Sure, Itto can't read his thoughts, but he's doing a helluva job reading the way his consternation shows through the subtle shift in his expression. He swallows hard, forcing down the gasp creeping up his throat when Itto grinds against him, his eyelashes fluttering at the hot, wet sensation of Itto's tongue dragging across his cheek. A few moments ago, he wasn't worried at all about being eaten, but all this licking does have him wondering . . .
He can't get distracted by that, however, taking into consideration what Itto says next. Of course he was told every single rumor upon his arrival, warned and chided, yet encouraged because fear certainly does things to people. ‘Mindless,’ he says in such a derisive tone, it's palpable. Is that what everyone truly believes Itto is? From what he's experienced, confused arousal aside, the man is smart, strong, quick and deft, and far more eloquent than he would've imagined some raging, murderous demon to be. The way Itto stares at his mouth, even now he seems like he's contemplating his next move without giving much away. Still, Sizhui asks, “What if someone proved them wrong?”
And that's all he manages before Itto pushes their hips together again, causing an airy little sigh to pass his lips afterward. He does plan to respond, to demand Itto tells him what he means with all this devouring business, except it's the ‘You're going to be my first’ remark that really throws him, lets Itto take advantage once he's dipped closer and capture his mouth. The surprised noise is muffled though there nonetheless, passing between them as Itto's tongue delves into his mouth, even if it peters-out into a quiet groan after their tongues meet. He's red-faced and burning, so hot in a way he's never felt, it's instinctive to kiss back, but the way he attempts wrenching his arms free whenever Itto grasps his chin is absolutely a retaliative combat maneuver.
the taste of those soft lips is like a nectar he's never had before. There isn't anyway he's going to stop now that's he's started. His first kiss, his first anything and with such a stunning human and a powerful one at that. Granny is going to be so proud of him later, he's sure of it.
The kiss seems to get a little less sloppy as it goes, tongue seeking entrance to entangle with Sizhui's. Soft moans leaving Itto as everything else starts to become less and less important. He wants this, to feel another against him. This is affection, while it wasn't earned it's still affection and he's becoming addicted to it. Eventually he pulls back, eyes darkened in lust, lips only a paper thin space from Sizhui's own and panting a little. "Why would you...want to prove them wrong? If they think I'm friendly they will only bother me.....and then I won't have time for us."
There is a cocky tone to how he speaks, pulling back just enough to see if Sizhui will follow with his own lips and want more. "You don't want to share me with others do you?" Trying to play cute he feigns innocence and looks into Sizhui's eyes with his own big round ones. The hand that was cupping Sizhui's chin moving up to his cheek and caressing him tenderly. "I said you'd be my special little cultivator, that means you'll be my one and only."
Whereas Sizhui has kissed someone else before, although he's never felt anything like this. He immediately wants more, which confuses half of him, the opposite half overriding that without much effort, regardless of how much he tries to keep his mind from being addled. How is it such a simple thing can make one's thoughts scramble?
Half-lidded eyes blink once, twice, forcing their way open slightly wider on the second motion so he can watch Itto's expression for a moment. It seems as if he's sincerely enjoying the liplock, coaxing the cultivator deeper with his tongue and Sizhui's all too happy to oblige, against his better judgment. There's a breathless gasp when they come apart, the faint trail of spit, heavier panting following that, then Sizhui's eyes are wider, his forehead creased in confusion. Time for us? What does he mean? He's unsure, but what he does know is he doesn't want Itto to pull away anymore.
He slackens, lowers an arm from Itto's chest and lets the man touch his face, astonishment overtaking his features at how gently he caresses him, the way he entices with sweet, honey-tongue words— and Sizhui sinks into the role of wooed partner so easily. His throat works with some effort around the lump there, he reaches with his other hand to hook Itto's wrist, keeping that hand against his face as he locks eyes with the oni. “No,” he strains at first, softly clearing his throat before attempting again, “No, I don't want that. To share you.” How does he have the right to say that? It doesn't feel like he should, and yet there it is, coupled with Sizhui trying to press closer in an attempt to reach Itto's lips. “You would choose me to fill such an important role?”
