"Shh. Please just let me take care of you this time..." Declan murmured, shifting on the bed until he was at the foot of in, large body hunched over as he reached, trailing his fingers lightly over miles of bare skin. He breathed out, relaxing visibly despite his still very obvious trepidation. It pleased him immensely to be able to admire Aoba so fully, and he eagerly anticipated seeing the rest.

"Let me have this. I want to worship at the altar of your body," the Titan's voice hummed, hands sliding down Aoba's sides, fingers barely dancing across ribs and belly, down his hips and thighs. Eventually he came to Aoba's ankles and he lifted one, pressing kisses in the crook of bones and tendon, kisses behind his knee, the softest uncovered part of upper inner thigh...

"It's something I can do that doesn't trouble me in the least. I've wanted to put my mouth on your body ever since the idea came into my head," Declan whispered as he turned his head just enough that his breath blew hot and moist across Aoba's covered erection. So tantalizingly close, and the nearer the Guardian got to his intended goal, the less afraid he felt, just like in the field pursuing a target. The rewards here were far sweeter than any stupid commendation.

"Do you want me to keep going?"