Song Lan breath hitches in his throat, drawing out a low moan, as the sound of his voice and the mere touch of his beloved set a fire in his veins. His arm around his beloved tightens. While he has an aversion to touch, there can be no other than Xingchen that he allowed to touch him. He has been exposed to the aphrodisiacs in this place that stroke his many desires left unsaid and he has resisted it, but he couldn't fight it any longer, not with his feelings for him.

"I'm staying. All night." And he wouldn't care if his roommates would walk in. Hopefully, for a few hours, he can be with him.

"Only if you want me and need me." He could accept this, his clothes becoming tighter. But only if Xingchen consent and is interested. "I can come back later tomorrow night." After all, they don't share the same room.