Binghe's moans shake through Shen Yuan, sending him careening over the edge. The orgasm must reactivate some left over unexecuted keysmash in Shen Yuan's brain, because as he comes back to himself he's sucking on Binghe's tongue like he's still blowing him, lewd and mortifying. He stops immediately, softening it into a more respectable but still breathless kiss, his whole body trembling.