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Shu and Luca don’t have an especially… traditional relationship, for the most part.
Luca isn’t big on any of the Alpha dom bullshit that the media laves over, and Shu isn’t particularly keen on being a traditional Omegan partner, either- it works out perfectly for them, because Shu is allowed to care for himself and be as independent as he wants, and Luca isn’t burdened with the ever-looming anxiety of having to practically own another person.
There are just… a few little exceptions to this rule.
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Shu’s temper isn’t trigger happy - not like most others that Luca knows - so it’s very rare to catch him in any semblance of a bad mood; he usually brushes things off easily, half because it’s is natural instinct to avoid confrontation, and half because he’s genuinely that calm. However, there are always exceptions, and Luca realises that today is one of those exceptions when his boyfriend comes back to their shared flat from his classes, ignores Luca’s greetings, and slams the door to his room shut.
And- well, Luca can’t have that, can he?
He decides to leave Shu alone for most of the next hour, preps a salad and some fruit for the two to eat later, stores it all in some bowls and cling wrap before heading down the hallway to his boyfriend’s room.
Luca rounds the corner of the hallway and gently knocks on the door to Shu’s room. He receives a quiet, “Come in,” and pushes the door open. The curtains are drawn, shit-quality led lights on the dimmest setting, and his glasses are low on the bridge of his nose as he types away on his keyboard.
“Baby,” Luca murmurs, and Shu blinks blearily before his eyes trail to over to the doorway. His hands rest limply on his laptop’s keyboard and his lips tug up into a small smile, weak, and he whispers a soft greeting. Luca walks in, crouches down next to Shu’s spinny chair and turns him so that they’re facing each other, presses a warm hand to his boyfriend’s cheek.
Shu’s eyes flutter shut, instinctively, and he squeezes his eyes together as a sharp spike of pain jolts through his temple. He stays still for a moment longer, just barely nuzzling into Luca’s hand before he’s pulling away sharply, fixing the placement of his glasses. “I’m sorry,” he sighs, voice stilted, “For not saying hello. Or- or anything. I was just- I am just having a bad day.”
Luca’s brows knot in worry. “Anything in specific happen? You haven’t been sleeping well, have you? And-”
“It’s fine.” Shu’s voice is harsh, and Luca doesn’t miss how he avoided the question. He also doesn’t miss the fact that Shu just cut him off- the two of them have been pretty big on respect throughout the entirety of their relationship, and it’s a mutual thing, so Luca’s more than a little surprised when Shu all but ignores him, spins his chair back around to face his laptop and continues typing. “I’m just… it’s fine. Really.”
“Shu.” Luca’s voice rasps and Shu’s nose twitches at the change in Luca’s scent. It’s not that he’s angry, yet, not by any means, but it’s suddenly much heavier, and Shu’s eyes flit over to Luca before moving back to the screen of his laptop, avoidant.
“I’m busy, Luca. I have assignments to finish.” His voice is nearing petulant, but he shifts uncomfortably in his seat; he knows what he’s done wrong, but he’s not willing to accept it, not willing to accept what happens after he does accept it.
Luca says nothing, just continues to look at Shu, posture lax even though his eyes flash dangerously. His hand rests on Shu’s thigh and Luca watches, watches as Shu’s discomfort and annoyance continue rising, and he squirms at the intense gaze on him, eyebrows twitching. All at once, his emotions spills out of him in a rush:
“Just- leave me alone, Luca, jeez! What do you even want?” He finally snaps, voice warbling around a growl as presses the heels of his palms to his eyes.
There’s a deathly silence. Luca raises an eyebrow.
“Shu,” Luca says, and even though his voice is low, quiet, the world around them is quieter, making Luca’s words echo within Shu’s mind. “Do you think that’s alright? Is that how you talk to me?”
Shu fails to respond, looks away to the side of the room instead. His breathing is picking up slightly at the way Luca’s scent has soured, a clear mood settling on the room like a blanket.
Shu realises where this conversation is leading, he has to, so it’s just a matter of getting him to go along with it. As is, it’s much harder to get Shu to admit he needs help than it is Luca; Shu is stubborn on the best of days, a bit too keen at smothering down his emotions and keeping his issues under lock and key, so Luca just hopes he can coax his boyfriend along with what he wants to do.
