It was dark enough in the room that Minho didn't have to hide his smile as the seconds ticked almost audibly by. Jinki's sock-clad toes were wriggling against the skin right above his knees, the warmth of his body still hovering above his own.
"Um," said Jinki, apparently having given up on sense and starting to shake the packet vigorously.
"Hyung," said Minho, dragging a fingertip across Jinki's naked thigh.
"Maybe it doesn't have a seam. Manufacturing error?" said Jinki, squirming a little.
"Jinki-yah," said Minho, and gently, firmly plucked the packet out of the other man's hands.
On second thought, he realized, watching the way Jinki's head lolled, the sudden arch of his back, the way his soft hands reached behind to clasp Minho's shins- on second thought, he really didn't mind if the list of his menial tasks of rescue extended to opening and putting on his boyfriend's condom for him.
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"Um," said Jinki, apparently having given up on sense and starting to shake the packet vigorously.
"Hyung," said Minho, dragging a fingertip across Jinki's naked thigh.
"Maybe it doesn't have a seam. Manufacturing error?" said Jinki, squirming a little.
"Jinki-yah," said Minho, and gently, firmly plucked the packet out of the other man's hands.
On second thought, he realized, watching the way Jinki's head lolled, the sudden arch of his back, the way his soft hands reached behind to clasp Minho's shins- on second thought, he really didn't mind if the list of his menial tasks of rescue extended to opening and putting on his boyfriend's condom for him.