Alter

Take 24!

Vee's hands moved with careful precision, slowly undoing each button of War's shirt. The air thickened between them as he slid each button free, revealing War's toned torso inch by inch.

War's skin was fair, though now marred with fresh bruises, the purples and blues stark against his usual porcelain hue. Each bruise made Vee's heart twist in regret, and his frown deepened as he wondered if he could have shielded War from even one of those hits.

As he slid the shirt off War's shoulders, his fingers brushed the bare skin beneath, warm and taut with muscle. Vee's movements slowed, each touch lingering a bit longer than necessary. War's eyes stayed trained on him, watching the way Vee's brow furrowed as he ran a warm, damp cloth gently over each bruise, his care so palpable that War felt a shiver race up his spine.

Their eyes met for a moment, and Vee's hand stilled just over War's heart, the faint pulse beneath his palm quickening. War's gaze lingered, tracing the sharp line of Vee's jaw, down to his lips, parted slightly in concentration.

In the quiet, War's breath hitched, his face flushed from more than just the warmth of the room. The closeness was electric, their breaths mingling as Vee worked, and each second felt like an eternity stretched taut between them.

"War..." Vee murmured, almost as if he was trying to remind himself of his self-control. War could only swallow hard, his pulse racing under Vee's hand as the intensity of their gaze held them both still.

Finally, War mustered a breathy chuckle, trying to break the tension with, "If this is your version of bedside care, I might have to get bruised up more often."

Vee's eyes sparkled, a smirk flickering across his face as his voice dropped to a teasing murmur. "Well, you'd better watch it," he whispered, moving his hand to rest on War's shoulder, warm and steady. "I might end up spoiling you... too much."

War turned around, revealing a broad, muscular back—firm yet graceful, each line and curve sculpted with strength. His shoulder blades moved subtly under his skin as he adjusted, the play of light accentuating every detail. A few faint bruises were scattered along his back, but even they seemed to blend into the rugged beauty of his frame.

Vee ran the warm cloth down the nape of War's neck, lingering as his fingers trailed along the tense muscles between his shoulders. His eyes darkened with a growing desire that became harder to contain with each brush of his hand.

Swallowing, he leaned in, barely able to resist the urge any longer, and pressed his lips gently to the back of War's neck.

War's breath caught, a quiet whimper slipping past his lips, his body giving an involuntary shiver that Vee felt under his touch.

A satisfied grin tugged at the corner of Vee's mouth as he continued to place feather-light kisses along War's neck and down to his shoulders, savoring every inch. Each kiss was slow and deliberate, lingering long enough for War to feel the warmth of his breath and the press of his lips.

War's hands gripped the mattress tightly, his knuckles whitening as his eyes closed, his heart racing. The soft graze of Vee's mouth against his skin sent waves of warmth through him, intensifying the shivers that rolled down his spine. The world around them seemed to fade, leaving only the warmth of their bodies and the rhythm of each kiss, binding them closer with every brush of lips against skin.

Vee's kisses reached the delicate spot just below War's ear, his lips soft and lingering, drinking in the warmth of War's skin. War's breath hitched, his pulse quickening as each touch left him craving more, feeling the gentleness of Vee's mouth, warm and insistent. Vee's mouth lingered on his nape, his lips parted, and soon he began alternating between feather-light kisses and slow, tantalizing licks along the sensitive skin.