Of course, he won't let Zishu stumble. He doesn't even let his husband fall back onto the bed. No, instead he lowers him gently, nine tails swishing to signify his eagerness. Without delay, he leans in to claim a hungry, lingering kiss. It doesn't matter what he'd been doing before. Zishu turns him on with just a word, a look. He presses against those soft lips, tongue prying between them to taste the wet heat behind. It's a taste that's uniquely Zishu, one that drives him mad with want.

After a moment, he trails his mouth along Zishu's jaw, nibbling down the column of this throat. All the while his hands are reaching into Zishu's robes to undo fastens and bare his skin.