Non-human cocks are something Sizhui's new to, and the more he learns about them, the curiouser he becomes. His fingers slacken somewhat, gliding all the way back down to the base of Itto's dick then his thumb drags back up again in an exploratory manner, gently rubbing over the bumps and dips. Gods, he really wants to feel it in a whole different way . . . but patience is a virtue here.

He doesn't let up with the kiss either, licking Itto's tongue, tracing over the line of his teeth (even the points of his fangs), and softly catching his lower lip before pulling away with an abrupt squeak once Itto's hand moves to grab his ass. Sizhui's whole face turns a brilliant shade of red, he downcasts his gaze to watch Itto thrust almost fruitlessly into his loosened fist, smiling mirthfully then upturning again.

While he knows he could tease him mercilessly, that just doesn't seem fair to the poor oni, so he curls his fingers and strokes him again, nuzzling their noses together in a sweet little gesture before suggesting, “Would you like me to use my mouth on you now?”