"If I could always hold you, I would," the man murmured, shifting enough to free his other arm, moving his hand to gently brush Aoba's hair safely out of the way of getting snagged if either of them moved too much. Without anything else to do with his arm, he slid it under Aoba's pillows, effectively letting them tuck that much closer to each other.

"I want to kiss and touch so much of you, my scalp tingles and my skin prickles," Declan sighed, gazing at the other man with heavy-lidded eyes.

"I don't know if I'm as gentle as you think...It's hard to know what parts of me are good and what parts are a little ugly."