Well. Though he almost doesn't know what he's doing, that immediate acceptance melts through any worry or resistance. He won't hurt his friend, no matter what this is, and if it will help... he's going to try.

His free hand comes up to Serph's cheek, turning his head just a little, and he leans up to kiss him.

The buzzing in his throat fills his mouth, pressing against the back of his lips. It feels like the phantom fire, except inside, not on his fingertips. He doesn't open his mouth to let it out yet-- it depends on whether Serph pushes him off, first.