The Ghost Lord would probably be upset if they kept to kissing only, no matter how good those kisses were. Kisses that could leave him breathless and wanting. It depended on the mood that his Zishu was in on that day.

When he's pulled firmly against him, robes on the floor, he presses down and gives a soft groan at those fingers playing over his entrance. His A-Xu could be such a tease.

He gives a bit of a laugh and kisses him back,"Mm. It's a good thing you did, then." Even if they would've found some way to make do. "What other extra supplies did you find, A-Xu?" It's asked even as he nips his husband's bottom lip.