"Why not? I'm not stupid to call this tryst love or anything other than what it is, lust." His words almost sound as if this would be a one night stand which previously everything was pointing towards something else, at least that is until he turns into that hands on his own and licks Sizhui's palm before letting his cheek rub against it.
"That's not to say it can't become love one day. If that's what you want my little cultivator." He leaves a kiss to that palm and just as if the tension between them wasn't electrifying enough, Itto manages to pull back and get off the couch entirely.
He stands there, cock still very erect but not touching Sizhui anymore. His eyes are still blown out and he's panting a little but he's managed to show some self control. "I like the fire in your eyes, you're smart too which seems to be a rarity these days as well. So if you want to spend your time with me than follow me somewhere better. I can promise you many things if you do...and if you don't you are free to go. I'll not hold you prisoner here." There is a look of hope in those crimson eyes for just a moment before he heads off into another room, thinking Sizhui will follow.
Lust. Yes, that's exactly what all this is, but it's the first time Sizhui's felt such a sensation with someone he hardly knows, with someone he's supposed to be hunting. The lick over his palm has him swallowing thickly, his eyes darting from it to Itto's face and then back again, the tip of his tongue darting out to wet his lips. Mixed signals here, there's no denying that, and Sizhui's aware it could be a trick, yet he can't stop considering it.
If it's what he wants, huh? “I would want to get to know you better, to learn who you actually are, rather than listening to all these rumors.” Would Itto be truthful with him? Could he do the same in return without omitting details? (Always remember: Lan clan members aren't supposed to lie, either.) He breathes a slow, measured sigh, draws his hand in, reaches with the opposite one and drifts his fingertips over the spot where Itto had kissed his palm, attention lifting while he's moving upright.
For a brief second, their eyes meet, he holds Itto's gaze for as long as he's allowed before the oni turns away, leaving him intently watching his retreating backside. ‘I'll not hold you prisoner here,’ he says. This means Sizhui could get up, regather himself then walk straight out the door he came through, head back into town and consider a new plan of how to go about handling this situation. Instead, he's thinking of the small spark he'd seen, the slight hope that he would choose otherwise, and he lets it seal his fate: he'll stay because maybe it isn't helping in the same sense, but it's helping someone, a possible individual who needs it more.
Sizhui briskly shakes his head, braces himself on his elbows, rolls up onto his palms and pushes himself forward and upright all in one go, making a beeline toward the room he'd seen Itto disappear into.
Itto heads to his bedroom, taking a moment to himself to regain his composure about everything. He really came so close to having his first time with anyone and he stopped it all cause he felt a certain way doing it with someone he didn't know.Sizhui was clearly more experienced and the man was stunning in his own way. Itto couldn't deny the way his body still seemed to tingle from touching Sizhui. Meanwhile, he was pathetic and had figured Sizhui would up and leave. No one sent to kill him would want to stay here if given the choice. Sure the place was nice, he kept it as clean as he could and opulent even past his own tastes but he was still and oni and no matter what Itto did or how eloquent he could be he would always come off as just a monster to the humans.
He hears Sizhui's footsteps approach before he sees him and Itto turns towards the door, a bit of confusion on his face. Sizhui really wants to stay here? With him? This man was either crazy or had some kind of ulterior motive and whatever it was, Itto would find out.
Before Sizhui could step through the door, Itto fixed his expression and headed to his bed to lounge on it as if he'd been there the whole time just waiting for him. "You've made your choice then? Or have you come to try to slay me again?"
The entire way, his rational-sided mind is trying to convince him to turn around, screaming at him about how this is a terrible idea! and you don't really want that, right? but Sizhui continues onward, drawn in by the fascination that Itto hasn't attempted ripping him limb-from-limb. Examining the rest of the home while he's going helps too; the house is neatly kept and beautifully decorated, far more luxurious than Sizhui's experienced, even to Jin's standards. Residing in such a nice, lavish place would be different for some time, though he thinks he could possibly get used to it. (However, he's also quite sure he can convince Itto to let him leave every now and then, taking into account there will always be things they need outside.)
