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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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.