"Thou'rt so good," Sagramore murmurs, in the midst of more kisses, his deft hands finding their way under Shen Qingqiu's robes (having had practice on Luo Binghe's more than once, he's very comfortable sorting his way through this kind of clothing now). He is happy to see Shen Qingqiu relaxed, for once, and permitting himself the kind of pleasure he clearly wants. He's happy to have the chance to touch him like this, his fingers sliding along skin; he grazes one of Shen Qingqiu's nipples with his thumb and sucks softly at his throat -- careful to leave no marks for (he hopes) Luo Binghe to find later.