He hums softly as he says he's just in town for the night, and Gansey hears the no he doesn't say. Declan's lifestyle had never really appealed, but this was something a little bit different. A touch of something just a little selfish, something he wanted, that he could lose himself in for a while.
He's watching him, and it doesn't seem like discomfort, not an excuse to leave. And he can feel the way that he watches him, which sends a hot thrill curling up his spine. He shifts with an air that seems casual but isn't, moving slightly to so the way they face each other gives him a better view. The curve of his smile is an invitation, all warmth and charm and a genuine sort of offer as he looks up at him.
He takes a moment to enjoy the view, the way that Declan looks a little ruffled at the edges just with the heat between them. Gansey's a little flushed himself, just along his cheeks and that glint in his eyes. It takes just a few paces to close most of the space between them, and the proximity makes him tremble. He's not innocent, but the contact feels electric. One of his hands pressing lightly against his chest, fingertips sliding down against the fabric.
Gansey isn't overly experienced, but he knows what he wants here, and willingness covers for a fair bit. Their bodies could be closer, so that his polo's pressed up against Declan's suit, but for the moment he just lets his fingers trace down against his shirt, letting fingertips brush against the buttons of his shirt as they trail towards his belt, like a promise.
"What do you think, Declan?" There's a tremble in his voice that's all heat as he asks the question. It's a little raw, and just a flicker of something that slips past that mask he wears, that sheen of charm and confidence.
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He's watching him, and it doesn't seem like discomfort, not an excuse to leave. And he can feel the way that he watches him, which sends a hot thrill curling up his spine. He shifts with an air that seems casual but isn't, moving slightly to so the way they face each other gives him a better view. The curve of his smile is an invitation, all warmth and charm and a genuine sort of offer as he looks up at him.
He takes a moment to enjoy the view, the way that Declan looks a little ruffled at the edges just with the heat between them. Gansey's a little flushed himself, just along his cheeks and that glint in his eyes. It takes just a few paces to close most of the space between them, and the proximity makes him tremble. He's not innocent, but the contact feels electric. One of his hands pressing lightly against his chest, fingertips sliding down against the fabric.
Gansey isn't overly experienced, but he knows what he wants here, and willingness covers for a fair bit. Their bodies could be closer, so that his polo's pressed up against Declan's suit, but for the moment he just lets his fingers trace down against his shirt, letting fingertips brush against the buttons of his shirt as they trail towards his belt, like a promise.
"What do you think, Declan?" There's a tremble in his voice that's all heat as he asks the question. It's a little raw, and just a flicker of something that slips past that mask he wears, that sheen of charm and confidence.