There’s an almost-visible tug-of-war that’s occurring within Shu’s mind, the want to let go and be taken care of versus his own strong will, his desire to be able to take care of himself.
And Luca doesn’t particularly have the patience to let Shu make that decision.
So he stands up, gathers Shu’s hair in one, large hand, curls the locks around his fingers and tugs, ever so slightly, leans closer until his lips are brushing against Shu’s ear. Shu inhales, sharp and strained, his hands coming to clench at the armrests of his seat and Luca repeats, “I said, is that how you talk to me? Hm?”
“Look, Luca, I’m-”
“Not my name, baby.”
Shu lets out an accidental whine, mouth falling open. Baby is the one nickname that never fails to get him, sends a rush of heat through his body.
He closes his mouth shut just as quickly, the internal battle continuing to rage in the depths of his head. His nails dig into his palm and he attempts to pull away from Luca’s hold, squirming.
“I’m serious. I- I need to-” he tries, but Luca presses a kiss to his cheekbone, cutting off the older’s thought process. Shu’s breath hitches at the soft pressure against his cheek and he glares at Luca, tries to speak once more, but Luca just kisses him again; starts peppering kisses on his face and moves down, slowly, to his jaw and his neck.
“Luca, please-”
“I’m not going to remind you again, Shu.” Luca’s voice has gone husky, deep and growly in a way not dissimilar to how he sounds when he uses his Alpha voice, which makes Shu’s muscles tense up, “Refer to me properly.”
“F- ngh, dammit,” Shu’s nose scrunches in annoyance and he writhes, tries to push down his steadily building arousal. A small noise erupts from Luca’s diaphragm, dangerous, and it sends a spike of fear jolting through Shu’s spine. “Luca, Alpha-” he whimpers, words all-but spilling from his lips, sudden and instinctive.
Almost instantly, the haze in his mind lifts, ever-so-slightly, his hand coming to clap over his mouth. “I didn’t mean- wait, no, I-”
“Good boy,” Luca purrs, cutting Shu off and scratching blunt nails against Shu’s scalp, making the older boy preen, “Good Omega.”
Shu’s irises flash a bright blue.
His eyes droop, glaze over, and Luca’s nose gets hit with a sudden wave of Shu’s scent; the pheromones are overwhelmingly floral, a mix of hydrangea and tulips that Luca’s grown more than used to over the past months, and addicting in nature. Shu’s thighs clench and Luca wouldn’t be surprised if his shorts were slowly dampening with slick; it has always been so easy to get the poor thing riled up.
Luca is so close to Shu that when he makes a pleased hum, low in the back of his throat, he knows that the Omega can feel it against his skin, a gentle reverberation, and it makes Shu keen in response, quivering violently.
Luca’s hands glide over the other’s body, down his waist and settling on his hipbones, and even though his eyes are glossy, Shu’s gaze momentarily flickers over to his open laptop and he shifts in Luca’s hold. He’s still trying to fight back, trying to refocus on his work, and Luca can’t have that, can’t have his Omega defying him so openly.
He growls in warning, reaches over and slams the laptop shut. Without further commotion, he picks up the damn thing and tosses it onto the bed, ignoring the panicked sound Shu makes, stands up and lifts Shu up by the waist to set him down on the table, forces his thighs apart harshly to accommodate the Alpha between his legs.
One of Luca’s hands comes up to Shu’s nape, fingers moving under the dye-damaged purple hair and pressing into the skin there, tilting Shu’s head up and leaning forwards until their foreheads are touching. The other hand comes up to Shu’s face and plucks the glasses that are sitting, askew, on the bridge of his nose, tossing it to the bed alongside the laptop.
Luca’s presence feels like it’s everywhere, and even when Shu closes his eyes, all he can hear, feel, smell - it’s all Luca, it’s all his Alpha, the sugary-sweet chamomile emanating from the blonde making Shu’s head spin and he gasps, desperate for air, lungs seemingly empty.
Shu’s lashes flutter as he opens his eyes, looks up and into Luca’s gaze, and the two remain there for a moment, tense, at a standstill- Shu tries to steady his breathing, lips puffing with every heavy exhale, and he tries to clear his head because he can’t afford this, can’t afford to take a break, but Luca, seemingly reading his Omega’s thoughts, tightens his hold on Shu’s neck, forcing a strained hiss from his throat. “Are you gonna listen to me, sweetheart? Or are you gonna continue being difficult?”
