Aoba Seragaki ([personal profile] scrappyblue) wrote in [community profile] orendalogs 2018-11-08 01:40 am (UTC)

The answer Declan was looking for would have been ‘the bench in the shower’, naturally, but instead of letting Desire continue to lead him along to what he’d intended, the Guardian had the jitters getting the better of him. Desire actually did laugh, a short kind of thing, at the way Declan beat a hasty retreat further in. Wanted a kiss that badly, huh?

And then Desire almost walked into him when Declan stopped before he expected him to. His moment’s bemusement was soon erased when the man sat where he did, but it occurred to Desire that Declan was practically blocking the way into the shower proper by sitting there.

“Making me pay a toll first, huh?” he had to tease. For his own part, though, he was getting way too excited just to banter. Without leaving the Guardian room to properly answer, Desire stepped right over his lap and straddled him right there. Don’t think for a minute that he hadn’t missed that sweatpants tent, or that it was anything like accidental that he scooted his weight right up against it.

Still, you had to admit, using Declan’s lap that way was pretty perfect for doing in that foot of height difference. With no tentativeness on his part, Desire looped his arms around his would-be partner’s neck before going in for the kiss, himself. A simple peck, it was not but he somehow refrained from going right for the all-the-way ravenous. His lips were parted just enough for a bit of extra heat and movement as he closed them against Declan’s, leaning all of the damp weight of his body against him.

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