“Do you want me to stop? Because I don’t— I wouldn’t… mind seeing you… you look so fucking hot like this baobei…” Shang Beida resists the urge to bite down on Casper’s collarbone, thumb held carefully still on his nipple. He feels drunk on the ability to do this to his boyfriend. He absolutely does not want to stop, but if Casper wants to, he will. He might have to go lock himself in a closet for half an hour so he doesn’t die of all his blood being in his cock and not his brain, but he will.