This gets Shu’s temper to rear up again. “I’m not-! I’m not being difficult, I just need to get my work done, Luca, stop.”
Luca’s free hand finds Shu’s wrists and he brings them together, holds them firm and looks into Shu’s eyes. Shu’s foul mood continues growing and he growls in anger, hands fighting against Luca’s unflinching grip- he stills for a moment, panting harshly as he realises that Luca’s not even tensing a muscle trying to hold him in place.
Shu’s face scrunches in outrage. “Will you stop,” he snarls, teeth bared, and his legs move to kick at whatever part of Luca he can reach, but he falters slightly as he looks at Luca's face, one eyebrow raised, unimpressed.
“Will you stop misbehaving?” Luca asks conversationally, gently digging his nails into Shu’s nape, making his boyfriend’s spine straighten automatically. An annoyed sound crackles out of Shu’s throat and he begins his struggle anew, now starting to slightly panic. He can’t fight back against Luca, not even if he really tries, but if Luca keeps him here, then he’s screwed; he’s absolutely and wholeheartedly screwed-
“I’m not misbeha- let me fucking go, I swear to god-”
Luca’s hand lets go of Shu’s neck and moves down to slap the inside of his thigh.
The sound cracks around the small room, and Shu completely stills in shocked silence, unmoving in the Alpha’s hold, breath rushing out of him as his thigh flares up red, pinpricks of pain dancing along the patch of skin.
“What the-”
Luca slaps him again, hard, on the exact same spot. Shu yelps, thigh burning, and he opens his mouth to argue, but Luca looks at him with blood-red eyes and orders him to, “Quieten down,” and Shu’s defiance dies down in his throat. Luca’s throat rumbles in satisfaction.
“Good boy,” Luca murmurs, and Shu shudders pathetically, glaring at Luca weakly before he looks away, chin held high. Luca grabs him by the chin and guides his head back, forces Shu to look into his eyes even as the poor Omega’s eyes flutter in discomfort from the intensity of Luca’s stare. “You gonna continue being like this for me? Nice and obedient?”
“Shut up,” Shu rasps, trying to ignore the heat on his thigh from the earlier swats, “Seriously, Luca, I’m not in the mood today. Leave me alone.”
Luca looks at him and sighs, long and tired, as though Shu is nothing but a little nuisance that he has to deal with. Shu clenches his jaw and sees red, temper rising again and he digs his nails into Luca’s palm, the small bit of skin he can reach using his restrained hands; Luca retaliates by digging his nails into the meat of Shu’s thigh - drawing out a pained hiss - before leaning closer, until the blonde’s lips are brushing against the shell of his ear, warm breaths fanning across his cheekbone. He moves his head lower, lower.
Luca licks a burning trail up the side of Shu’s neck and Shu trembles. “Wait, don’t-”
The Alpha cuts him off with a small lick, and then another; his lips suction around a slow, languid suck right against Shu’s scent gland.
And oh god, that’s right where a mating mark would be-
Logically, Shu knows that Luca wouldn’t bite him, not right now, in this moment of high tension with no prior planning, but fuck, the thought of it…
The speed at which Shu’s anger fizzles out would be cute if it weren’t so pathetic.
He whines, hands coming up to fist in the fabric of Luca’s shirt, his waterline suddenly stinging with tears. “Alpha,” he cries out, trembling, and Luca sucks again, gently drags sharp canines across the patch of skin, and Shu arches up so hard that he almost falls off the surface of the desk. “Alpha, a- ah, Alpha.” He sounds so pitiful, scrabbling to pull himself closer to Luca, almost desperately, and Luca feels satisfaction burn in his chest.
“There we go, Shu,” he murmurs, hot breath fanning across the cooling saliva on Shu’s throat, voice purposefully lower than the other’s keening gasps, “That wasn’t so hard, was it? There we go.”
The tears dampening the corners of Shu’s eyes fall, and he feels like he’s going to choke on Luca’s scent, possessive and sweet, cloying Shu’s senses; he’s so wet with tears and slick and he swallows the excess saliva pooling in his mouth with an audible sound. Shu feels like he’s getting whiplash; he’s lightheaded, dazed at the speed of which Luca has managed to turn the situation around, the small part of him that should be annoyed at his boyfriend all-but eradicated- all he can focus on is the feeling of Luca’s wet, open mouth dragging over his neck, paying special attention to his scent gland, making his hips roll up helplessly.
