Luo Binghe laughs, delighted, and presses a kiss to Shen Yuan's cheek. He very much doubts Shen Yuan would do that, if Luo Binghe told him not to, but it satisfies him. "I'll fuck you properly," he murmurs, mouth brushing Shen Yuan's ear. "So well you'll forget what socks are." He takes himself in hand and pushes in, gasping sharply at how wet Shen Yuan is, how tight even after Luo Binghe fingered him open.