Oh. Sizhui's heartbeat jackhammers at the way Zhuque says his name, his mouth goes momentarily dry and it's difficult to breathe all of a sudden—

But while Zhuque's freeing him from the uppermost layer, he removes the second one along with it, tugs his arms loose until he's only left in one last robe with his underclothes beneath that. Finally, he inhales a sharp gasp, lifts both hands and cups Zhuque's cheeks, drawing him in so their mouths brush.

He spreads his legs a little further, lifts up onto his knees, lowers his hands to his own waistband as he withdraws and asks, “Do you want to help with mine or remove your own?” Now that they're kinda on a more level playing field.