Shu’s head falls forwards onto Luca’s shoulder with a gasping sob, and Luca pushes the two of them impossibly closer, grinds the heel of his palm on the front of Shu’s shorts and delights in the filthy moan that’s drawn out of his lips, high-pitched and needy.
“You finally gonna be good for me, baby?” Luca asks, manhandling Shu, moving his limbs around so he can undress the plaint boy easier, slide down his shorts in a smooth motion and toss it somewhere in the back of the room.
Luca lifts a hand to Shu's head to fist in his hair and he yanks, drawing out a sweet little cry, and he presses his thumb to Shu’s lips, pushing it inside his mouth; there’s a small bit of drool trailing down the side of his mouth that makes Luca’s eyes darken dangerously and Shu nods meekly. “‘M good,” he slurs deliriously, gurgling around the finger in his mouth, “I’m good for Alpha, I’m-”
Luca pulls his thumb almost entirely out of Shu’s mouth before slamming it back in, making Shu choke around his words, a whimper rising from his throat. “Are you, Shu?” Luca continues fucking his thumb into Shu’s mouth, and now that the boy’s shorts are off, Luca can see the way his cock leaks against his abdomen freely, slick running down his thighs. “Would a good boy have ignored his Alpha like that? Snapped at me?”
“Mn-!” Shu gasps as Luca pushes his thumb down, pressing hard onto Shu’s tongue, making his throat spasm. “I’m sorry,” he apologises, words wet and barely coherent, and Luca gently pries his finger out of Shu’s mouth, dips the hand under Shu’s shirt and circles a nipple with the spit-slicked finger. “ Ah- I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to,” he whines, back arching, chest pushing forwards into Luca’s touch. He’s heating up, veins full of fire and body tingling as Luca continues pinching and tugging at the bud.
“You know better than to talk to me like that, don’t you?” Luca’s voice is drenched in disappointment and Shu responds with a soft cry, instinctually devastated by the idea that he’s made his Alpha upset. He looks up to Luca with doe-eyes, wide and teary - a far cry from the annoyed squint they were just minutes ago - and apologises again and again and tries to ignore the way his weeping cock aches from the lack of friction, a distinct emptiness making him throb.
“You’re saying sorry,” Luca says, voice casual, and Shu tries not to whine at the feeling of his shirt brushing against his sensitive chest. “But are you really? Because I think that the only thing your slut-stupid cock can focus on right now is getting fucked.”
What.
What the hell.
There’s a cocktail of embarrassment and anger and straight arousal that swirls in Shu’s mind, forces a garbled sound out of his throat at the sheer mortification he feels at Luca’s words.
“No- no… that’s not-”
Smack.
The pain doesn’t register, not for at least a few seconds. The strike was far softer than Luca’s usual hits, but it was on the most sensitive part of his body, and after the first few, numbing seconds, the pain rushes over Shu all at once, more tears spring to his eyes and fall down the apples of his cheeks. “Try again,” Luca drawls, voice singsong-y, and his hand comes down to deliver another swift hit to Shu’s cock.
And god, it hurts. Really, genuinely hurts, itches and stings in a way that desperately needs relief but Luca does nothing, watches as Shu lets out a strangled wail and tries to shrink away from the Alpha’s hold. The pain is a mixture of searing and a dull ache, one that never recedes, and Shu’s face contorts in pure embarrassment as he realises that he’s somehow more turned on, now, absolutely dripping slick.
And Luca grins in a way that tells Shu he knows exactly how this is affecting the Omega. His index finger draws a line up and down the length of Shu’s cock and the featherlight touch makes him mewl, desperate, cock bobbing against his abdomen, before Luca slaps his cock once more. Shu isn’t expecting it, not when his brain is melting out of his ears at the meagre amount of stimulation he’s been given, and so the pain rolls through him in numbing jolts of electricity, makes his thighs attempt to snap shut, only to get blocked by Luca’s body.
Shu’s eyes roll back into his head, legs squeezing around Luca’s waist and he cries out as Luca gently brushes his thumb over the dripping head of Shu’s cock, collecting the excess of precum there on the pad of his finger.
“Needy thing,” Luca admonishes, “This is supposed to be a punishment, but you’re just getting fucking wetter at it.”
