Aoba’s skin had grown a little chilled as he’d stood there in the open air with water evaporating from his body, but heat was quick to flush back through it as Declan’s hands gained the courage to roam. That state of half-hardness that had been bothering Desire so was quick to lose it’s ‘half’ness as well, as every overeager nerve between the kissing and the touching jolting into sparks that went right down his spine and to his groin.
Declan could avoid the thoughts if he was that intent on it. Desire, on the other hand, thrilled in it. For him, there was no shame to be found in grinding his restored erection against the Guardian’s stomach, another sensation to take in as much as to make the other man aware of just what he so easily did to Aoba.
“Don’t be shy, big guy,” he murmured in a space for breath, nipping at Declan’s lips. If consent and permission had to be so damn important—are you listening, Reason?—then he had to spare the moments to make sure he was encouraging as much as he could. “Put those hands everywhere you’re up for putting them.”
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Declan could avoid the thoughts if he was that intent on it. Desire, on the other hand, thrilled in it. For him, there was no shame to be found in grinding his restored erection against the Guardian’s stomach, another sensation to take in as much as to make the other man aware of just what he so easily did to Aoba.
“Don’t be shy, big guy,” he murmured in a space for breath, nipping at Declan’s lips. If consent and permission had to be so damn important—are you listening, Reason?—then he had to spare the moments to make sure he was encouraging as much as he could. “Put those hands everywhere you’re up for putting them.”