He liked kissing her. No, he loved kissing her. As hesitant as he may have been at first, he wasn't even a little bit anymore. He was comfortable with this. Comfortable with feeling her soft body pressed against him and the way that her hips felt under his hands. He liked how her arms felt wrapped about his neck and how soft her cheek felt when his hands would cup her face. He was curious, too, as to the way other parts of her body might just feel under his hands. There was definite interest in her breasts, but that seemed a bit too much for the blond twin and instead his hands roamed along her waist and over her hips and, with his stomach flopping about hard and his kisses growing a bit sloppy as he made his move, he was quite ready to grab her arse.

He didn't get the chance. She grabbed his hands and he wasn't entirely surprised. Not at first. But he was shocked in the next moment as she pressed his hand right to her boob, his eyes going wide and his breath stopping until his lungs reminded him that he did need oxygen to live. He wasn't sure she even noticed that she was about to kill him as he she appeared to so what she could to tear a hole into his shirt. He was trying to figure out what to do now when she pushed away from him, telling him that he wasn't to do that. 

"I-bu-y-uh...sorry?" he stammered, trying to figure out if he had done this and just imagined that she had directed his hand or not. He had barely gotten that eloquent statement out when she grabbed his hand again and he once more had a fistful of boob. He stared at her for a full five seconds before he was pressing her right back into the wall and covering her mouth with his own, his hand trying to figure out just what to do with the soft flesh he was being given full permission to touch, even if there were layers of clothing between the actual flesh and his hand.