Theo returned each kiss like it was easier for him than breathing, snuggling in as he was rubbed in, he thought, protection from the chill. The realisation that Greg's hands were at his ass hit like a sudden fall shower and he tensed despite himself, nervous but unable to get any distance to read Greg's intentions because his mouth was met with another kiss, oh, and then words that grabbed Theo's guilty heart and tugged.
Greg's fingers there froze parts of Theo that he wasn't aware were there into a kind of catatonic stupor; it was only guilt and love that had him licking dry lips and stammering against Greg's mouth. "T-touch me."