Dash groans a little at the words, which have an effect of their own. Already held so close in Sungmin's arms, exactly as he most wishes to be, Dash wonders if he's not going to come apart in Sungmin's arms without either of them touching each other at all in a sexual manner.

Right now, he could believe it's possible. Hands scrambling to hang onto Sungmin as best he can, Dash nods quickly. "Okay, first- yes, let's do that-" he says, all his words a bit broken up.

"I'm not going to last. I don't- I don't think you even have to touch me." He laughs a little, sheepish and overwhelmed. His head falls to the side to better expose his neck if Sungmin wishes to keep kissing him.

"Before," he tries to say. "Before, I couldn't really... feel my power..." He knew it would leave him and move to Sungmin, but he couldn't really tell how much of it there was or how to direct it. Now, he has a little idea. Drawing a breath, he thinks about that power traveling to Sungmin.

Except instead of it moving aimlessly, he tries to imagine it in the other's arms. Like a little electricity that starts at Sungmin's shoulders and moves along them. "Can you feel that?"