Kexing does his best to help Zishu in his task while tackling getting his husband out of his robes, too. A shrug here, a wiggle there to get himself free of his garments while his own fingers pry open hidden ties and slide fabric across Zishu's skin. He couldn't resist brushing his hands against Zishu's warm skin, eager to see him once again glistening with sweat in the throes of passion. Even his tails behaved long enough to get undressed, then set to swishing once again.