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Jin Ziyao tilted his head back allowing him to mark his neck and chest. He wanted the marks the proof that all of this was real that he was alive and breathing. His fingers trailing down to pinch over his nipples. His own erection pressed throbbing between their bodies.

His breath came in small little hitches as his lover moved inside of him. He watched him dreamily. His eyes were half-lidded and only the sound of their gasps and the motions of their bodies could be heard in the sect leader's quarters.

It was a convoluted path that led him to Nie Huaisang, and they could have saved so much heartbreak if they had realized this truth earlier in their lives. Tears pressed down his face as he angled his hips as he rocked with him.

He pressed his face into the other man's neck taking in his scent and pressing a series of hot kisses against him. "More my love, please..."