There's no resistance as Loki lifts his chin, happy to yield to a gentle touch. He gives another longing sound at that kiss, leaning up again and opening his eyes with trust showing again.

"Yes, please." Huaisang's eyes flick down only briefly in shyness before he manages to hold Loki's gaze again, entranced by his dazzling blue eyes. "Don't break skin. Otherwise anything concealed beneath my clothes is fine."

Regaining some of his former boldness, Huaisang's clever fingers start seeking the fastenings of Loki's clothes, trying to figure out how the exotic foreign clothing can be removed. His own apparel is mostly tied shut, easy to unravel each layer by pulling the bows loose, but there are layers aplenty--he wears an outer mantle, outer robes, inner robes, trousers, undershirt (which is really just another thin silk robe, tied to one side), and under-trousers. "May I leave marks on you in return?"