The sound of Luca scissoring his fingers, toying with the precum there is obscenely loud, so much so that Shu flushes bright and red in humiliation, hands twitching at his sides because he’s so turned on but he’s so embarrassed that he doesn’t know what to do.
Luckily, he doesn’t need to think for much longer; Luca’s planning on doing that for the both of them.
Luca’s hand comes down to Shu’s hole, and he’s sopping; there’s a small puddle of slick on the table and Luca would have to be insensate to not notice how wet Shu’s thighs are with slick, and he slips his index and middle finger in easily, meeting barely any resistance. Within a few thrusts, and completely on purpose, Luca brushes over Shu’s prostate, making the Omega arch up with a sob. His eyes have gone completely blue, now, coherent thought thrown out the window to let his instincts shine through, and Luca feels himself slowly lose more and more control, too.
Shu’s not even speaking, anymore- too gone to apologise, too gone to fight back, soft little wails and cries leaving him, and they make something sadistic in Luca sing in glee. He continues gently brushing two fingers over Shu’s prostate over, and over, and over, until Shu’s body is wound up tight, barely breathing, gasping for air with two hands wrapped around Luca’s neck for some semblance of stability. Luca pauses for a bit out of pure pity, mostly because he doesn’t want to make Shu pass out, and he takes the moment to look at his face - pretty, pretty, pretty - his quivering shoulders, wet little mouth, damp lashes.
“What do you want, baby?” Luca asks, and the word baby leaves his throat in a low rasp. Shu clenches around the fingers in him, rocks forward on instinct and presses damp kisses to Luca’s neck, the junction of his jaw and ear- whatever part of the Alpha that he can reach.
“Want- wanna make you come, please, please,” he babbles, words breathy and fanning over Luca’s skin, and Luca rubs his cheek on Shu’s hair, back and forth, nuzzles into him and pushes down the delighted smile growing on his face.
“Yeah?” Luca asks, “You wanna get me off, hm?”
“Please.”
Luca slips his fingers out of Shu, which earns him a needy mewl, and he wipes the slick off his hand onto his jeans before his hands move to grab onto Shu’s waist, and he lifts him off the table, sets him on the ground and watches as Shu’s knees wobble dangerously under him. Luca pulls Shu’s spinny chair, which had been pushed to the side of the room, back to where the two are standing, settles down on it, comfortable. Shu looks at him through blurry eyes, breath hitching every few moments.
“Well?” Luca spreads his legs, cups his head with a hand and rests his elbow on the armrest. He looks down at his crotch expectantly, then looks back up at Shu. “Get on with it, baby.”
Wait, what is he- oh. Oh.
Shu drops to his knees so fast he’s sure they’re going to bruise - legs spread out in a ‘w’ shape - but he can’t focus on that, not when Luca’s cock is centimeters in front of his face, covered by nothing but a couple of layers, denim and fabric. Shu practically falls forwards, mouths wetly at the bulge in Luca’s jeans and whines, high and pretty, as one of Luca’s hands settles atop his head.
He feels like a dog.
“Take ‘em off, Shu,” Luca says. The words are lax, nowhere near the same tone as an order, but it holds the same weight as one, to Shu, settles heavy in his mind and he scrabbles to undo the zipper. Luca helps, lifts his hips to take his jeans and boxers off, and Shu looks up at Luca with damp eyes and and wet lips as Luca circles a hand around the base of his cock and gently feeds the tip into Shu’s open mouth.
Shu remains still, does nothing but take it as Luca slips the tip of his cock in and out of his mouth, rubbing the head against his pink tongue; Luca croons at how adorable his boyfriend looks, hands clenched by his sides in an attempt not to touch himself and lips quivering around the length in his mouth, precum sticking to the insides of his cheeks and swallowed down by his eager little mouth.
Luca pushes Shu forward by the head, groans as he feels Shu’s throat close up around him when he hits the back of his Omega’s throat. Shu is so fucking good at this, tongue swirling around the tip and whimpered sounds sending shocks of vibrations through Luca’s cock, drooling because he’s nowhere near lucid enough to swallow the excess saliva pooling in his mouth. Luca pushes Shu’s head back and forth; he’s practically being used like a fleshlight, now, and he's such a good boy, wraps his pretty lips around Luca’s cock and allows the Alpha to use him however he pleases.
Shu is so overwhelmed.
