Instinctively, he raises a hand and reaches out toward one of Itto's horns, letting his fingers drift down it and into the man's hair where he gently winds a few strands around the digits. His gaze remains fixated too, no matter how much he's tempted to look away, mostly because he doesn't think he could do so even if he wanted, but also because he wants to see any and everything Itto's planning on doing while he's down on his knees before him. The slow drag of Itto's tongue has him trembling again, his opposite hand lifting and resting against one of the hands holding his waist. As it moves, Sizhui's follows, sliding down Itto's forearm once the hand touches his face instead.

An amused little giggle passes his lips, which he immediately reaches both hands up to smother by covering his mouth, but they lower again afterward, just in time for their lips to meet in a second kiss. This time, he cups his fingers over Itto's, bends as much as necessary and reciprocates with fervor, thoroughly flattered by the other's remark. Was the spark super strong when his parents met too? Assuming something so important feels presumptuous, yet he's never been wholly against the idea of ‘love at first sight’, either.

He watches intently the lower Itto kisses, mouth slightly hanging open, his eyes widening in an almost comical manner as he uses his teeth to remove the remainder of his clothing. It takes a couple seconds, but after loosening his hand from Itto's hair, he brings it around, lets his fingertips drag over his lips and breathes a slow, careful sigh. “I am yours.” Yours? A bit forward, ah? He's somewhat distracted by the thought, though not enough to stop him from continuing, “However, I must tell you... I've never been with anyone like this.” And getting a full-on view of Itto's dick has him hoping that the oni is more prepared than he is.