Desire wanted to grumble that he’d told Declan as much already and was about to call into question how chaste these ‘compromises’ were going to end up being if something so simple had him shocked, despite his claims of already knowing where he wanted to put his hands and mouth. Two things stopped him. One of them was Reason. The other was a hand in his hair.
With every strand a sensitive nerve, it was a suddenly overwhelming amount of sensation, even despite being gentler than Desire himself could have asked for. A low groan caught in his throat even before he was tilting his head forward, exposing even more of his nape to Declan’s lips. Goosebumps prickled his skin, but this time neither they nor his shivering was the fault of a neglected chill.
It silenced Reason just as much, but the undercurrent from him was more subconscious, anyway. The reminder that Declan was intelligent and poetic, but rarely made assumptions. Things Desire thought were simple and obvious were not necessarily so.
So somewhere at the tail end of that groan, he managed, “I want you do to everything to me. The only limits here are yours.”
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With every strand a sensitive nerve, it was a suddenly overwhelming amount of sensation, even despite being gentler than Desire himself could have asked for. A low groan caught in his throat even before he was tilting his head forward, exposing even more of his nape to Declan’s lips. Goosebumps prickled his skin, but this time neither they nor his shivering was the fault of a neglected chill.
It silenced Reason just as much, but the undercurrent from him was more subconscious, anyway. The reminder that Declan was intelligent and poetic, but rarely made assumptions. Things Desire thought were simple and obvious were not necessarily so.
So somewhere at the tail end of that groan, he managed, “I want you do to everything to me. The only limits here are yours.”