He didn't have time to think, before Dylan was leaning forward, kissing him. He gasped, shocked and made a brief, abortive movement to pull away. but then Dylan's lips were on his and his tongue was working his mouth open. He struggled weakly, and then gave in to the sensations, pressing back and tentatively bringing his tongue to meet Dylan's.
His head spinning, he didn't realize Dylan was speaking and let himself be pulled closer, nearly in Dylan's lap now. This time the kiss was faster, hotter and he gripped Dylan's shoulders, half pushing him away and half pulling him closer. His thoughts were jumbled, a confusing mass of pleasure and horror. He knew he shouldn't be doing this, but right at this moment, with Dylan kissing him so softly, his fingers wrapped around the back of his neck, he couldn't remember why.