He didn't full understand, not in the least, but when so directly called out, the Titan stiffened, body under Desire's fingertips thrumming like a plucked bowstring. Yes,he loved Aoba, but having it used against him was unfair. He didn't really want anything strictly sexual - could have gone without physical intimacy entirely if required - but he didn't have the strength to refuse, either. Not completely, anyways. There was no amount of wheedling and convincing that could be done by Desire that would get Declan to do some things...Nothing that would put Aoba in anything that could be construed as a lower position, realistically or metaphorically.

But himself? He had no compunctions regarding his own status. He could do anything the other man wanted, so far as he was concerned. Being a Guardian wasn't at risk in the least; Guardian worth was measure by deeds and actions, not sexuality or identity.

He refused to think too hard, to let himself get tangled up in fear and doubt, when he slid his hand up, fingertips scooping Aoba's hand away from his own skin to carry to his mouth, those full lips pressing down on the rigid slopes of knuckles.

"I swore I'd give you anything," he murmured, staring down at the back of Aoba's hand, thumb gently rubbing the outside of the littlest finger.

"I'm included in that."