He closes his eyes when their lips brush against each other. The sensation is new and certainly something that he...he finds himself liking quite a lot. His hands move to his waist and along his back as each layer is peeled away from Sizhui. He looks into his eyes and kisses him, pressing a bit firmer against his lips as his hands work on the drawstring of his pants to loosen and lower them.

Zhu Que moves so that he could lay Sizhui out along the bed, then looms over him.

"Would you be more comfortable like this?"