[ Dash shivers a little at Sungmin's explanation, feeling faraway from his body and the words, but still absorbing their impact as if it were something tangible. He wants very much to reach for Sungmin and pull him closer and perhaps kiss him very, very many times.

But part of his brain is still sober enough to know he shouldn't.

He's not that drunk. Thankfully.

Still, it's hard to resist. He makes a little whining noise, largely to himself. Then, he waits a second before turning his attention to Sungmin again. ]

It sounds incredible... [ Nodding, he lets his fingertips brush over Sungmin's on his arm for just a second. ] I'd- like to feel that. Yes. With you. Only... with you.

[ It seems almost silly to say so, at least to his intoxicated brain. Because... who wouldn't want to experience something that powerful with a person they cared for? To Dash, it's not about the feeling, but the idea that he could share it with Sungmin. ]

You should sleep in the bed though! I can't make you sleep on my couch. [ He sounds a little more clear-headed when saying this, as if the need to be a good host has overpowered the alcohol that's making his brain fuzzy. There's more he'd like to say, but that's the most important thing to get across right now. ]