Which is perfect, since Sizhui's aiming to make him feel good, to glean the most out of this encounter, hoping he enjoys everything just as much as he has been; he wants to know every little thing that makes Itto tick, this way he can file it away for other possible dalliances later. Also, let's be real here, he's had enough experience to know what he's doing by now, but it's not often he meets someone less experienced and gets to take his time with them, even though he's clearly trying to resist rushing head-on into something more too—

However, he's relieved to see Itto smile in kind, the slightly apprehensive tension fading away and his shoulders relaxing after their noses rub together a second time. “Careful now,” he warns teasingly, twisting his wrist in an upstroke then circling his thumb over the head of Itto's cock, the other hand reaching to hook that collar again. “I might consider keeping you.” A gentle tug, just so he can tilt Itto's chin and leave a kiss near the corner of his lips, and that's followed by an almost noiseless sigh, despite the smile in his voice. “You can touch me wherever you want, I'm not too picky. As for what you can do to me in return... hmmm.” His attention downturns toward their seat, he contemplatively tips his head then suggests, “Would you do the same for me? If you lay down with your legs over the seat, I could straddle your face and teach you a thing or two.”