He slows his pace a bit as he nears the door, heartbeat going a million miles a minute, it's almost maddening how loudly it pulsates in his ears. Both his hands raise, cup over them and gently press, like pressure elsewhere will alleviate the current problem (and it does by adding another sensation to concentrate on, but well). The left hand drops back against his side, his right fingertips lingering near that ever-present white ribbon, stroking it idly. Who will know? Nobody has to know, as long as you don't say anything. He huffs a sigh, straightens and moves around the doorframe, immediately greeted by the sight of Itto lounging in his bed.
Which is a rather pleasant sight, Sizhui must admit. His throat audibly clicks with the effort it takes to swallow, he moves further into the room then finally lowers his other hand, reaching into the opposite sleeve and removing the bag that resides there. It gets dropped onto the floor, the best sign of good faith he can offer because, “That pouch holds all my other weapons,” and it's clear his sword was abandoned somewhere in the room they'd been in before. “If it makes my choice any plainer.” And if not, the way his hands move toward his midsection and begin undoing the belt holding most of his robes together should speak volumes.
It takes a lot to school his expression and not show off what he's really feeling. Itto on his outward appearance just watches, a glint of something in his eyes as Sizhui drops the bag and starts to undress. He leans forward in the bed for a better view but doesn't move outside of that. Crimson eyes drinking up every inch of skin that's slowly revealed to him like a present unwrapping itself.
Of course inwardly he's freaking out. He talked a big game and has no idea what he's doing, not that he can't figure it out. He's read books so it's just a matter of putting what he learned to use and hopefully being good enough to keep the man before him longer. Sizhui's like some heavenly being before him, skin so pale and untouched with nary a scratch on him. He's like a blank canvas and something in Itto growls at the idea of getting to paint a picture on that skin.
The growl leaves his throat and he tries to play it off by making himself move and tossing his own clothes off and onto the floor until it's just his pants on. He keeps his gaze on Sizhui as he gets off the bed and walks over to him. He grabs Sizhui's wrist to pause his motions before going on his own knees before him. "Let me unwrap you." His tone is heavy and with just his pants on it's so obvious about his erection. Still he gets to his knees and grabs Sizhui's thinner waist and pulls him close, kissing at the exposed stomach that's now eyelevel to him. "You surprised me. I really thought you'd leave."
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.”
Divine fuck. Itto knew there was something special about Sizhui the moment he laid eyes on him but to hear those words just makes him all the more intrigued and excited. Their eyes meet and he can't bare to look away in that moment. He licks up Sizhui's navel, feeling the soft skin against his tongue as he pulls back to sit on his legs, hands moving up that waist to cup his face.
"You must be sent from the very heavens for me. Never have I met another like you." He holds that gaze a little longer before going back on his knees and pulling Sizhui in for a kiss. Their lips meet once more in a kiss too passionate for those who just met each other and yet it nearly takes Itto's breathe away. Perhaps this is what his mother saw in his father, a need so strong that it didn't have to make sense it just had to be.
When Itto pulls away again it's to kiss down his chest, lower and lower until he's at the hem of those pants. He bites onto it and pulls it down, finally taking Sizhui's pants off him and taking in the view. "I need you." His crimson eyes widen a bit, like a shark ready to attack it's pray as he quickly takes his own pants off and his fundoshi, letting his erection stand on full display.
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.
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."
Although it's not much of a reaction, seeing Itto close his eyes after his horn is touched is something Sizhui's observant of. With the opposite hand, he reaches and touches the horn on that side too, lingering longer near its base, the fingers in Itto's hair staying entwined for now. They needn't rush this or anything, even if Sizhui can feel himself growing harder with want (and, in the back of his mind, a need he can't explain currently), but he'll go at whatever pace the older man sets.
Sizhui had been trying to remain mostly levelheaded throughout this experience, yet after an utterance like ‘Forever,’ how is he supposed to not be a little sheepish? The tips of his ears pinken, he opens his mouth to repeat the word, only to be cut off whenever Itto tugs him down, their eyes meet in passing, and Sizhui holds there until Itto leans into his neck instead. His breath hitches at the tiny bite, he blinks rapidly to clear the stars in his vision that it'd caused, then Itto's kneeling again, going on to say he'll handle it all, which has Sizhui's expression creasing faintly. “No,” he declines abruptly, his hands gripping tighter a moment before he shakes his head, loosens his hold and continues, broken at first but still earnest, “W-What I meant was, uhm, I want to... participate as well.” Where's the fun in letting someone else do all the work? (Or ‘work’ in just the preparation sense.)
