Yep. This was pretty much exactly what Desire had imagined at the first utterance of ‘worship’. Aoba could say he mentally didn’t like it, didn’t like the imbalance of receiving without giving back, but no lie in the world could have explained away how readily his body responded to it. He tried to watch Declan without watching himself, but anticipation had already become aching, the heat in Aoba’s skin so intense that he could feel the muggy onset of sweat upon his brows.
His body was all tension. Strained knuckles, curling toes, muscles flexing in a conflict of trying to move with Declan without resisting him, despite being unable to relax completely into his tending. His breaths had already quickened to keep up with the speeding of his heart, and something not too unlike an abruptly cut off whine caught in his throat when Declan kissed the inside of his thigh.
I’m going to die if you don’t! was Desire’s exclamation inside his head, somehow and apparently delighting in the torture of being left hanging so long, but all Aoba could manage on the outside was a struggling nod of his head, teeth clenched around the sounds he didn’t want to make any more of.
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His body was all tension. Strained knuckles, curling toes, muscles flexing in a conflict of trying to move with Declan without resisting him, despite being unable to relax completely into his tending. His breaths had already quickened to keep up with the speeding of his heart, and something not too unlike an abruptly cut off whine caught in his throat when Declan kissed the inside of his thigh.
I’m going to die if you don’t! was Desire’s exclamation inside his head, somehow and apparently delighting in the torture of being left hanging so long, but all Aoba could manage on the outside was a struggling nod of his head, teeth clenched around the sounds he didn’t want to make any more of.