Did he? Did Ethan really know? Because it would be great if he could explain it, but Harris wasn't really expecting that much. What he was expecting, however, was for the older boy to give into his kiss - and he wasn't disappointed. He groaned lightly as Ethan's hips surged forwards almost instantly, and nipped at the boy's bottom lip as he pressed forwards himself, rolling his own hips as he pinned Ethan back against the bar. As his mouth opened, Harris didn't hesitate to slip his tongue inside, exploring and taking in the familiar taste as he fought to maintain his dominance.
His hips rolled forwards again as Ethan whimpered, and Harris brought a hand to one of the older blonde's hips. His thumb easily slipped up under Ethan's shirt, gently caressing his skin as a whine of his own escaped. This was so much easier than talking - easier, and better, and far more fulfilling - but Harris knew that it would do nothing to help the confusion still swimming around in his head. At this point, though, Harris thought he'd take the confusion any day, so long as it meant having Ethan against him like this.