[ Xue Yang watches Shi Qingxuan, a loose smile on his face. His eyes travel over the skin of his neck, the marks easily standing out in contrast even in the low light. ]

Sure. I'll stay. And I'll come back sometime later, too. You can tell me about some of the other things you like.

[ He stretches, yawns, and then settles back in to lean slightly against Shi Qingxuan, keeping warm contact between them now that there's no warm arousal to offset the cool dampness from rain and sweat. ]

Is there a bed around here?