Shang Beida snickers a little too at the wet slap, peeling his robes off one layer at a time, leaving a pile of qiankun pouches on the nightstand.
He... also stops at the thin silk pants that are his last layer. And he keeps glancing at Casper, but he can't decide whether he's allowed to look or not, but boyfriend. Cute boyfriend no clothes.
And he wouldn't really mind taking off his pants too, but Casper might? He's pretty sure Casper didn't even look when he was in the decontamination shower. Casper is not from Hell Fuckworld and is a lot. Shyer. He doesn't want to freak him out.
"Whatever you're comfortable with, baobei," he says quietly.
He saw Shang Beida's butt, but that's about it. He debates it for what feels like forever before grabbing a robe and tying it shut around himself. He then reaches underneath to pull off his underwear, adding it to the pile. He feels... weird? Being naked under the robe? But it's fine.
"... It's just going to stick to everything and get other things wet if I leave them on." If he frames it as a practical thing then maybe he won't feel as weird about it. "After we hang these up can we... snuggle? I... I want to warm you up a little." As much as he can - he'll keep his leg away from the other, knowing full well the metal can be chilly.
...he takes off his pants before he puts the robe on. Just because it's easier and not at all because he kind of wants Casper to look at him.
"Yeah. That sounds. Good." He absolutely wants to be in bed with Casper like this. He steals a glance more openly now, the bathrobes framing a triangle of chest in a way that is honestly not dissimilar to how demons slut it up and therefore something he is absolutely programmed at this point to find sexy.
He scoops up his robes and darts over to kiss Casper on the cheek before going into the bathroom to hang them all up to dry, then comes out and sits on the edge of the bed. His brain is basically just boyfriend boyfriend boyfriend boyfriend. He got romanced!!
He tries not to laugh at the speed at which his boyfriend goes and hangs up the clothes before sitting next to him on the bed. He puts an arm around the older man and pulls him in close before gently lowering them to the bed. He presses a kiss to the other's nose and smiles.
"I love you with all my heart, A-Beida." He nuzzles into the crook of the other's neck, breathing quietly. Bob eyes the pair and then settles on the windowsill to watch the rain, leaving them to be sappy.
"Will you... um." This sounds childish, but. "Will you tell me a story? I don't care if it's some anime or a book or something, I just... want to hear you talk."
His breath catches, at both the sentiment and at the name. He wraps his arms around his boyfriend, squeezing him tight. "I love you so fucking much, Casper." Which is less like pretty and romantic a phrasing, but. He presses a kiss to Casper's wet hair.
"...I can do that." He wants to hear him talk. Nobody ever wants to hear him talk.
"Once there was a Crown Prince named Xie Lian who was incredibly strong and talented and handsome and amazing at fighting and cultivating, and when he was a teenager, he was in a procession to ask for blessings from the gods, where he acted out a fight, but he broke the ritual to catch a child that was falling from a tower, who would have died, and everyone said it was a terrible omen to disrupt the ritual, but all he cared about was wanting to save anyone he could. The child left dirty handprints all over his fancy golden costume, but Xie Lian didn't care, though part of that was because he was a spoiled prince and didn't have to care about that kind of thing, or that one of his earrings got lost--that was all his personal servant Mu Qing's problem to deal with."
He's running his fingers through Casper's hair as he talks, holding him close and just enjoying the warm weight against him. He's not sure he's ever been so content in his life.
He nuzzles in and listens while his boyfriend talks, letting the words wash over him. He's... tired, but not so much that he can't follow.
"Rituals are tricky..." Yawn. "Tricky things. So I can see where they're coming from, but... saving people is more important." No comment on the spoiled part - that's just how people with money tend to be. "What... what happened after that?"
Casper can feel his body growing heavy, but he wants to hear the rest of the story. "Was everyone okay?"
Casper is clearly tired and drifting off, and Shang Beida still treasures that his boyfriend trusts him enough to sleep in his presence, when he’s so wary in general. He keeps combing his fingers through his hair, holding him close, his heart full.
“The disruption to the ritual didn’t seem to cause any problems, though Mu Qing was really annoyed about his robes being messed up, and Xie Lian’s best friend Feng Xin needled him about having to take care of the robes—because all three of them were cultivators, but Mu Qing only was because Xie Lian had insisted he get the opportunity, and he didn’t get to stop being a servant even when they were at the temple training. But it all seemed to be fine, and the heavens certainly didn’t seem to be angry at Xie Lian about it, because some time later he was raised to the heavens himself as a god. And his nation Xianle was so proud of their prince god, they erected tons of temples to him, the flower crowned martial god.”
It’s just as well if Casper sleeps before he can get any farther than this, because it’s about to get depressing and he maybe should have picked a different story.
He tries to keep track of the characters but his tired mind keeps losing bits of their names and... oh. He became a god.
"That's nice..." He murmurs, yawning and drifting off. ... He assumes that's the end of the story, anyway.
... Though his own dreams are strange. He's in a strange apartment, talking to someone. He can't see her face clearly, but the little girl of about ten clinging to her dress looks a little like Shang Beida to him - similar eyes and nose, at least. ... No, they're different. A different ethnicity? He's... not as good at telling them apart as he wishes he was. But she toddles over to Casper and looks up at him.
"Daddy? Why do you have to go away again?" "You don't have to call me that, you know. ... But I have to go fight some big monsters. I'll be back in the spring for your birthday, okay?" "... Okay." "Be brave and strong for your mom, okay? And no telling your friends about me - they might get jealous." She giggles and nods, running over to hug his leg. He reaches down and ruffles her hair gently. "I might not be the dad you were born with, but I promise I'll take care of you. My little -"
He wakes up, startled, looking around. Where is - oh. ... Ah. The boat.
