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yin yu wakes with the rise of the sun, squinting his eyes as the rays peek in through his thin and cheap curtains. yizhen still clings to him, and there's a shame there for even allowing himself to let the younger push himself back into his life. breaking up should have been the end of things. pursing his lips, his body aches as he peels the others arm away from his body, moving himself out of bed and into his connecting bathroom. he sighs as he looks at his own reflection, the remnants of what had happened last night clear on his body. he only ceases in trying to cover them when strong arms wrap around his midsection, body stiffening. " yizhen.. "
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@xiaxians⸒ "... its my apartment? why wouldnt i still be here. " he says, confusing slipping into his voice and tilting his head. his eyes soften, and then he shakes his head. ".. im not.. hoping for another round. i want to.. just.. take care of you from last night. " he says, honest, and presses his lips against his head. he has to lean up to do it. "... i just- need to take a shower before i go meet up with qianqiu at the gym. and i figured.. "
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many things had changed since they had split. when they first began dating, yizhen wasn't quite as a built as he was now. feeling those muscles against his back forces a hitch in his breathing, and his head is screaming to push the younger away, to create the distance he'd fought for.. the other part of him wants the latter just as badly, and so he leans back against yizhen, dabbing concealer against the marks the younger left against his neck and collarbone. " .. i thought you would have left already, " he speaks after a moment, makeup brush stalling over another hickey when yizhen speaks up. " .. we can't go for another round, yizhen. i need to go to work soon. "
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@xiaxians⸒ he buries his face into his neck, unwilling to part with his ex again. " mhm.. good morning, " the younger mumbles very gently, quiet into his neck. he presses himself further against his old lover, his chest against yin yu's back. quan yizhen had always been clingy in the afterglow of making love, that hadnt changed with the years. "... mn. join me for a shower? " he requests.
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