Instead of tensing up like he should've, Tavros actually relaxed when Karkat's lips were pressed into him, and the butterflies in his stomach were apparently cheering loudly, because there was an endless fluttering feeling all up in there. His jaw tingled where Karkat touched, and he shivered a little. Why did that feel good? But it didn't matter, he could barely even form a coherent thought, his mind pretty much completely clouded.

This was happening. His first real kiss. The others hadn't really counted, considering he didn't remember the first one, and the second one had been dubiously consented to at best. But this... this was a mutual agreed to thing- even though he had agreed to it in a fit of word vomit. They both wanted this. Even though he knew somewhere in the back of his mind they shouldn't and what were they doing, oh god? But it felt so good, that didn't matter.

As if on some weird instinct, he leaned into the kiss, and tightened his grip on Karkat's shoulder slightly. He didn't know what else to do, but it didn't matter because it felt so good the way it was, who cared if he was even doing it right?