With the dishrag still over his brow and eyes, Aoba not only couldn’t see what was causing the delivery to involve so much noise, he didn’t realize Declan’s hands were incoming until they were cupped over his ears—the whole sides of his head, practically, given the size of those mitts. They were warm, and kind, and Aoba’s flushing only deepened, his heart knocking so strongly against his ribs that in the absence of most other sounds, he could hear his blood rushing through his ears.
Now, it wasn’t that Aoba didn’t know he was attracted to other men. It had been a long time, but in the past there’d been little things, like kissing and stuff like that. But: he’d barely known Declan for twenty-four hours, if that, and just…he could barely think through his headache, so why the hell was every other thought that he could think something weird and awkward???
—let me out I’ll show you why—
Declan got no protest, just a distracted little sound of acknowledgement. Ren’s little feet tap-tapped across the floor as he returned to sit at the foot of the couch, observing his troubled master with flattened ears. Aoba’s brainwaves were highly unusual…and home was likely a long way away. What would they do now without Tae’s medication?
Whenever Declan came back, he would find that Aoba hadn’t moved an inch. The only difference was the music thrumming steadily from the headphones still tucked around Aoba’s neck. Lifting his head would have taken too much effort, nor was Aoba certain he even wanted the gentle pressure of the earpieces on either side of his head, so by touch alone he’d turned them on so those familiar Goatbed beats could at least play near his ears.
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Now, it wasn’t that Aoba didn’t know he was attracted to other men. It had been a long time, but in the past there’d been little things, like kissing and stuff like that. But: he’d barely known Declan for twenty-four hours, if that, and just…he could barely think through his headache, so why the hell was every other thought that he could think something weird and awkward???
—let me out I’ll show you why—
Declan got no protest, just a distracted little sound of acknowledgement. Ren’s little feet tap-tapped across the floor as he returned to sit at the foot of the couch, observing his troubled master with flattened ears. Aoba’s brainwaves were highly unusual…and home was likely a long way away. What would they do now without Tae’s medication?
Whenever Declan came back, he would find that Aoba hadn’t moved an inch. The only difference was the music thrumming steadily from the headphones still tucked around Aoba’s neck. Lifting his head would have taken too much effort, nor was Aoba certain he even wanted the gentle pressure of the earpieces on either side of his head, so by touch alone he’d turned them on so those familiar Goatbed beats could at least play near his ears.