Even though the other male doesn't lean into his shy affection (yet), Sizhui isn't deterred, it seems. He keeps right on letting his fingers drag over the markings, expression brightening, his eyebrows lifting with interest once Zhuque moves even closer. Being watched while he's pretty much feeling someone else up is something he didn't know he'd be doing with his day but honestly, he can't complain, and even shifts so he can peer over the man's shoulder at the body art.

“Show them to me,” he murmurs against Zhuque's cheek, withdrawing slightly to meet his gaze after he shifts again, one hand resting just below the tattoo on his back while the other drifts up and clutches his shoulder on the same side. Don't worry, he plans to, so long as whatever he does is also comfortable with Zhuque.