It may have been Declan’s choice to move so slow, but it didn’t take much to prove there was hardly any need of it. Not physically, anyway. He had goosebumps at the first touch of fingers dipping under his shirt to expose his skin. The first kiss had him audibly catching his breath, and by a dozen of them in, not even the loosest pants in the world could have hidden his body’s most blatant physical response. Of course, that spoke nothing of the way heat flushed across his skin, almost as if brought to the surface by the tenderness of those kisses, in place of the bruising of teeth.
He did try to touch back, and the refusal did distress him. It knotted his brows, put confusion plain in his eyes, a voiced protest making it no further than ‘But-’ before the shake of Declan’s head silenced him.
Aoba didn’t like it. Most of Aoba didn’t like it. His mouth was dry, throat clicking at a swallow. He wanted to touch Declan too. He didn’t like being doted on without giving anything back, he just didn’t. Declan had given him too much already, it wasn’t fair for Aoba to ask for his attention and not give any—
We’re giving him us, came Desire’s throaty growl, pressing at his thoughts with the irritation of some great predator that wanted to be indolent and found itself disturbed. Anything, that side had said. He’d do anything as long as it was something.
So this time, Aoba had to surrender. Twisting his hands into the sheets was a poor substitute, and his discontent as he glanced briefly at his own white-knuckled grips was evident, but he slipped back into a recline just the same. Suddenly the peak in his underwear was the highest point of his body, and Aoba couldn’t help but find his sense of embarrassment surging again, eyes avoiding himself after that first glimpse.
no subject
He did try to touch back, and the refusal did distress him. It knotted his brows, put confusion plain in his eyes, a voiced protest making it no further than ‘But-’ before the shake of Declan’s head silenced him.
Aoba didn’t like it. Most of Aoba didn’t like it. His mouth was dry, throat clicking at a swallow. He wanted to touch Declan too. He didn’t like being doted on without giving anything back, he just didn’t. Declan had given him too much already, it wasn’t fair for Aoba to ask for his attention and not give any—
We’re giving him us, came Desire’s throaty growl, pressing at his thoughts with the irritation of some great predator that wanted to be indolent and found itself disturbed. Anything, that side had said. He’d do anything as long as it was something.
So this time, Aoba had to surrender. Twisting his hands into the sheets was a poor substitute, and his discontent as he glanced briefly at his own white-knuckled grips was evident, but he slipped back into a recline just the same. Suddenly the peak in his underwear was the highest point of his body, and Aoba couldn’t help but find his sense of embarrassment surging again, eyes avoiding himself after that first glimpse.