Declan’s accommodating movements allowed Aoba to get his own arms around the man’s neck in return, a grip just as firm to secure himself in place. His kisses were less demanding than Desire’s, though they didn’t lack intensity. His wants were more yearning, more tempered, and equally focused on wanting Declan to enjoy it all.

Aoba certainly was, after all. He was very, very aware of how good it felt to be held so tightly against Declan’s body, every inch of skin alight with sensation, not the least of which was the renewed ached down in his—

The Guardian broke away again, but mercifully, Aoba remained in control. His own bit of fluster was merely confused, unrelated to the burst of emotion in the back of his head that was one supremely frustrated Desire. It was easy for Aoba to consider him muted, here, with his tender concern for Declan being so strong.

“Any time you feel like you need to stop, is,” Aoba decided upon, pressing a kiss to that lower lip that Declan so frequently saw fit to abuse. “It’s all new to me, too.”

But he tugged on the man a little, hoping to coax him into the proper warmth of the water. They’d never figure out what they were doing if they didn’t at least start….