Each kiss and caresses make him hum with pleasure, shivering from the touches. While he has an aversion to touch, it's Xingchen. His voice, his touch, his lips spark a slow fire in his body, and it feels intimate when it's him.

Closer, warmer, drawing forth the lost, lonely part of him where has been searching for him through the provinces to reconcile with him for many seasons. To reconnect his desire and love in his mind and heart with his body.

"I would like all the way and try most things. But I do like you touching me." He finds his confidence sexy too. Much of his serious and stoic melts away to discover his playful aspect, undiscovered, warm, and not cold. His guard is also lower, his voice soft and sweeter.

"Not prepared? We can try again...tomorrow night." He suggested. At the moment, he loosens up his sash and his layer of robes and slowly removes them, falling into a pile on the floor. He takes his wrists to guide his hands to roam over his body. Song Lan's skin is warm and soft to the touch, opening himself up to allow him to explore.

"Your hands are cool, but keep touching me and kissing me." He arches his neck when he kisses over his collar and his moans continue, almost begging to keep going.