"I won't do everything to you. I wish I could make you understand," Declan murmured, taking a step closer in so his chest just barely brushed Aoba's back. His skin prickled and there was a tightness between his shoulders, feeling his bare nipples brush flesh. It was utterly riveting, yet he still managed to continue kissing and nuzzling along the side of the other man's neck, hands drifting.

He kept a palm high, holding Aoba's hair out of the way and keeping him still with a light grip, while the other hand curled around, running up and down the flat expanse of belly. Eventually he steeled himself enough to close the distance between them, his arousal sandwiched against Aoba's buttocks, his roaming hand splayed against the space just above the other man's groin. He trembled, and there was no way Desire couldn't feel it.

"I don't have any limits, though. Anything you would have me do to you, you do to me. Show me the things you want and...if there comes a time when we have an accord and all of you is willing to accept my affections, I would be pleased to lavish you with every attention you desire. For now...I'll do my best to please you within my self-imposed restrictions."