You're literally kissing Tinkerbell, Lennon. If Tinkerbell was a boy. And a little bit abnormal.

Even Lennon's bed feels nicer than his, though that might just be because it has Lennon in it. He blinks a couple of times, the kiss distracting him from everything else.

"I don't mind - me first!" He changes his mind at the last second, frowning a little before he goes on to explain. "...You can show me how it's done, so I don't hurt you."

He's never used anything like this before.