The things he'd been thinking about before - holding Julien back against the tree, seeing what he'd do if he took off his clothes here in the open and just... just what? Goyle's crude imagination came back to him then, unbidden, but the ideas didn't sound repulsive at all when he thought about them with Julien. He had to pull away from kissing him to breathe, but he didn't let up the pressure he was holding the other boy down with, instead he rocked down against him, gasping at how that felt.