Another kiss is both unexpected and not, somewhat surprising because of intensity, but Sizhui doesn't hesitate with reciprocation. Understandably, Zhuque's going to want more of this new feeling and he's loath to deny him anything at this point, especially as those hands wander along his back and waist then move on to his pants. That's an answer in and of itself which he's heard loud and clear without a doubt.

He tips back effortlessly when Zhuque guides him across the mattress, lifting his hips so he can shuck his pants off entirely, reaching for the guardian's now, undeterred despite his heart skipping with how he's looming; not in a bad way, though. Actually, Sizhui's realized he likes it a lot more than anticipated, his growing hard-on taken into consideration.

“This is nice, but whatever's easiest for you. I'm flexible.” Wait, oh no, why'd he say that of all things? One arm circles Zhuque's waist, fingernails catching near the small of his back, the other hand tugging his waistband down while he tilts so their lips meet again and he hums against his mouth.