He’d only wanted permission to love him. Those words came back to Aoba at the wrap of Declan’s arm, the sensation a surprise but also not unwelcome. Desire could want all that he did, but the truth of the matter was, Aoba had never been in a solid relationship before. Cuddling with the person he wanted to love….
Aoba sipped at the cider because it was there, and nibbled some of the bread for similar reasons, but as he found out where he fit and how relaxed he really was, his own free arm nested over Declan’s like the armrest of a chair—except chairs didn’t have fingers you could twine your own down into to better secure your place.
The movie was…unusual, but oddly charming. He thought there was a lot to read into the fact that Declan liked this kind of movie, so even if it wasn’t exactly to his own tastes, he wasn’t bored by it in the least. He did wind up more slouched, though, head canted a bit to one side, his body seeming ever more determined to find ways to cozy up to the Guardian’s warmth and support.
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Aoba sipped at the cider because it was there, and nibbled some of the bread for similar reasons, but as he found out where he fit and how relaxed he really was, his own free arm nested over Declan’s like the armrest of a chair—except chairs didn’t have fingers you could twine your own down into to better secure your place.
The movie was…unusual, but oddly charming. He thought there was a lot to read into the fact that Declan liked this kind of movie, so even if it wasn’t exactly to his own tastes, he wasn’t bored by it in the least. He did wind up more slouched, though, head canted a bit to one side, his body seeming ever more determined to find ways to cozy up to the Guardian’s warmth and support.