Boyfriend boyfriend boyfriend boyfriend--

Her hand snakes between her legs and she touches herself and doesn't think about what she's doing and thinks about herself in a beautiful white wedding dress and comes.

"You good?"

No but she's polite enough to let Jing Yi finish.

"Yes."

There is lots of kissing as he comes. And also inarticulate claims about Leia's goodness.

And now he's going to go run into the bathroom and contemplate throwing up.

There is a much more concerned sounding call of "You good?"

"I'm fine."

Fuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuck he looks ridiculous why does he dress like this--

Shameful running back into the room to get his men's clothes and then shameful running back.

Jing Yi had been sort of looking forward to cuddling, or something. He did not expect this.

"...do you need help...?"

"Fine!"

He washes the makeup on his face and emerges looking distinctly male and also a little bit like he wants to die.

He is. Not qualified for this. Especially not right now. Comforting a generic stranger: he can do. Comforting a near stranger he just fucked: ????

He awkwardly pats the bed to show they can come over here, if they want to.

He's going to sit several inches away.

"...Sorry. I should have warned you."

"It's alright."

He is started to feel kind of silly, mostly naked and covered in smeared makeup, especially with Leia-- Lev?-- so much more dressed by comparison, bu he is not leaving them alone in the room right now.

Also sitting several inches away is very valid but also a little sad.

"--Everything seems like a great idea when I'm horny and then I come and I realize how ridiculous it all is."

"I think you are being a lot less ridiculous than me."

"--no, you look beautiful."

"Aww, thank you. --But I should point out that you have managed to get it together enough to be wearing clothes." 

Mumbled: "Idon'tthinkyoushouldbewearingclothes."

"Well, if you want me to be nude, then I simply have to stay that way, then."

"It's called autogynephilia."

"Wanting me to be naked?"

"The-- reason I act like this. It's a way your brain can be fucked up where instead of being attracted to women I'm attracted to the idea of myself as a woman. And then I come and it's all-- disgusting."

Ah. Hmm.

"Sorry about that."

"It's my fault. I should have warned you-- or at least not gotten off so we could cuddle."

"You don't have to be sorry. --also if you actually want a hug that is still very much available."

Yes.

"No. I'm all-- gross."