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Jin Guangyao's quiet shuffling around the room might have been unsettling if Su Minshan wasn't so entranced by his lithe form and his quiet steps.
He's laying on the bed of Jin Guangyao's lrivate bedroom - not his marital bed, even if Su Minshan so wished it could be. He's naked and his arms are tied above his head, not to anything in particular, the rope simply passed between the delicate carving of the bed.
He could squirm. He is not restrained in any other way. Instead, he chooses to watch Jin Guangyao, still, before he deems whatever it is that he was doing good enough and comes to join him.
Jin Guangyao's eyes are dark with something that makes the hairs on Su Minshan's neck stand on end and his cock leak precome.
Jin Guangyao does undress fully, which he doesn't do often. Su Minshan sucks in a sharp, wonderous breath at the sight of his chest, his collarbones, his stomach, his thighs. He wants to lean into him and kiss all along the lines of his lower ribs and his legs, his mishappen hip.
Jin Guangyao has, however, asked of him that he be still, that he behaves today as the devoted man he is, and Su Minshan would quicker dig out his eyes than disobey.
Resentment swirls around the knife on Jin Guangyao's hand, and Su Minshan chokes on the heavy air that it brings aroud them, and then sucks in a sharp breath when his hand comes up to his neck and squeezes the sides of his throath.
The smile. That smile is sharp and another squeeze brings a whine out of Su Minshan's mouth, those gentle eyes the same that have looked at Su Minshan so many times, but the smile sharp like a beast's.
Su Minshan has a bruise on his side; it's almost healed, but Jin Guangyao's pressing on it still brings a cry out of his mouth, and he is not quite sure wether he wants to push into it or shy away. But he would not do the latter, his cock twitching at the chill of that hand.
There is, then, an incision - Su Minshan waits it out with bated breath, the other hand pinches at his nipple drawing moans and whimpers out of him, but Jin Guangyao asked that he be still, and he is he doesn't move even though the feeling makes him want to thrash around and sob.
The skin of his chest is delicately pulled apart, Jin Guangyao's weight now resting on his waist, and it's a feeling of skin just over his painfully hard cock. Jin Guangyao is grinding down into him, a slow thing that would seem more on instict or for comfort, and Su Minshan does his very very best to not buck up, to not disobey because he must be still.
Still, his eyes become wet with tears, more so when Jin Guangyao inserts his hand into his body, rips through the flesh of his chest with a mechanical savageness that Su Minshan is enchanted by, seeing that look on Jin Guangyao's face, that quiet sadistic glint on every corner of his expression.
It takes all that Su Minshan has to not throw his head back, but his breath speeds up and he exhales sharply several times as Jin Guangyao's hand just rests there, inside his body.
The other one comes to pinch at his nipple again, and he drifts up to lick at his tears, and then, clamps down his teeth on his neck.
Su Minshan whines out, "Lianfang-zun...!" Out of breath, and chants that as his teeth sink deeper into his flesh, and then Jin Guangyao lets go of it, leaving a profusely bloody mark, and running his tongue along that blood.
His tongue digs into each mark of each of his teeth, and Su Minshan just doesn't come because his mind is short circuiting too hard for his body to catch up with that feeling.
Then, there's a small moment; Jin Guangyao sits back on his waist, and Su Minshan doesn't know when he picked up oil because his hand looks glistering with it. There's a vulnerable look on his eyes, he curls into hinself in the most minute of ways when he gives his cock some strokes, slickening it abudantly, and Su Minshan watches, commiting each second of Jin Guangyao stroking himself to memory. Jin Guangyao only stops when he bucks into his hand on instinct.
There's a stutter of his hand when he pulls away, but Su Minshan doesn't have time to consider because Jin Guangyao pushes into his eager body fully without preparation, bottoming out in only a few seconds.
It feels divine. Su Minshan feels as thought his whole world has been overbeared by Jin Guangyao, feels the press of his cock inside his ass, still for now, feels so mind numbingly full that he breaks his obedience for the first time tonight, no more than a squirm beneath him.
Jin Guangyao seems to have found it endearing, because he smiles and Su Minshan feels drunk when he licks a stripe along his exposed flesh, digs his tongue into the exposed spongy tendom of his shoulders, and Su Minshan's stomach quivers with the pain, with delight, with the intimacy of all of this.
Then, he draws back, holding a chunk of his flesh, between his teeth, and oh, he hadn't realize Jin Guangyao bit off a part of him.
Su Minshan's mind goes black and fades into static, for a while, come painting his belly, and he can only watch Jin Guangyao chew on him like a piece of chicken, watch him let the piece fall out of his mouth.
When Su Minshan has come back fully, blood stains Jin Guangyao's lips and his chin, a wild, tortuous look on his eyes.
He takes to rocking in and out of Su Minshan's spent body, trying to find his pace, and there's something endearing in there, vulnerable, his head hanging low as he seeks the handle to his pleasure, to control himself.
When he finds it, Jin Guangyao looks back up at Su Minshan's eyes, and his other hand comes crawling back up to his chest, using his come to rub at his nipple for just a small moment before it joins his other one within his chest, spreading apart his flesh in a dizzying way until his heart is there, exposed, and in all its devout glory, Su Minshan takes in a long breath, feeling so very beloved and drunk on this pain that it takes Jin Guangyao whispering into his ear "Good, Minshan, so good for me, mine." for him to come back to himself.
He cries, sobs, firstly at the praise, at that little scratch on his brain that pushes at all his buttons, and he finds that he's hard again. Then, he sobs at Jin Guangyao caging his hands over his heart and drinking in the blood that the intrusion causes Su Minshan's body, his chin and cheeks and his lips coated in even more blood.
Jin Guangyao picks up the pace that he's found for himself, something that aims to keep Su Minshan's tears coming, thrusting at his prostrate in a behated angle, and he finds himself short of breath at the sting of overstimulation, and the closeness of his hold on his heart.
There is clawing, if he could call it that, squeezing at his insides when Jin Guangyao loses the pace so carefully picked out, and comes inside of Su Minshan's body.
When Su Minshan comes, he not sure if it's Jin Guangyao's release or the way his hands pull back and give way to his face, the vulnerable manner in which Jin Guangyao mouths at his veins as he goes soft inside him.
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He sucks in a sharp breath as the needle goes in, out, in, out of his skin, Jin Guangyao's gentle focus of sewing his skin back together. Su Minshan feels new, low, flames of arousal licking at his belly.
His body has been conditioned into desire at the cold of Jin Guangyao's hands and pain, though he doesn't get hard again. He breaths slowly, watches Jin Guangyao with adoration.
When he's done fixing it, Jin Guangyao motions for him to lay down, and he does. Su Minshan melts when he curls against his shoulder, his body bent into a the shape of a question mark.
He closes his eyes. And he sleeps.