Kexing sighs at the first touch of skin against skin. There's a peculiar kind of callouses on his beloved's hand from being a swordsman, a slight roughness to otherwise gentle hands (at least when they're on him!). Once Zishu finds his prize, it won't be long before it responds to the touch. While it grows longer and thicker, Kexing's eyes flutter closed and he lets out a soft moan already.