That earns another shaky breath, but his legs loosen slightly beneath Jiang Cheng's touch, his fingers unfurl again and he lets himself slump further onto his stomach. “No, they haven't... I— I'm not inexperienced, but I've done very little.”

And he's certainly never done anything like this before. Sizhui shudders, though doesn't hesitate to let his legs spread further, pursing his lips then burying his face into the bedsheets beneath them to muffle a groan as those roaming fingers ghost over the garters, up to the belt then back down to the tops of the stockings. He turns, attempts sparing a half-lidded glance over his shoulder. “W-What are you going to do?”