“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.
"M... me? Looking... hot?" It does not compute, especially in his lust-hazed brain. "I don't..." He's not sure. It's awkward enough being without a shirt, but he's running out of time. Even just the heavy breathing he's doing is rubbing him against Shang Beida's thumb and he swallows hard. He's just afraid, but hasn't he been afraid of worse? His boyfriend asked him to do this, he didn't force him at all.
He's not ready to be seen totally naked - having his leg being seen is anxiety-inducing enough. But he... kind of needs to release and he's not thinking things through and the longer he waits and holds himself here the worse the feeling is and -
Casper turns, pressing his back against the cool metal of the ship and pulls his boyfriend against him, picking him up and holding him tightly to his chest. He rolls his hips and groans, desperately trying to not make too loud of a noise.
“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.
The nails on his back make him groan and he tilts his head to the side, a little surprised by the other biting him. ... It's not as if he can't heal it, it's fine. He tries to take a few deep breaths and hold himself back but -
"I'm... I'm gonna..." He whimpers, thrusting up against Shang Beida. He knows it's not going to do anything but he's so amazing even through his clothing and honestly him being half clothed is somehow sexier? He's not sure but he's not sure of anything right now and he frantically keeps thrusting until -
"O - oh! Oh... oh..." Well, he's going to need to clean his clothes in the shower again but it's fine. He takes a few breaths to calm down and feel that high running through him. He's shaky, but he's not going to drop his boyfriend, still holding him close.
Oh god, he made Casper— his boyfriend came because of him— he makes a strangled whimper, hips stuttering against the younger man’s, just a little bit more— until he stiffens, nails cutting into Casper’s back and his head falling back, mouth open in a hoarse cry. He doesn’t know when he closed his eyes. He just knows he’s touching and being touched and this is the hottest thing that has ever happened to him in his life. And he’s not sure he can organize himself to do much of anything right now other than hold onto Casper.
He holds Shang Beida as he comes, keeping him tight against his chest until - there. He lets out a long breath and walks them back over to the bed, setting his boyfriend down in a bit of a daze. He curls up next to him, just holding him for the moment. "I'm here. I'm... I'm here."
Pressing a kiss to the other's jaw he strokes the skin of his shoulder and arm lazily. "... I've got you, schatzi."
Shang Beida wraps himself around Casper like an octopus, breath ragged but slowly evening out. “I could die happy right now,” he mumbles vaguely. “Hottest thing that’s ever happened to me in my life… love you.” He nuzzles blindly into his boyfriend’s shoulder. “Do anything for you, baobei…”
"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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He's not ready to be seen totally naked - having his leg being seen is anxiety-inducing enough. But he... kind of needs to release and he's not thinking things through and the longer he waits and holds himself here the worse the feeling is and -
Casper turns, pressing his back against the cool metal of the ship and pulls his boyfriend against him, picking him up and holding him tightly to his chest. He rolls his hips and groans, desperately trying to not make too loud of a noise.
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"I'm... I'm gonna..." He whimpers, thrusting up against Shang Beida. He knows it's not going to do anything but he's so amazing even through his clothing and honestly him being half clothed is somehow sexier? He's not sure but he's not sure of anything right now and he frantically keeps thrusting until -
"O - oh! Oh... oh..." Well, he's going to need to clean his clothes in the shower again but it's fine. He takes a few breaths to calm down and feel that high running through him. He's shaky, but he's not going to drop his boyfriend, still holding him close.
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Pressing a kiss to the other's jaw he strokes the skin of his shoulder and arm lazily. "... I've got you, schatzi."
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He can always just clean himself later. Right now he's tired and he doesn't want to get up. "Rest... love you."
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