you orbit around me, i orbit around you

beauty mark (yinwar)

summary:

in which yin has moles.
on his nape.
scattered around his neck.

and war is war.

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war has noticed many of things about yin ever since they got together and one of his favorites is his beauty mark—the little moles on his neck, few on his face and some on his arms. they were tiny little brown marks placed sporadically across his white skin. war seems to have an eye for them, catching them standing out when he is looking at yin's face, when talking to him, when yin is walking in front of him or even doing nothing.

war immediately focuses on the marks and its driving him mad.

like today, yin sitting on the living room floor while war is on the sofa. the younger settling comfortably and leaning his back between war's spread legs, eyes intent on the television, fingers moving frantically on the playstation controller between his legs and shouting at the screen.

its a-not-so-comfortable position for war, feeling the younger's weight directed on his legs but he can see the moles scattered on yin's neck clearly. he doesnt want to leave. his one hand keeps weaving through yin's short-cropped hair while the thumb of his other hand is busy tracing over the marks on yin's nape. he trails his fingers down, continues to run his thumb over the moles on the side of his neck— counting and dotting each mole.

moles that war has the sudden urge to kiss so he does.

war leans in close and presses a kiss on a mole on the base of his nape then slowly planting small kisses on his skin until he reaches the other mole near his ear. yin goes slack against him, all words forgotten, titling his head to the side and baring the long, beautiful line of his neck. the younger letting war do whatever he likes.
war continuosly places a neat row of kisses over the mole near his pulse point next to his jaw line, the throb beside his adam's apple. probably war's next favorite aside from yin's chin mole. he could feel the harshness of yin's breath coming in little gasps. war kisses and nips and licks down the column of yin's throat until he found a spot that made yin's body tense all at once.
war learns that a lot of biting isn't needed. that yin likes it the most when he just keeps licking and teasing the same spot over and over again.

"you like my moles.." yin shifts his face after war stopped his ministrations, facing the older fully, game all forgotten.

"not really. they're okay.." war didnt expect yin to grab his neck pull his face close, closer than before. "but i like yours.." he can feel yin's soft breaths on his skin and suddenly there's a pair of lips pressing a chaste kiss against the mole on the bridge of this nose and both sides of his cheeks.

there's a silent pleading in yin's eyes when he pulls away. the older bites his lip nervously and moves forward, kissing each eyelid, tasting the tip of yin's nose, placing a peck to yin's chin mole before gently kissing his soft and seeking mouth.

"i want more than just a kiss though." yin pouts after the kiss. "give me your love too."
war wants to say that yin already had it, already given it to the younger a long time ago but he just shakes his head.

war doesnt want to say it but he reaches out to kiss yin again.

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a/n
a self-indulgent fic because yinwar's moles are just so arrggghhh 😫😫 i just find it VERRRRRRYYYYY attractive 👉🏼👈🏼 inspired by these photos cos i can see their moles clearly

the way they are seated in this fic is almost the same as this photo:

i dont think i was able to describe it properly. im sorry.