Theo clasped and unclasped his hand in the towel that Greg had thrown over him by way of a makeshift blanket, his mind scattered by the movement of Greg's tongue even as it still circled the questions of whether or not he wanted this.
He jumped when Greg kissed him there but heard what Greg was saying, taking it as truth. Yes, yes, he nodded, he took it all as though Greg was telling him how to feel. Close, intimate, yes, but the idea of trusting somone before being naked with them bothered him, bothered him immensely almost so much that he had to say something, but then Greg was peeking his tongue into him again and he lost his growing distress for that confusion again, did he want this, did this feel good.
The touch had him starting and pushing up a little on his elbows to see, fright edging it's way up into his stomach in a cold ebb, but Greg was asking him questions and he had to answer.
"Yes, yes, it's cold, like the blue, like showers and space." he said nodding reaching out to be allowed to slide back into the water.