"I want you, too," Declan replied, looking somewhat surprised at the admission before his expression hardened with a bit more conviction.

"I don't understand any of this. I don't...I don't know if you'll be angry with me tomorrow or not. But I want to spend as much time with you as I can before you're gone. And this...these are memories I want..." As much an admission to himself as Aoba, both hands fists then, forcing himself to move his hand away from his in all honesty painful erection. Lavender. His dick was lavender.

"Could...I touch you, instead?" he asked, face hot as he gestured vaguely between the two of them. I don't like touching myself." He'd learned that hard fact recently.