His abdomen feels sticky with precum, clenching every so often whenever Luca pushes him just a bit too far and his throat spams beautifully around Luca’s arousal, and he wants Luca to come so badly, wants to come himself. He shuffles in place slightly, tries to push his thighs closer together to get some approximation of stimulation, but Luca’s hand tightens punishingly in his hair, forces him all the way down on the blonde’s cock, makes him gag in a way that makes Luca go feral.
And then he places a socked foot on top of Shu’s weeping arousal.
Shu probably would’ve screamed if his mouth wasn’t stuffed full, and as is, he lets out a high pitched sound, does a full-body shudder, hands coming up to claw at Luca’s thighs as the Alpha gently presses the heel of his foot against Shu’s cock. Luca doesn’t move, doesn’t provide any more friction; he looks down at Shu and grins, gives him a cruel look that says, do it yourself.
Shu doesn’t need to be told twice.
Luca’s cock is a heavy weight in his mouth, moving in and out, and the groans of the man above him only spur him on further, to suction his lips tighter around the length and swallow over and over. He looks filthy, rutting up into Luca’s foot like a needy mutt, his hole clenching around nothing as Luca continues to roll his hips forwards into Shu’s stretched-out mouth.
And dammit, as embarrassing as it is, Shu is so close to coming that it’s insane - his current position is humiliating but he’s so turned on, feels his orgasm approaching nearer and nearer, body trembling so hard he’s surprised his teeth haven’t accidentally grazed Luca’s cock yet.
And Luca doesn’t seem to be faring much better, either. He’s groaning, low and deep, murmuring near-pornographic praises at Shu that make his head spin, and the slow roll of his hips is slowly devolving into something faster, something animalistic; he fucks into Shu’s mouth harshly, drawing cries and whines out of the desperate Omega.
Luca presses his foot down hard, and the pressure against his slippery, sensitive cock hurts, hurts in a way that makes Shu’s throat open up and do something that makes Luca come- Shu doesn’t have the wherewithal to properly identify what he did, but Luca’s come is thick and warm, and when he pulls out of Shu’s mouth, most of it spills out, which makes Shu desperately tilt his head back and attempt to swallow it all.
He’s making sounds- he’s pleading, Luca thinks, but all Luca can understand is Shu’s tone, his words too slurred together and wet; Luca continues gently rubbing his foot against Shu’s cock and the Omega thrashes, a fresh wave of tears spilling out of his eyes and all it takes is Luca leaning forwards, whispering a, “Come for me,” to get Shu to come.
There’s so much- Shu comes so hard that it hits him in the chin and trails down his abdomen and he keeps coming, watery and too much and he wails, gasps like his lungs are completely empty and his body twitches like a dying animal, squirming as much as his exhausted body will allow.
Luca drops down to the floor next to Shu and gathers the trembling boy in his arms, rubs the cool tip of his nose against Shu’s neck, his scent gland, overheated, and Shu wraps his arms around Luca’s neck and tries to pull him closer, closer, and closer still. Luca continues nuzzling into him, gently scratching Shu’s scalp with blunt nails until his breathing calms down from the near-hyperventilative state it was at, and Luca tightens his hold protectively on the Omega.
“How do you feel, baby?” Luca asks gently, brushing his boyfriend’s damp hair away from where it was stuck to his forehead, and Luca’s words vibrate throughout Shu’s body, voice husky from the aftereffects of his orgasm.
Shu doesn’t respond, just makes a muffled sound and tightens his hold around Luca’s neck, tucks his head into the crook of his shoulder, and Luca smiles tiredly, presses a kiss to the side of his head.
“You all tuckered out, darling?” Luca’s words are teasing, and he hears Shu let out an undignified grumble; Luca giggles, kisses him once more, apologetic, before slightly shuffling backwards with Shu in his arms until his back hits a wall of the room.
“How ‘bout we rest here for a bit? You fine with that?”
Shu brings his knees closer to his chest, curls up like a kitten and lets out a satisfied purr at the way Luca’s hand continues gently playing with his hair. He nods, movement weak, and Luca feels the up-and-down of Shu's head against his chest- he has to put in a solid effort not to coo at how damn cute Shu’s being, his eyes scrunching up from the force of his smile.
He wipes his sweaty hand against the fabric of his shirt and intertwines it with Shu’s, bringing it up to his lips and placing one more kiss on it before settling against the wall, comfortable, content.