Theo rode Greg's hips, ground down against them as he was rocked into Greg but he wasn't hard. He was assuaged by Greg's agreement of what he was saying, but forgot in the next instant what it was that he'd said. He was liquid, moved catlike and feline against Greg's body in the only way he knew how, nothing drilled into him like silence and etiquette but just simple, pure Theo basics.
He kissed Greg as the mouth came to meet his and didn't understand lost. He put his arms around Greg's neck and hide his face against the crook there near Greg's shoulder, holding on like he'd fallen asleep and was being carried back to bed.