That gentle touch has Itto wanting to almost purr. His horns have rarely ever been touched by anyone but himself. It's a faint touch, there are nerves only near the base of them but he still can feel the distant flutter of a weight on them and it has his eyes closing for a moment as his hair is pulled in-between delicate fingers. How he'd love to just stay like that and gaze upon this man before him, a simple human and yet someone whose touched his soul enough to be put on such high a pedestal. It's confusing and thrilling all at the same time.

Those words give him pause to his actions as he continues to remove clothing, refusing to look up and give his inner feelings away. "Mine then, forever." He does look up then and even sits up a bit so he can reach Sizhui and pull him down to kiss his neck. He leaves a little nip there before getting back to his knees. He almost wants to tell sizhui that he hasn't as well but he doesn't, he knows he can figure it out and make it pleasurable for them both. "I'll take care of it all, just enjoy."