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'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.