Declan watched, filing everything away in his memory, picking apart details, making decisions with every wobbling step Aoba took. A hand reached out when the other man made it to the bunk, Declan helping him into it with grace and poise, making something that might have been a bit rough seem more formal. There was an elegance the Titan wanted to observe, feeling that two lovers coming together ought to have a delicate artistry to it, even in it's most vulgar moments. There would be nothing misconstrued as disgusting, nothing to make Aoba cringe away.

"May I undress you?" he asked softly, fingertips grazing gently over Aoba's shoulders, down his arms. They trembled a bit, a mix of terror and excitement warring within him, but he refused to back down when so much they both wanted might be in reach.