Taking the meaning of Itto's words at face value, it's not difficult to figure out what he wants, particularly whenever the oni can't seem to stop touching him. While he didn't crawl, his knees feel oddly weak now that he's within Itto's grasp again and he can't even blame anxiousness for the way color rises high on his cheeks at the sensation of those hands through the few layers of robes he's dressed-down in.
Sizhui's throat works with some effort, his gaze shyly lowers to Itto's hands then he lets his eyes sink fully shut. Never in his whole twenty-four years of living has he contemplated using his body for an entirely different exchange that's not fighting; the idea alone makes Sizhui flush harder, nevermind the obscene things Itto's actually saying aloud to him. “Perfect,” he repeats, slightly hesitant, a little hushed. High praise from a demon lord, he assumes, but isn't that part of what landed him in this situation? ‘Presumptuous,’ remember?
Ah, yes, of course he does.
“You . . . are not what I expected?” Which is to say he isn't ‘a monster’, yet Lans aren't supposed to lie, meaning he cannot withhold practical truths, either. He bites his cheek, peeks up from beneath his eyelashes and reaches with his free hand to gently clasp Itto's left wrist, the pad of his thumb tracing along his forearm. Does he have any experience with this? No, but he's gonna do the best he can. “Truthfully, you're quite handsome,” and still, that doesn't feel like enough, so. “Stunning, even.” Might as well put his earlier thoughts into words if he's going for it here.
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Sizhui's throat works with some effort, his gaze shyly lowers to Itto's hands then he lets his eyes sink fully shut. Never in his whole twenty-four years of living has he contemplated using his body for an entirely different exchange that's not fighting; the idea alone makes Sizhui flush harder, nevermind the obscene things Itto's actually saying aloud to him. “Perfect,” he repeats, slightly hesitant, a little hushed. High praise from a demon lord, he assumes, but isn't that part of what landed him in this situation? ‘Presumptuous,’ remember?
Ah, yes, of course he does.
“You . . . are not what I expected?” Which is to say he isn't ‘a monster’, yet Lans aren't supposed to lie, meaning he cannot withhold practical truths, either. He bites his cheek, peeks up from beneath his eyelashes and reaches with his free hand to gently clasp Itto's left wrist, the pad of his thumb tracing along his forearm. Does he have any experience with this? No, but he's gonna do the best he can. “Truthfully, you're quite handsome,” and still, that doesn't feel like enough, so. “Stunning, even.” Might as well put his earlier thoughts into words if he's going for it here.