He nods slowly, nose and lips ghosting over the spot between Zhuque's eyebrows, his own lashes fluttering as he considers his next move. While Sizhui does this, he strokes his fingertips along the guardian's shoulders, over the sides of his neck, across his throat then down to his collarbones. A slow, measured breath and he moves lower, drifts his hands down Zhuque's chest to his abdomen.

Propriety disregarded and shyness momentarily tamped down, he traces his fingers over the hip tattoos, follows them all the way down to the lines of his groin, pausing just above his waistband. “You can touch me, too.” A moment's hesitation then more sheepishly, “I-If you want?”