"I - oh -" He blushes deep red and hides his face against Shang Beida's shoulder, trying to keep his mouth shut. It only sort of works - there's a small whimper as the other's lips press against his skin. He holds the other a little tighter and closes his eyes.

No. He needs to control himself. He can't let himself feel things like this. He doesn't deserve it. No one would want it. ... But Shang Beida's said that he does. But... but he's a failure...

Casper stumbles for a moment and presses his boyfriend against the wall with a dull thud, his breath hitching slightly. He doesn't deserve this he doesn't deserve this he doesn't deserve this - but he wants it. Ever since the older man was touching him and helping him clean out his wounds he's craved more of that gentleness. "Touch... me. Please." It comes out more desperate than he intends but he's also not totally in control of his faculties right now.