It was like he melted right into Bill, ice cream falling off the cone and hitting a sizzling hot sidewalk, left for ants to devour. Yeah, alright - Dan would wave the figurative white flag in surrender; he didn't want to stop this, didn't even try. Instead he claimed those lips again, a harder kiss than before, more want as inhibitions fled on razor-winged butterflies - or at least that was what it felt like in his stomach right now.
The temperature outside was freezing but he was boiling in his skin as he leaned up into that kiss, teeth and tongue and demands and needs. Not like he could put voice to any of those needs, but he probably didn't have to. Things seemed to speak for themselves well enough.
He'd be alone again after this, not someone who went home with a partner even after laughingly being compelled to kiss someone else, so he should probably enjoy it while he could.