Why did it bother him so much? He really couldn't come to a good, solid answer for that, but he was at least able to narrow it down to the simple fact that being there was making him realize just how truly sheltered he was. Certainly he had more freedom than Estelleise had but even that was closely monitored by council members and body guards. Romance was hardly an option and truthfully he'd expected to be married off in some arranged marriage some time soon. The life of a normal teenager was just never within his grasp.

Now he had none of that, and none of the responsibility, and most of the time he just didn't know what to do with himself.

Which... brought him to the situation he was currently in.

So of course the moment Izaya actually touched him, he tensed, and it took every ounce of composure he had to keep from jumping up and running out of there. And then there was the kiss itself - not knowing what to do made it at least slightly awkward on his end, but he didn't pull away. He closed his eyes when their lips touched, fingers curling down on his lap but body still uncomfortably rigid. It wasn't until Izaya actually pushed in to it more that he gave any sort of sign of relaxing, shoulders moving down and posture going loose.

When it was broken, the warmth of Izaya's lips still on his, he found that he wasn't nearly as freaked out as he had been. A little stunned, maybe, but whatever urge to panic that had been there before was gone finally.

"Ah..." he mumbled, managing to utter quietly a few seconds later, "I liked that..."