Oh, he liked it, did he? Sizhui will hold onto that collar for as long as he's allowed then, the opposite hand momentarily skimming up Itto's torso to the bands crisscrossing over his chest, his fingertips slipping underneath the left one to brush over a pierced nipple. He's so cute and sweet and earnest, Sizhui's ready to give Itto just about anything he wants at this point.

“Then you should keep kissing me,” comes the soft suggestion, though he won't have to wait long, given how quickly Itto's hands find his hair and pull him back in, earning a breathy little moan at the delightful tingling sensation it sends through his scalp. He parts his lips slightly, letting the tip of his tongue dart across Itto's bottom lip, his fingers abandoning the collar for now to lower and start working Itto's pants down off his hips.