Woah, Itto really likes that, doesn't he? He also makes it quite known when he disapproves of Sizhui letting it go, but in his defense, he's going to need at least one free hand to get himself undressed as well, especially if Itto's actually willing to suck his dick in return. Wasn't there a particular name for this? Ah well, he can't remember exactly, and Itto's hands roaming along his body are too distracting for it to matter.

His fingers move lower, the whole hand eventually reaching so he can full-on hold the horn's base— not hard, just enough to be felt, this way he's able to gently tilt Itto's face and kiss the spot on his chin right below where his tongue has lolled out. He withdraws then, having been given confirmation that Itto does want the same thing, the hand he isn't holding him with lowering, teasing across Itto's cock, fingertips dragging through some of the cum, which he raises to his mouth and licks away before reaching to start undoing the sash around his waist. “I cannot give you all of me,” a pause, to let the anticipation build then, “yet, but we can use our mouths on each other and figure it out once we've reached my cabin.” With such lovely pleading though, how could he resist?