[ He has to bring up a hand to cover his own groan as he feels that overwhelming heat slip away, resting his forehead against a hip as he looks up into those dark eyes. He plants a kiss on a navel, regaining his braincells in the process, and rises to slip a hand in Wen Kexing's to safely lead him from the pond. ]

You can do whatever you want. Would you like me to carry you to the hanshi, once we are dressed? If you're ... sore.