Huaisang kisses back, a pleasant shiver going through him under those straying hands. He plays with Jiang Wanyin's tongue with his own a little, drawing it out a while longer while his fingers trail restlessly up and down his spine. After a bit, once he's more certain where this is leading, he pulls back enough to murmur with a soft smile.

"Would you like to move to my bed? There's more room there. It's more comfortable than the couch."