Shen Yuan (peerlesscucumber)

Luo Binghe's hips jerk, impulsively seeking the touch. He has not been with anyone since Shen Yuan, over a month ago now, and he is achingly sensitive. The hungry look Shen Yuan is giving him makes him flush. Luo Binghe knows he looks good, even mostly clothed like this, but—actually, there's no reason Shen Yuan shouldn't see him at his best. He takes off his shirt, and then takes himself in hand, stroking once or twice to bring himself to full hardness, so Shen Yuan can watch him leak onto his abs. Acting without thinking, he thumbs the head and then smears the wetness across Shen Yuan's lower lip like he did with his blood, shuddering at his own actions.