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 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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