Let's be real here, he wasn't attempting to hide his obviousness whatsoever. If anything, he was trying to be more blatant about it, especially since it's what he wants and is hoping he'll eventually get in the end. Sizhui's eyes widen owlishly, a mixture of excitement and interest as Jiang Cheng removes the belt; will he use it on him? If so, how? There are a million things racing through his mind and he's mildly disappointed that the leather strap gets set aside, but he doesn't have much time to focus on that, given how the other male moves right on to taking his pants off. Throat working with some difficulty, he swallows again, exhales a quivering breath around his fingers, blushing hotly all over when Jiang Cheng finally gets his pants and underwear down.

Fuck me, he thinks, halfway tempted to laugh at the irony of his surprise. Jiang Cheng's dick is beautiful, perfect, and in spite of being distracted by how much he suddenly wants it everywhere, he manages a brisk nod at the inquiry, somehow doesn't choke himself on his fingers when he does.

Somewhat reluctantly, Sizhui draws his hand down again and pleads breathlessly, “Please, Daddy... may I have more?”