Kengo had settled for grabbing at Ryusei's other arm while he kissed him, though it certainly wasn't as strong as the touch he'd used to initially pull him in. It was only enough to keep one more connection point going between them. The kiss itself was as clumsy as Kengo would have expected, considering his complete and utter lack of experience in anything even remotely resembling their current situation. Despite that, it also felt as nice as he had hoped -- though he wasn't sure if that was just because he was relieved to have it out of the way.

When Ryusei pulled back, Kengo easily let him, knowing the other was probably still suffering from some residual panic. However, Kengo was intent on not letting go of him. If they'd gotten this far, there wasn't much that could be done about ignoring it, so Kengo kept his hands on Ryusei's arms. He looked up at the other boy again, though Kengo couldn't help but occasionally glance away from the embarrassed feeling that was now sinking in. His face was flushed red, his lips pursed together almost as though he was resisting the urge to pout.

"Don't apologize... I was the one who did it." Kengo was surprised he had managed to say even that many words, with as much as he felt his body was shaking.