"I'm really confused right now...but I think a kiss is fine," Declan blinked slowly, cheek a lavender hue and he sniffed softly. He wasn't sure if he was being selfish or not, going along with it and hearing what he wanted. All of Aoba seemed in accord, for once. And making things not happen because of his unease wasn't a trap he wanted to fall into again.

So he reached out with his free hand, fingertips delicately brushing Aoba's cheek as his palm cupped in and fingers splayed to either end of his ear, gently guiding his face down. He only half closed his eyes, watching the other man for his personal enjoyment as much as making sure he could see any signs of discomfort and back off. He waited, leaving enough space between them for breath to pass over their lips, before tilting his head up just slightly, lips caressing more than pressing. It wasn't forceful in any way, wasn't probing. Just one of the oldest expression of affection in history. He pecked three times, each press a little longer than the last, before leaning back enough to make eye contact, silently asking if he ought to continue, or let Aoba go for the time being.