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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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.