It was, in the end, too much for Declan. The Guardian rarely felt anything past the most common emotions and sensations, his body only pressured by an occasional rush of adrenaline. He had never been particularly aroused by a situation, never being liked or liking anyone enough for that measure of focus. It wasn't necessarily his rapidly growing affection for his surprise roommate, but having someone in his own quarters, taking up his space and filling the rooms with their own smells was extremely disruptive to the previously emotionally sterile life Declan had.

Moaning and rubbing against him were distinctly sensual acts, and even Declan wasn't immune to instinct and nature.

"I...I have to go finish..." the Titan mumbled, standing abruptly and backing away from the couch, horrified by the twisting warmth in his gut. The very idea that he would get even vaguely aroused already felt like he was somehow violating Aoba's trust!