He likes Rat's laugh; likes the way it echoes into his own mouth as their lips push and pull together. He grins into the kiss, letting out a small giggle of his own. The warmth of their skin pressed together and the pressure wrought by the lack of space between them leaves him breathless; he tentatively lifts his own hips in response, testing out the pressure and the closeness of them, marveling at how much he enjoys it. He knows this is a man, this is Rat, that he's kissing; that their hands entwine as Rat inspires this desire, this wanting, in him.

"Thank you," he replies, glancing up into his eyes with awe in his own.