He doesn’t understand anything! Reason, Aoba, for fuck’s sake-
His smile was so warm. Funny, how Aoba’s feelings towards other men had always been so—conflicting. Embarrassing. Yeah, there’d been some kisses, but Aoba had always been red-faced and uncomfortably embarrassed, questioning himself for whatever he enjoyed. Now here was a beautiful soul that Aoba might have found—less embarrassing, if not for Desire, and if he’d made plain his interests before this. And it just all got written out because he cared too much to just indulge momentary curiosity or fascination.
Not Declan’s. No, Aoba couldn’t even now think that the Guardian was anything less than a paragon of kindness and consideration. His own, he meant. As honest as Declan had been, Aoba couldn’t lie and give in to friendly benefits when for the first time in his life that he could recall, he found himself craving something deeper than that.
“And I still want you to show it to me,” he answered, one careful truth that he could still say. Aoba moved his hand and brushed Declan’s bangs aside one more time, meeting eyes more honest than his own had the courage to be. “That’s my promise.”
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His smile was so warm. Funny, how Aoba’s feelings towards other men had always been so—conflicting. Embarrassing. Yeah, there’d been some kisses, but Aoba had always been red-faced and uncomfortably embarrassed, questioning himself for whatever he enjoyed. Now here was a beautiful soul that Aoba might have found—less embarrassing, if not for Desire, and if he’d made plain his interests before this. And it just all got written out because he cared too much to just indulge momentary curiosity or fascination.
Not Declan’s. No, Aoba couldn’t even now think that the Guardian was anything less than a paragon of kindness and consideration. His own, he meant. As honest as Declan had been, Aoba couldn’t lie and give in to friendly benefits when for the first time in his life that he could recall, he found himself craving something deeper than that.
“And I still want you to show it to me,” he answered, one careful truth that he could still say. Aoba moved his hand and brushed Declan’s bangs aside one more time, meeting eyes more honest than his own had the courage to be. “That’s my promise.”