The continuous touch to his horns has Itto letting out a soft mewl of pleasure. It's not desperate or wanton but it is pleased as if Sizhui has done something perfect for him. His head bobs a little closer to those hands, wanting a bit more of a touch if only for this private moment between these two relative strangers. "You're soft."
He's about to continue his touches when Sizhui stops him and he looks up at him almost like a confused puppy for a moment with how his head tilts to one side and his dark brow rises in confusion. "You do?" He was prepared to do most of everything himself but hearing that Sizhui actually wants to participate a little has him getting more excited. That's a good thing, it means he's doing a good job. However he isn't sure exactly how Sizhui can help exactly. Itto wants to taste him but maybe there is something Sizhui can do. "Alright, spread your legs a bit more...and maybe touch my horns again."
Regardless of any urgency, the noise is still something pleasured-sounding and Sizhui can't help smiling faintly, delighted that he's doing something right while also being amused at such an obvious sensitive spot. Maybe Itto's horns aren't an outright erogenous zone, it's clear he's enjoying having them touched, and Sizhui's all too happy to oblige, letting his other hand loosen from Itto's hair to reach toward the horn he's not already rubbing. A single fingertip drifts over it from the base to the pointed tip, his mouth curving a little higher before he huffs a laugh. “Am I?” Oh, he's well-aware that he is, with his innocent-looking face, wide doe eyes, and his lithe but still-toned body that dips and curves and is perfectly soft in all the right places. Yes, he knows, except it doesn't make it any less strange, hearing it said aloud.
The look Itto gives him is downright adorable, he almost lets slip a soft aw! yet is quick to bite the inside of his cheek, silencing any actual words, though his expression looks more... enthusiastic than it seemed moments ago. He briefly lets his hands lower, cups Itto's face between them and gently squishes his cheeks, simply just unable to resist, but he's quickly raising both again to get them back in Itto's hair for now. “Mmhmm,” he hums, not much of an answer, which is why he doesn't hesitate to do as told and spread his legs, albeit with some discernable shyness. His hands, however, instantly find Itto's horns, left hand gliding in a languid caress from the middle to the tip, his right hand nestling against the base of the opposite horn and holding loosely. “Like this? Or would you prefer if I...” he trails off, his left digits curling slightly firmer and moving in a full-length up-down stroke.
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He can't get distracted by that, however, taking into consideration what Itto says next. Of course he was told every single rumor upon his arrival, warned and chided, yet encouraged because fear certainly does things to people. ‘Mindless,’ he says in such a derisive tone, it's palpable. Is that what everyone truly believes Itto is? From what he's experienced, confused arousal aside, the man is smart, strong, quick and deft, and far more eloquent than he would've imagined some raging, murderous demon to be. The way Itto stares at his mouth, even now he seems like he's contemplating his next move without giving much away. Still, Sizhui asks, “What if someone proved them wrong?”
And that's all he manages before Itto pushes their hips together again, causing an airy little sigh to pass his lips afterward. He does plan to respond, to demand Itto tells him what he means with all this devouring business, except it's the ‘You're going to be my first’ remark that really throws him, lets Itto take advantage once he's dipped closer and capture his mouth. The surprised noise is muffled though there nonetheless, passing between them as Itto's tongue delves into his mouth, even if it peters-out into a quiet groan after their tongues meet. He's red-faced and burning, so hot in a way he's never felt, it's instinctive to kiss back, but the way he attempts wrenching his arms free whenever Itto grasps his chin is absolutely a retaliative combat maneuver.
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The kiss seems to get a little less sloppy as it goes, tongue seeking entrance to entangle with Sizhui's. Soft moans leaving Itto as everything else starts to become less and less important. He wants this, to feel another against him. This is affection, while it wasn't earned it's still affection and he's becoming addicted to it. Eventually he pulls back, eyes darkened in lust, lips only a paper thin space from Sizhui's own and panting a little. "Why would you...want to prove them wrong? If they think I'm friendly they will only bother me.....and then I won't have time for us."