He’s really just content to feel his boyfriend breathing steadily in his sleep in his arms, here and real and his.
Casper wakes up with a start, and Shang Beida presses a kiss to his forehead. “Hey, baobei.” It doesn’t seem like he had a nightmare this time, at least.
“Mm… all right.” He kisses Casper’s forehead and snuggles down more comfortably. “Love you, baobei.” Once he lets himself, he slides towards sleep fairly quickly, warm and comfortable and happy tangled together with his boyfriend.
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He... also stops at the thin silk pants that are his last layer. And he keeps glancing at Casper, but he can't decide whether he's allowed to look or not, but boyfriend. Cute boyfriend no clothes.
And he wouldn't really mind taking off his pants too, but Casper might? He's pretty sure Casper didn't even look when he was in the decontamination shower. Casper is not from Hell Fuckworld and is a lot. Shyer. He doesn't want to freak him out.
"Whatever you're comfortable with, baobei," he says quietly.
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"... It's just going to stick to everything and get other things wet if I leave them on." If he frames it as a practical thing then maybe he won't feel as weird about it. "After we hang these up can we... snuggle? I... I want to warm you up a little." As much as he can - he'll keep his leg away from the other, knowing full well the metal can be chilly.
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...he takes off his pants before he puts the robe on. Just because it's easier and not at all because he kind of wants Casper to look at him.
"Yeah. That sounds. Good." He absolutely wants to be in bed with Casper like this. He steals a glance more openly now, the bathrobes framing a triangle of chest in a way that is honestly not dissimilar to how demons slut it up and therefore something he is absolutely programmed at this point to find sexy.
He scoops up his robes and darts over to kiss Casper on the cheek before going into the bathroom to hang them all up to dry, then comes out and sits on the edge of the bed. His brain is basically just boyfriend boyfriend boyfriend boyfriend. He got romanced!!
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"I love you with all my heart, A-Beida." He nuzzles into the crook of the other's neck, breathing quietly. Bob eyes the pair and then settles on the windowsill to watch the rain, leaving them to be sappy.
"Will you... um." This sounds childish, but. "Will you tell me a story? I don't care if it's some anime or a book or something, I just... want to hear you talk."
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"...I can do that." He wants to hear him talk. Nobody ever wants to hear him talk.
"Once there was a Crown Prince named Xie Lian who was incredibly strong and talented and handsome and amazing at fighting and cultivating, and when he was a teenager, he was in a procession to ask for blessings from the gods, where he acted out a fight, but he broke the ritual to catch a child that was falling from a tower, who would have died, and everyone said it was a terrible omen to disrupt the ritual, but all he cared about was wanting to save anyone he could. The child left dirty handprints all over his fancy golden costume, but Xie Lian didn't care, though part of that was because he was a spoiled prince and didn't have to care about that kind of thing, or that one of his earrings got lost--that was all his personal servant Mu Qing's problem to deal with."
He's running his fingers through Casper's hair as he talks, holding him close and just enjoying the warm weight against him. He's not sure he's ever been so content in his life.
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"Rituals are tricky..." Yawn. "Tricky things. So I can see where they're coming from, but... saving people is more important." No comment on the spoiled part - that's just how people with money tend to be. "What... what happened after that?"
Casper can feel his body growing heavy, but he wants to hear the rest of the story. "Was everyone okay?"
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“The disruption to the ritual didn’t seem to cause any problems, though Mu Qing was really annoyed about his robes being messed up, and Xie Lian’s best friend Feng Xin needled him about having to take care of the robes—because all three of them were cultivators, but Mu Qing only was because Xie Lian had insisted he get the opportunity, and he didn’t get to stop being a servant even when they were at the temple training. But it all seemed to be fine, and the heavens certainly didn’t seem to be angry at Xie Lian about it, because some time later he was raised to the heavens himself as a god. And his nation Xianle was so proud of their prince god, they erected tons of temples to him, the flower crowned martial god.”
It’s just as well if Casper sleeps before he can get any farther than this, because it’s about to get depressing and he maybe should have picked a different story.
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"That's nice..." He murmurs, yawning and drifting off. ... He assumes that's the end of the story, anyway.
... Though his own dreams are strange. He's in a strange apartment, talking to someone. He can't see her face clearly, but the little girl of about ten clinging to her dress looks a little like Shang Beida to him - similar eyes and nose, at least. ... No, they're different. A different ethnicity? He's... not as good at telling them apart as he wishes he was. But she toddles over to Casper and looks up at him.
"Daddy? Why do you have to go away again?" "You don't have to call me that, you know. ... But I have to go fight some big monsters. I'll be back in the spring for your birthday, okay?" "... Okay." "Be brave and strong for your mom, okay? And no telling your friends about me - they might get jealous." She giggles and nods, running over to hug his leg. He reaches down and ruffles her hair gently. "I might not be the dad you were born with, but I promise I'll take care of you. My little -"
He wakes up, startled, looking around. Where is - oh. ... Ah. The boat.
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Casper wakes up with a start, and Shang Beida presses a kiss to his forehead. “Hey, baobei.” It doesn’t seem like he had a nightmare this time, at least.
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Anyway. "Did you sleep? You should... you should sleep..."
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“I, uh. No, I was just. Watching you sleep.” His face heats. That’s such a weird thing to do, Airplane.
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But still... "Go to sleep, schatzi... it'll be okay."
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