…he did? Really?? Well, okay, granted Aoba knew that already but—it was secondhand from Mac. Hearing it directly from Declan himself had a completely different effect on Aoba. It was the kind that made him want to squirm again, struck by the seeming dichotomy of Declan claiming to want that much, while at the same time being so self-controlled and deferring.
Desire, Reason, Restraint, came a mutter. Nothing unbalanced or fractured in him.
Only for a moment did Aoba wonder what restraint had to do with the two of them, but that was a plot thread for another time. He had enough on his mind with Declan so very wrapped around him, chaste and unassuming but also…wanting.
“Well I don’t…know how much of that I can judge you for, considering…you know. ‘Desire.’” Aoba hesitated briefly, not so much afraid as all those levels of embarrassed. Mac had said to be straightforward….
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Desire, Reason, Restraint, came a mutter. Nothing unbalanced or fractured in him.
Only for a moment did Aoba wonder what restraint had to do with the two of them, but that was a plot thread for another time. He had enough on his mind with Declan so very wrapped around him, chaste and unassuming but also…wanting.
“Well I don’t…know how much of that I can judge you for, considering…you know. ‘Desire.’” Aoba hesitated briefly, not so much afraid as all those levels of embarrassed. Mac had said to be straightforward….
“…What…is that you think could be ‘ugly’?”