There's a part of him that is very, very tempted to leave the pants off - until he remembers that they're going to ride, and then he makes sure that he does get them back on at some point.

He leans back against Jiang Cheng's chest as they ride (he is still pretty drunk himself, in all honesty, and he sort of needs the support) and just lets himself enjoy the closeness, because truthfully he's not sure how long it's going to last once Jiang Cheng is sober again. While Jiang Cheng is working on actually getting sober again, he's half meditating, letting the solid chest behind him and the sway of the horse lull him into a totally relaxed state so he can build up his reserves of spiritual energy, ready to share them with Jiang Cheng. He blinks out of it when the other man speaks. He wishes he hadn't, coming back to reality just makes him starkly aware of the fact that riding a horse so soon after being thoroughly fucked is a terrible idea.

He also thinks it should be illegal for Wanyin to whisper in his ear, especially when he's now hyper conscious of that recent fucking. It sends a shiver down his spine.

"Mmhmm," he nods, his throat suddenly dry "Are you done? I can give you the energy now..."