"Hm...I wonder if I was important to someone back then," he mused thoughtfully. It didn't bother him to think about it the way it often did Aoba. It was a life far, far in the past. Memories from back then would only be painful, even if they were good ones. He only wondered if perhaps once before he'd had an easier time of things.

"Do...you want to kiss?" he asked hesitantly, squeezing Desire's hand to stop him from hurrying to the shower immediately. Declan was doing a very good job of ignoring the nudity for the moment, and he was more than a little afraid of what he was blindly agreeing to, but a kiss...he wanted that. He wanted the little things. He wanted to be affectionate, to have some kind of solid ground before committing to things he...really thought ought to be part of a real relationship. He didn't want to be a tool so much as a partner...but Desire was Aoba. Maybe...it was a foot in the door?

Even if it was nothing more than a means to an end, Declan decided he wanted to be that means. It might make him the end as well, in a perfect world.