The noises are a little concerning, but as soon as the wings appear, Sizhui can't contain his excitement and he certainly doesn't resist giggling whenever Zhuque's feathers almost span the length of his room. Then they drape around them, a dark, protective curtain from the outside world. He exhales, slow and deliberate, adjusts to where he's halfway straddling the man's thighs while both hands stretch out toward those offered wings.

And ever-so-gently, he ghosts his fingers over them, unable to help the wide grin coming across his face as he moves along the muscle where the appendage connects to Zhuque's shoulder. “Beautiful,” the younger whispers breathlessly, doe-eyed gaze on Zhuque's face, entirely focused on the task at hand. (Pun intended.)