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Su Minshan shivers a bit when his cold hands come to his stomach, cleaning the wound with cold water.
Jin Guangyao can't help a small smile that he, otherwise, stays completely still. Panic had seized him when Su Minshan jumped in front of him and took a stab to the stomach in his stead, but now, he know that it'll be fine. He is a strong cultivator.
There's something of drunken focus on his eyes too, he notes, that precious look that Su Minshan gets when he's serving or when he wants to. Like the pain of this wound serves to cement his devotion, like he's not regretful about jumping in front of a sword.
Jin Guangyao wonders...
When the wound is clean, he presses at it in a slight way. Su Minshan moans, but it's not all pain. No, not at all - the tears rolling down his eyes are overwhelm, Jin Guangyao can tell.
"Minshan..."
He is not aiming for an answer when he speaks his name, just musing, but Su Minshan makes a small sound of ackowledgement, and Jin Guangyao's eyes crinkle gently, adoringly.
Su Minshan is devout to him, and Jin Guangyao would be a fool not to appreciate it.
He places a kiss on Su Minshan's stomach, looking at his face after - he's crying. He's never quite been able to hold back tears when they're caused by Jin Guangyao in any way, and Jin Guangyao doesn't mind that at all. His tears have a way to squeeze at his heart.
Jin Guangyao sighs softly when he feels his cock hardening with interest. Said tears also have a way to make him aroused.
He spares one, maybe two, thoughts towards propriety, but what propriety is there left between him and Su Minshan? He doesn't have a reason to concern hinself with the opinion of a man that saw him at his worst and pulled him back up.
He unfastens his sash belt, pulling apart his robes and letting his trousers pool at his feet.
Su Minshan makes another small sound - wonder? Something like that, as his eyes rave over Jin Guangyao's body - a leer that doesn't chill him.
Jin Guangyao gives his cock a few strokes, his robes falling open and exposing his chest. Su Minshan's hand comes to touch him, press flat against his chest, still. Like observing something so far above himself, and he would be lying if he said he doesn't like the sentiment.
It's good that Su Minshan is sitting, otherwise Jin Guangyao would not be able to do this and he might not have the gall to ask.
Knowingly, Su Minshan spreads apart his legs - an implicit permission, if what is already between weren't enough.
Jin Guangyao presses inside the wound. He does it slowly, keeps an iron grip on his restraint to not beastly thrust in at once. Su Minshan's pained moans could deter someone else, but Jin Guangyao knows the nature of the hold he has on his waist, that one grip that begs to be used, to be of service.
Jin Guangyao breaths out shakily once he's fully sheated in the wound, lets his forehead rest on top of Su Minshan's head. He holds onto his hair for a few moments, looking to catch back the threads of his mind that slipped his grip.
He feels a small kiss on his chest, fluttering, light. It's a gentleness that makes Jin Guangyao shiver, and he manages to pick back up what he had lost of himself in the scorching heat of Su Minshan's body.
To find a pace is another fight, and Jin Guangyao chokes out small whines and he moves in and out slowly. Su Minshan's voice joins his in tandem, and his back curls into a C shape, feeling the warmth of Su Minshan's breath on his chest, egged on by the lithany of moans and sobbing whimpers that spill out of his mouth like music.
He braces himself on Su Minshan's shoulders, enjoying the proximity and the heat of his body, the slick slide of the inside of his fresh, the blood.
He gives small kisses to Su Minshan's head, rests his own there after a few moments.
Jin Guangyao starts losing control of the carefully maintained threads of his mind once again, losing the pace and just grinding there, deep. The orgasm sneaks up on him, but it frankly shouldn't have, given the incoherency of his thoughts.
He just stays in that same position for a while, blinks small tears out of his eyes, and then he pulls back.
"Ah," Jin Guangyao's breath is slight and his eyes crinkle with a slight embarassment, but Su Minshan looks utterly fucked out, and if the wet patch on his trousers is anything to go by, he enjoyed this just as much as Jin Guangyao did.