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The door was opened slightly, and the creaking sound from the hinges were the only signs of the door being opened. He slipped in, avoiding making too much sound, and he closed the door before locking it and taking his shoes off. Yuning had not expected to be home so soon, but since he was home already, he would enjoy it. He carefully made his way into the living room, and he could see Xiao Gui lying on the couch asleep.
Yuning smiled softly at the sight, and his tired eyes did not feel so tired anymore； all his fatigue washed away. He took his slippers off quietly – being careful to not make too much noise – and he walked over to the couch, crouching next to the furniture, and looking the younger for a while. His smile faded for a while, though, as Xiao Gui began stirring and the thought of him not wanting Yuning to be home so soon irked the latter to think about. He tried moving away, but his foot got caught against the sewing of the carpet and so he could only stay there.
Linkai was blinking his eyes, and when he noticed the other person in the room with him, his eyes fluttered open, and he stared at Yuning. Soon, a smile erupted on his face, and he grabbed Yuning into a tight and warm hug, snuggling his face into the elder’s neck. Yuning requited the hug – letting his fingers find the younger’s hair, tangling themselves together –, breathing in the scent of Xiao Gui.
No words had to be said. No words had to be spoken.
He pulled back, pressing his forehead against Xiao Gui’s, and the two closed their eyes as they let the presence of each other fall back into their senses. It was a quiet, senseless atmosphere, and the pair let themselves embrace each other for long and unlimited time.
Yuning pursued his emotions, and he chased Xiao Gui’s lips until they met. Xiao Gui moved his head – tilting his head until their lips locked comfortably like a puzzle. His hands were no longer around Yuning’s torso, and instead were now tugging at his hair, his neck, his shoulders. Their lips moved as if synchronised, and Yuning soon poked his tongue out in the kiss, making Xiao Gui melt at the action and opening his lips to let his tongue in.
It was an understanding, loving, and passionate kiss, and all the emotions were poured into it. It was a two-month trip used to film a show, yet the feelings of being apart and not able to see each other daily was a part of their work that they were making up for. Xiao Gui sat up – bringing Yuning to go on his knees and straighten his back -, guiding his hand across Yuning’s spinal area.
Almost as if a fight for dominance, Xiao Gui used his tongue in a fight against Yuning’s, before slowly losing to its submissive state. Yuning left his left hand to continue pulling at Linkai’s hair, and threaded his other hand on the latter’s hip bone – rubbing the spot with caution and care. It was also as if a use for the other to lean in closer, and instead of their lips connecting, it was Yuning’s against Xiao Gui’s cold skin.
His neck was covered by Yuning’s kisses – stolen and asked – leaving small patches of warmth in its wake. Biting softly at his collarbone, Yuning pulled back a bit to pull the younger’s collar down so that he could leave a small mark; a claim that Xiao Gui was his.
A soft, controlled groan escaped the younger’s lips, and he could feel Yuning’s teeth make contact with his skin. The contact caused the Linkai to stop his hands that were everywhere, and instead to focus on holding the elder close.
Yuning pulled away slowly, his breath heavy and his eyes in awe as he moved a little bit away from the younger’s exposed neck, and he lifted his gaze to face Xiao Gui. It was like their faces were murals of paint – emotions splashed everywhere and entirely covering every inch of the canvas.
Xiao Gui threw himself against Yuning, wrapping his arms around his neck and resting his head on his shoulders. Yuning let a small smile expose his happiness, and he gave a breath of laughter out as he tightened his grip around Xiao Gui’s waist.
Silent, quiet scene. Almost as if the only sounds heard were just whispers of emotions that flew off the page of their expressions.
The atmosphere pierced with rejoice, silent laughter, and silent tears.
Happy tears.
The hug was lasting longer than a minute, yet not the same amount as the two months that they lost of being able to hug, touch, and not miss. Yuning wrapped his arms around Xiao Gui even tighter – making the younger slide off the couch so that he was comfortable in the grip and warmth of Yuning’s embrace – and he breathed a sigh of relief that he was finally home. Glad to be home early. Xiao Gui snuggled closer into the hug, and he could feel dry tears beginning to fall.
Yuning pulled away – not too far, just in reach to be able to still feel the younger’s breath – and he caught the tear with his hand, palming the tears that Xiao Gui let free. He gave him a smile, almost as if he wanted to say, ‘I’m here’, though he only smiled. He pressed a kiss against Linkai’s cheek, kissing the tear with as much care as he could convey through a kiss, and he used his hand to play a little bit with Xiao Gui’s fringe – using his fingers to twirl at it and to push it away slightly from the latter’s eyes.
The younger leaned into the touch, letting Yuning blow small huffs at him as a tease, or for him to weave his hair like a needle and a thread. It felt good, to finally be able to touch the skin of the person he loves.
It felt happy, to finally be able to play with each other’s hair and feel how soft it may have gotten.
It was wonderful having those little things that sparked so much of their joy.
They were happy.
And they are happy with each other.
Yuning felt that maybe the silence of a world is the best for everyone at listening and communicating after all.