to impress you with,” Mo stuttered not knowing what to say. He was beginning to shake.
A minute passed. More silence.
Panicking. “Just say something! Please I didn’t mean to-“ Jian Yi cut him off.
He looked incredulously at He Tian. “Are you hard!?”
His expression was impossible to read, but Mo Guan Shan looked down to confirm that yes, He Tian was extremely hard.
There was an awkward pause.
Jian Yi glanced between them, blushing and uncomfortable. “I think I’ll just excuse myself,” he said, leaving, shutting the door behind him.