At the nod, Declan smiled one of those trademark faint smiles of his and lowered his head to trace the straining shape of Aoba under the fabric with his lips. Hands sliding up bare thighs snaked fingers under elastic and curled enough to hook, pulling down slowly and tossing the underwear across the room to smack silently against the shower and flop to the floor.
He stared for a moment as he leaned back, taking in the fruit of his efforts, Aoba digging into to bed and struggling not to fall over the edge. Declan's pale gaze drifted up, making eye contact as he crouched between Aoba's legs and slid his hands down and around, curling his arms behind the other man's knees. It was the only warning Aoba got before the Titan's muscles flexed and his hips were airborne, lifted from the bed and arching his body upwards.
Strong hands and iron biceps caged Aoba's legs so no amount of squirming or bucking would get him away, and the position robbed him of the ability to get any good leverage. He was effectively at the Titan's mercy, just as Declan wished it.
The Guardian's tongue slid hot and wet over Aoba's arousal, laving the skin without an ounce of the earlier misgivings. He tasted every inch of the most sensitive, most intimate places, tongue a firm, wet pressure peeling skin away before his entire mouth engulfed the man. Like riding a bike, he mused to himself, brows furrowing for only a second before he gave himself over to muscle memory, devouring his lover without a hint of shame.
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He stared for a moment as he leaned back, taking in the fruit of his efforts, Aoba digging into to bed and struggling not to fall over the edge. Declan's pale gaze drifted up, making eye contact as he crouched between Aoba's legs and slid his hands down and around, curling his arms behind the other man's knees. It was the only warning Aoba got before the Titan's muscles flexed and his hips were airborne, lifted from the bed and arching his body upwards.
Strong hands and iron biceps caged Aoba's legs so no amount of squirming or bucking would get him away, and the position robbed him of the ability to get any good leverage. He was effectively at the Titan's mercy, just as Declan wished it.
The Guardian's tongue slid hot and wet over Aoba's arousal, laving the skin without an ounce of the earlier misgivings. He tasted every inch of the most sensitive, most intimate places, tongue a firm, wet pressure peeling skin away before his entire mouth engulfed the man. Like riding a bike, he mused to himself, brows furrowing for only a second before he gave himself over to muscle memory, devouring his lover without a hint of shame.