[ Now, with his ability to feel nervous or embarrassed mostly gone, Wolfram seizes the chance to stand up to get whatever he can get his hands on— that 'whatever' being a bottle of chocolate syrup. When he returns to Axel, he runs his hand through his hair briefly as he gives him a small peck on the lips. That kiss doesn't last long, though; sooner than later he kisses his way down past his chest, below his navel until he reaches the hem of his underwear. ]
... I like you a lot, Axel. [ As out of the blue as his words may seem, although he is saying it for the heck of it, also he is trying to maybe ease the other into thinking that what he's about to do is good. Even if he has no idea of how to do what he is about to do.
Truth to be told, he would have died of embarrassment overkill by now if his mind weren't so full of YOLO. ]