"I'm not sure if I'm gpod at kissing, Yeosangie," Wooyoung frowned, shifting to get more comfortable.

"That's fine, we'll see. If it doesn't, then we can stop," Yeosang assured him, leaning closer and pressed his lips on the youngers. Waiting for a few seconds.

Wooyoung kissed back hesitantly at first, hands on Yeosang's neck in a awkward way but he felt more comfortable at the way Yeosang let him pull away at any moment. He tilted his head to the side to get a better angle then, kissing Yeosang with more confidence.

Yeosang's hands wandered on the younger's sides instinctively at the warmth of the moment and he slid his tongue over Wooyoung's bottom lips, seeking permission. Wooyoung gasped softly, his eyes fluttering closed as he leaned into the kiss, not wanting to pull away this time. The flutter of Yeosang's tongue against his lips sent a shiver down his spine, igniting a spark of excitement that made his heart race.

Encouraged, Wooyoung opened his mouth slightly, allowing Yeosang to deepen the kiss. Their lips moved in a gentle rhythm, the world around them fading away as they lost themselves in the moment. Wooyoung's fingers tangled in Yeosang's hair, pulling him closer, the heat of their bodies mingling in the small space between them.

After a few moments, they pulled apart, breathless and wide-eyed. Wooyoung couldn't help the shy smile that crept onto his face. “Okay, that was… way better than I thought it would be,” he admitted, a playful glint in his eyes.

Yeosang chuckled softly, brushing his thumb against Wooyoung’s cheek. “I think you’re a natural. Just needed to let loose a little.”

Feeling a rush of confidence, Wooyoung leaned in again, his lips brushing against Yeosang’s teasingly before capturing them once more. This time, he took the lead, his kisses firmer and more assured, as if he’d finally found his rhythm. Yeosang responded eagerly, their lips moving in perfect synchrony, igniting a warmth that spread through them both.

As they pulled back again, both boys were laughing now, hearts racing in harmony. Wooyoung whispered, “I think I might be getting the hang of this after all.” Yeosang grinned, the light in his eyes shining bright. “Definitely. We should practice more often.”

With that, Wooyoung's laughter filled the air, and the playful banter continued, the sweet taste of their first kiss lingering on their lips, promising many more moments like this to come.