There is a cocky tone to how he speaks, pulling back just enough to see if Sizhui will follow with his own lips and want more. "You don't want to share me with others do you?" Trying to play cute he feigns innocence and looks into Sizhui's eyes with his own big round ones. The hand that was cupping Sizhui's chin moving up to his cheek and caressing him tenderly. "I said you'd be my special little cultivator, that means you'll be my one and only."
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Half-lidded eyes blink once, twice, forcing their way open slightly wider on the second motion so he can watch Itto's expression for a moment. It seems as if he's sincerely enjoying the liplock, coaxing the cultivator deeper with his tongue and Sizhui's all too happy to oblige, against his better judgment. There's a breathless gasp when they come apart, the faint trail of spit, heavier panting following that, then Sizhui's eyes are wider, his forehead creased in confusion. Time for us? What does he mean? He's unsure, but what he does know is he doesn't want Itto to pull away anymore.
He slackens, lowers an arm from Itto's chest and lets the man touch his face, astonishment overtaking his features at how gently he caresses him, the way he entices with sweet, honey-tongue words— and Sizhui sinks into the role of wooed partner so easily. His throat works with some effort around the lump there, he reaches with his other hand to hook Itto's wrist, keeping that hand against his face as he locks eyes with the oni. “No,” he strains at first, softly clearing his throat before attempting again, “No, I don't want that. To share you.” How does he have the right to say that? It doesn't feel like he should, and yet there it is, coupled with Sizhui trying to press closer in an attempt to reach Itto's lips. “You would choose me to fill such an important role?”
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"That's not to say it can't become love one day. If that's what you want my little cultivator." He leaves a kiss to that palm and just as if the tension between them wasn't electrifying enough, Itto manages to pull back and get off the couch entirely.
He stands there, cock still very erect but not touching Sizhui anymore. His eyes are still blown out and he's panting a little but he's managed to show some self control. "I like the fire in your eyes, you're smart too which seems to be a rarity these days as well. So if you want to spend your time with me than follow me somewhere better. I can promise you many things if you do...and if you don't you are free to go. I'll not hold you prisoner here." There is a look of hope in those crimson eyes for just a moment before he heads off into another room, thinking Sizhui will follow.
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If it's what he wants, huh? “I would want to get to know you better, to learn who you actually are, rather than listening to all these rumors.” Would Itto be truthful with him? Could he do the same in return without omitting details? (Always remember: Lan clan members aren't supposed to lie, either.) He breathes a slow, measured sigh, draws his hand in, reaches with the opposite one and drifts his fingertips over the spot where Itto had kissed his palm, attention lifting while he's moving upright.
For a brief second, their eyes meet, he holds Itto's gaze for as long as he's allowed before the oni turns away, leaving him intently watching his retreating backside. ‘I'll not hold you prisoner here,’ he says. This means Sizhui could get up, regather himself then walk straight out the door he came through, head back into town and consider a new plan of how to go about handling this situation. Instead, he's thinking of the small spark he'd seen, the slight hope that he would choose otherwise, and he lets it seal his fate: he'll stay because maybe it isn't helping in the same sense, but it's helping someone, a possible individual who needs it more.
Sizhui briskly shakes his head, braces himself on his elbows, rolls up onto his palms and pushes himself forward and upright all in one go, making a beeline toward the room he'd seen Itto disappear into.
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He hears Sizhui's footsteps approach before he sees him and Itto turns towards the door, a bit of confusion on his face. Sizhui really wants to stay here? With him? This man was either crazy or had some kind of ulterior motive and whatever it was, Itto would find out.
Before Sizhui could step through the door, Itto fixed his expression and headed to his bed to lounge on it as if he'd been there the whole time just waiting for him. "You've made your choice then? Or have you come to try to slay me again?"
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He slows his pace a bit as he nears the door, heartbeat going a million miles a minute, it's almost maddening how loudly it pulsates in his ears. Both his hands raise, cup over them and gently press, like pressure elsewhere will alleviate the current problem (and it does by adding another sensation to concentrate on, but well). The left hand drops back against his side, his right fingertips lingering near that ever-present white ribbon, stroking it idly. Who will know? Nobody has to know, as long as you don't say anything. He huffs a sigh, straightens and moves around the doorframe, immediately greeted by the sight of Itto lounging in his bed.
