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The room was almost silent save for their ragged breath, half-muffled moans and skin sliding over skin. The lights were dim, but illuminating just enough that they could see each other. Quan Yizhen looked down at Yin Yu, admiring the way lust clouded over his eyes. It was incredibly difficult to take his time when his shixiong looked at him like that. Yin Yu's composure crumbling beneath his attention, no longer caught up in shame or guilt, of holding himself back from what they both so desperately wanted.
Yin Yu's dark hair fanned out around him, framing his face, which was flushed from desire and need and pleasure. It had come loose from its braid, teased free by Quan Yizhen's fingers, which had tangled within it, tugging in a way that almost hurt. A hurt so delicious it had drawn gasps and moans from Yin Yu's parted lips. A plea for more, which was answered so readily as they'd fallen back onto their bed in a tangle of limbs and tongues. Grabbing and tugging and squirming out of layers of fabric that had so rudely come between them. Tossed carelessly somewhere in the room, they lay forgotten and unnecessary, and their hands could now run freely over each other, exploring familiar curves and angles.
Palms, roughened by years of training, brushed over Yin Yu's soft, bare skin. They were a fighter's hands. Steady, strong, fearless hands. Calloused from use, and yet they could be so surprisingly gentle. They caressed him, worshiping the planes of Yin Yu's body. His palms tracing the curve of his side, a thumb brushing so lightly over his pebbled nipple.
Yet they could also be firm in all the right ways. The way they gripped Yin Yu's hips as he gasped, arching off the mattress. Their hips almost meeting except for the way Quan Yizhen gripped him tightly. He pressed him firmly into the mattress, holding him as Yin Yu squirmed against him, desperate for more contact, needy for more everything.
Another gasp from parted lips, reddened and a little swollen from their fervent kisses. Yin Yu's fingers running through the tangle of brown curls before sliding down to his shoulders. His nails dug into his freckled skin, leaving small crescent moons in their wake.
"Yizhen," the name fell from Yin Yu's lips in a desperate gasp. His hips trying to lift again despite the firm hold Quan Yizhen had on them. Quan Yizhen had heard his name on his Shixiong's lips many times. He loved the way it sounded, whatever the tone Yin Yu used. Whether it was affectionate or exasperated, when Yin Yu said it it was a reminder that he meant something to him. That he was someone to him. That, though everything had fallen apart, he had lost him, he had found him again. And now he had a new favourite way Yin Yu spoke his name. In this pleading, breathless voice when he was needed, when he was pleasing him the way he was so desperate to do. "Please, I need—"
His sentence cut off in a moan, as Quan Yizhen's mouth brushed over the curve of his neck, the soft scrape of teeth that turned that I need into something he couldn't quite make out, but he knew meant he was unravelling him the way he deserved to be unravelled. Yin Yu, normally so composed and put together, fell apart so beautifully beneath Quan Yizhen's loving hands.
"I know," Quan Yizhen soothed, his lips still pressed to his neck. His hand slid from Yin Yu's hip, drawing his leg over his hip. The movement drew Yin Yu closer, their arousals pressing together in a way that drew more incoherent noises from him. Yin Yu's nails dug deeper into his shoulders, pulling him into a desperate kiss. Their lips tangled again, all need and desperation.
"Yizhen."
This time, the plea was almost a sob, Yin Yu's hips moving against Quan Yizhen's with none of his usual grace. There had been a time when it had taken a lot more than this to get Yin Yu in this state. His guilt and certainty that he did not deserve Quan Yizhen's forgiveness, let alone his love, had required patience and soothing to break through. With time, their relationship had changed, and Quan Yizhen had become something of an expert at easing Yin Yu's spiral and undoing every layer of composure.
"I've got you," Quan Yizhen murmured, adjusting his position just so. He pressed into Yin Yu, a slow roll of his hips that had him moaning Quan Yizhen's name again and clinging to him. He felt so good, the way he arched against him, his hips rolling to meet Quan Yizhen's own thrusts.
There had been a time when they hadn't even known how to speak to one another anymore. The fractured pieces of their former bond making it difficult to navigate a safe path to rebuild it. And now they were in a good place. Great, even. They moved together, not needing words to know what the other needed.
Yin Yu's fingers tangled in his hair, pulling his mouth to his own. His mind was blissfully empty of negative thoughts. Now he no longer felt guilt about what they had. Despite his actions, despite the harm he had caused, he could not deny that Quan Yizhen loved him and Yin Yu loved him in return. And maybe it was selfish of him, maybe he didn't deserve Quan Yizhen, but he could not fight it. He didn't even want to. He just couldn't imagine his life without him in it.
"Yu-er," Quan Yizhen said, pulling back enough that he could look at him. His hand lifted, cupping the cheek which Yin Yu had not realized was damp until Quan Yizhen's thumb brushed away a tear which had slid down to his jaw. "What's wrong? Did I hurt you?"
"No! No," Yin Yu said hastily, shaking his head. "I just— I am okay. I just need you to know I love you."
Quan Yizhen's smile was dazzling. Yin Yu's own personal sun. It melted something inside him, warming him to his very core.
"I love when you say that," he said. "Tell me again."
Yin Yu returned the smile, a little watery through a fresh wave of tears. He could do that. He could tell him again. Now, and forever. Especially if it made Quan Yizhen look at him like that.
"I love you."
Quan Yizhen's lips crushed Yin Yu's, his own "I love you too" muffled into the kiss. And once they had reached their climaxes, lying together in the afterglow, Yin Yu repeated the words just like he promised.