At some point, Sizhui'll ask more about the gang and what they do, what they stand for, et cetera, but right now isn't exactly the time to be inquiring about that when he's trying to ease Itto into the idea of intimacy. It's an obvious shift in his attitude, clearly, which Sizhui attempts segueing into without seeming too sheepish, even if there is a bright blush spreading across his cheeks at his own forwardness.

He isn't deterred though, especially not after noticing the way Itto's mouth falls open and his eyes sink shut. In fact, that spurs Sizhui on, coaxing him to draw closer, his other hand reaching to cup Itto's cheek. “That depends on what you would like to do,” he remarks, taking the other man's chin between his thumb and forefinger, guiding their lips together in the softest, experimental kiss. “Once we arrive at my home, I have the proper things we'll need if you... want to go further.” His fingertips trace over the line of Itto's dick, his eyebrows lifting in half-astonishment because wow, what heavenly immortals blessed this guy? Suddenly, he's wondering how much he'll be able to take just with a blowjob, but again, he's not hesitating. “For now, why don't you help me get your pants undone, hm?”