Which is a rather pleasant sight, Sizhui must admit. His throat audibly clicks with the effort it takes to swallow, he moves further into the room then finally lowers his other hand, reaching into the opposite sleeve and removing the bag that resides there. It gets dropped onto the floor, the best sign of good faith he can offer because, “That pouch holds all my other weapons,” and it's clear his sword was abandoned somewhere in the room they'd been in before. “If it makes my choice any plainer.” And if not, the way his hands move toward his midsection and begin undoing the belt holding most of his robes together should speak volumes.
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Of course inwardly he's freaking out. He talked a big game and has no idea what he's doing, not that he can't figure it out. He's read books so it's just a matter of putting what he learned to use and hopefully being good enough to keep the man before him longer. Sizhui's like some heavenly being before him, skin so pale and untouched with nary a scratch on him. He's like a blank canvas and something in Itto growls at the idea of getting to paint a picture on that skin.
The growl leaves his throat and he tries to play it off by making himself move and tossing his own clothes off and onto the floor until it's just his pants on. He keeps his gaze on Sizhui as he gets off the bed and walks over to him. He grabs Sizhui's wrist to pause his motions before going on his own knees before him. "Let me unwrap you." His tone is heavy and with just his pants on it's so obvious about his erection. Still he gets to his knees and grabs Sizhui's thinner waist and pulls him close, kissing at the exposed stomach that's now eyelevel to him. "You surprised me. I really thought you'd leave."
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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.”
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"You must be sent from the very heavens for me. Never have I met another like you." He holds that gaze a little longer before going back on his knees and pulling Sizhui in for a kiss. Their lips meet once more in a kiss too passionate for those who just met each other and yet it nearly takes Itto's breathe away. Perhaps this is what his mother saw in his father, a need so strong that it didn't have to make sense it just had to be.
When Itto pulls away again it's to kiss down his chest, lower and lower until he's at the hem of those pants. He bites onto it and pulls it down, finally taking Sizhui's pants off him and taking in the view. "I need you." His crimson eyes widen a bit, like a shark ready to attack it's pray as he quickly takes his own pants off and his fundoshi, letting his erection stand on full display.
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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.
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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."
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Sizhui had been trying to remain mostly levelheaded throughout this experience, yet after an utterance like ‘Forever,’ how is he supposed to not be a little sheepish? The tips of his ears pinken, he opens his mouth to repeat the word, only to be cut off whenever Itto tugs him down, their eyes meet in passing, and Sizhui holds there until Itto leans into his neck instead. His breath hitches at the tiny bite, he blinks rapidly to clear the stars in his vision that it'd caused, then Itto's kneeling again, going on to say he'll handle it all, which has Sizhui's expression creasing faintly. “No,” he declines abruptly, his hands gripping tighter a moment before he shakes his head, loosens his hold and continues, broken at first but still earnest, “W-What I meant was, uhm, I want to... participate as well.” Where's the fun in letting someone else do all the work? (Or ‘work’ in just the preparation sense.)
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He's about to continue his touches when Sizhui stops him and he looks up at him almost like a confused puppy for a moment with how his head tilts to one side and his dark brow rises in confusion. "You do?" He was prepared to do most of everything himself but hearing that Sizhui actually wants to participate a little has him getting more excited. That's a good thing, it means he's doing a good job. However he isn't sure exactly how Sizhui can help exactly. Itto wants to taste him but maybe there is something Sizhui can do. "Alright, spread your legs a bit more...and maybe touch my horns again."
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The look Itto gives him is downright adorable, he almost lets slip a soft aw! yet is quick to bite the inside of his cheek, silencing any actual words, though his expression looks more... enthusiastic than it seemed moments ago. He briefly lets his hands lower, cups Itto's face between them and gently squishes his cheeks, simply just unable to resist, but he's quickly raising both again to get them back in Itto's hair for now. “Mmhmm,” he hums, not much of an answer, which is why he doesn't hesitate to do as told and spread his legs, albeit with some discernable shyness. His hands, however, instantly find Itto's horns, left hand gliding in a languid caress from the middle to the tip, his right hand nestling against the base of the opposite horn and holding loosely. “Like this? Or would you prefer if I...” he trails off, his left digits curling slightly firmer and moving in a full-length up-down stroke.