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Yin's breath comes out more as a gasp when he sees War for the first time that night. It was the event for War's upcoming movie, Taklee Genesis. The blue jacket they had dressed him in, with a simple silver chain hanging around his neck had sent silent chills down Yin's spine. It didn't help that Yin and War hadn't been able to see each other much over the past few weeks.
Yin had arrived early, asking to be shown to War's dressing room. The moment that the door had opened, Yin's breath caught in his throat as he saw how beautiful War looked. He thanked the staff member that had brought him and waited until the door was closed and they were alone before he let out a second shaky gasp.
War looked at him from across the room, a half smile on his face. "Hi," War's voice is soft when he says it, but Yin could listen to him talk all day. Yin crosses the floor quickly, reaching War. His voice is low, barely louder than a whisper, when he says, "Beautiful boy. You ruin me." War's smile sends Yin's heart spinning and he presses their foreheads together. War pulls his back just a little when Yin tries to kiss him, shaking his head. "Not here," War mumbles. Yin presses his lips against War's cheek. "Don't you want it?" Another kiss to the cheek. A soft noise, in resemblance to a wince, comes from War's throat and he says, "Yes. I do. But not here." Yin holds War's face in his hands. "You look beautiful tonight, War." Yin says, his lips pressing against his forehead. War's hands touch Yin's arms, his fingers wrapping around either of his wrists as he looks up at Yin, a blush creeping across his cheeks. "I don't know how long I'll be after the event is over." War says. "You can take my house key." Yin nods, but pauses simply just staring at War. "You'll ruin me, War."
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War walks through the front door, not expecting Yin to still be awake and waiting for him. He stands up when the door opens, coming to War's side and pulling him into his arms. War tucks himself into Yin's arms, taking a deep breath. "Go take a shower," Yin whispers in his ear, pulling back to meet War's eyes. War nods, flashing him a bright smile before turning and walking down the hallway.
As Yin watches War walk away, he feels a fluttering in his stomach; War looked so good tonight. He wanted to take a picture of him and frame it, so he could see it every day.
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When War comes out of the bathroom, Yin is sitting in the edge of his bed watching him.
Yin looked up at War through his lashes as he stood over him, a soft smile on his lips. It felt like slow motion to Yin as War leaned down, cupping his face in his hands.
His blood roared in his ears when War finally kissed him. He sighed against War's lips, grabbing his hips and forcing him down, running his hands up War's spine to tangle his fingers in War's hair.
War holds Yin's face, his fingers pressing against Yin's skin as he tips his head back, deepening the kiss as a whimper softly slips past Yin's lips. Moving a hand, Yin grabs one of War's and drags it across his own chest, smiling when that hands snakes its way back up Yin's neck and its fingers tangle in his hair.
Yin loved when War took a little bit of control, being perfectly willing to bend to each and every request that War had for him. Yin moaned when War pulled back, tugging on his lip gently with his teeth. He was breathing heavily as he watched War looking at him.
War admired Yin in front of him. The strand of hair hanging just in front of his eye that he brushed back. His darkened eyes and red, swollen lips. War reveled in the way that Yin's hands were touching his waist, his fingers drawing soft circles on War's skin.
War was pulled back in quickly after Yin had caught his breath, their lips smashing against each other. Yin kissed War greedily, like he was starving. War obliged to every move that Yin made, kissing every inch and centimeter that he could before he had to pull back to catch his breath, a whine coming from Yin's mouth once again.
War smirked. "Impatient?" He murmurs, tipping Yin's chin up and kissing his jawline. Yin's eyes are pleading, full of love as he looks at War. "You didn't see yourself the way I did tonight." He breathes out, drawing his hand over War's collarbone. "So beautiful." War kisses on Yin's neck softly, his lips moving along the skin. He sucks on the skin gently when Yin says this, smiling against his neck. "Ruin me." Yin chokes out, his chest heaving. "Ruin me, War. Please." War grins pressing a sensual kiss against Yin's mouth that opens for him almost immediately, his fingers gripping War's hips tightly. Yin moans into the kiss again, moving his mouth with War's in a frenzy. War pulls back just slightly to murmur against Yin's mouth. "Ssh," he coos. "Take it easy." Yin whines as he looks at War, his gaze full of desire. "Ssh..." War repeats, drawing his thumb across Yin's face. "I love you," Yin says, almost frantically. War smiles at him, rubbing his thumb over Yin's cheek. "I love you, but slow down, Yin." He whispers. "I'm not going anywhere." Yin's eyes beg without War having to say anything and War leans forward, connecting their mouths again.
Yin can't get enough of War. He loves kissing him and he would do it for hours and hours if he could. He would kiss War until his mouth had gone numb. He loved War— he loved him so much.
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Yin holds War close to him, running his fingers through his hair. "I love you War." Yin mumbles sleepily. War moves his head to look at Yin, a soft smile on his lips as he presses a soft kiss against his mouth. "I love you too, Yin."
