“F-fuck—“ Shang Beida’s nails dig into Casper’s back, and the fingers of his other hand tighten on his nipple. Okay, maybe he doesn’t need a closet, because this is an even hotter variety of being manhandled, and he is absolutely not going to last either. “Fuck, Casper, you’re so— fuck, please, baobei, need you— so hot—“ His legs have somehow ended up wrapped around Casper’s waist and he’s grinding fairly desperately back against him, and his babbling is only cut off when he gives in to the urge to bite down on Casper’s shoulder. He’s going to die right here of extremely horny fulfillment.