"Mm. No plans to die. Too happy. Don't wanna." He kisses whatever bit of skin is in front of his face. "Rest... yeah. With you." Shang Beida is warm and content and still touching an intoxicating expanse of Casper's skin and the edge of sleep isn't hard to find. He sighs and relaxes into Casper, fingers absently playing over the skin of his back.
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