[That's good enough for Herbert, who settles his hands on Eriq's chest for lack of a better idea of what to do with them. It feels pretty weird to just press his lips steadily against the other boy's, so he tries to readjust a little, tipping his head slightly one way, slightly the other, trying to find the proper angle. He feels like he should be doing something more with his mouth, but he's not sure what, and he presses in closer, one arm sliding around the taller boy's neck.]