And it truly is like Sizhui's unwrapping a gift, slowly but surely removing his first layer, the second one, then his boots follow those shortly thereafter, leaving him in only an oversized black undershirt with matching pants. At that point, he hesitates, briefly lingering near the ties holding the shirt together, his lips pressed tight; it's his last line of defense against whatever comes next and, despite the warring going on inside him, something feels oddly right about this moment.
Apprehension from his own inexperience flares not long after he finally undoes the laces, slightly trembling hands dipping past the fabric on each side so he can peel away and strip that off too, letting it join the growing pile at his feet. Besides the few scars here or there on his back, the cultivator is mostly unmarred, upper-body toned because of all his training, yet he also somehow still looks soft in all the right places. What's impossible to tell at the moment is if his lower-half is properly matching, even if it's safe to assume, but those remaining pants do wonders for the imagination.
Sizhui swallows thickly, gaze unwavering from Itto as the other male moves toward him, intent clear in his eyes. Whatever it is Itto's got planned, he's unsure, and while he wants to question it, the grip on his wrist and the way he kneels before him does more than enough to distract him. Sure, he technically only has his pants left, that doesn't stop Sizhui's opposite arm from withdrawing, the hand tucking behind his back in exchange for letting Itto finish undressing him. “Oh...o-okay.” Meanwhile, his attention is shamelessly on Itto's cock straining inside his pants, up until those hands cinch his waist and tug him in, earning a quiet, somewhat surprised-sounding gasp that's emphasized by how he shivers when Itto kisses his belly. “I considered it, admittedly, but you,” a pause, he clears his throat then continues in a more hushed tone, “You've intrigued me, I want to know you better.”
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Apprehension from his own inexperience flares not long after he finally undoes the laces, slightly trembling hands dipping past the fabric on each side so he can peel away and strip that off too, letting it join the growing pile at his feet. Besides the few scars here or there on his back, the cultivator is mostly unmarred, upper-body toned because of all his training, yet he also somehow still looks soft in all the right places. What's impossible to tell at the moment is if his lower-half is properly matching, even if it's safe to assume, but those remaining pants do wonders for the imagination.
Sizhui swallows thickly, gaze unwavering from Itto as the other male moves toward him, intent clear in his eyes. Whatever it is Itto's got planned, he's unsure, and while he wants to question it, the grip on his wrist and the way he kneels before him does more than enough to distract him. Sure, he technically only has his pants left, that doesn't stop Sizhui's opposite arm from withdrawing, the hand tucking behind his back in exchange for letting Itto finish undressing him. “Oh...o-okay.” Meanwhile, his attention is shamelessly on Itto's cock straining inside his pants, up until those hands cinch his waist and tug him in, earning a quiet, somewhat surprised-sounding gasp that's emphasized by how he shivers when Itto kisses his belly. “I considered it, admittedly, but you,” a pause, he clears his throat then continues in a more hushed tone, “You've intrigued me, I want to know you better.”