He panicked for a moment, hands jolting up and wrapping around Aoba's waist reflexively. He thought they might both topple backwards for a second there, so unbalanced physically and mentally by the sudden kiss was he that he didn't have time to fret about the naked man in his lap, or how damp his clothes were getting. His hands were on bare hips, he realized with a mix of awe and terror. All of that evaporated with the kiss, though.

Pale eyes drifted closed in spite of a very real belief he needed to keep them open for...something. What, he didn't know, and as his hands slid up a little higher, lips parting to pucker for a more enthusiastic kiss, he wasn't sure it mattered.