Gansey gasps as fingers grabs the front of his shirt and pull him in, closing the distance between them. It feels like a good thing, even as Declan glares at him. The proximity makes his skin flush, lets him feel something for a moment, enough to make his pulse skip. He wants to reach out, trace fingertip up against the sharp lines of his face and curl them in his hair, hold on to someone just for a breath or two.
He doesn't, but he wants it dearly, and settles instead for just softly pressing fingers to his shirt.
He feels the hand that pulled him in shake, and Gansey swallows, lips parting slightly as his eyes watch that flick of Declan's tongue, the way it looks like desire. His breath is heated as he exhales on the air, hazel eyes catching the way that he's looking at him and it makes him shiver. That sense, just for a moment, of being wanted, and Gansey aches to touch him. To lean into him and pull him down and let the distance evaporate.
Instead Declan flinches back, but he's not as closed off as before, his expression not so cold. There's at least some comfort to that. Gansey doesn't follow this time more than a step, not wanting it to feel like a threat, to try and give him space, a moment to settle.
He can't say please, ask to be let in again, because this isn't easy for him either- reaching out and failing- but the edge of it shines in his eyes. Gansey chases after people so often and rarely feels like any of them would do the same. It makes the moment cut into something raw, makes him feel exposed in ways he hadn't planned for. But he takes a breath, despite how his smile slips a little, uneven on just-parted lips.
"Declan?" He doesn't know what else he can say. Warmth that comes out far needier than Gansey would have liked in the way his voice wraps around his name.
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He doesn't, but he wants it dearly, and settles instead for just softly pressing fingers to his shirt.
He feels the hand that pulled him in shake, and Gansey swallows, lips parting slightly as his eyes watch that flick of Declan's tongue, the way it looks like desire. His breath is heated as he exhales on the air, hazel eyes catching the way that he's looking at him and it makes him shiver. That sense, just for a moment, of being wanted, and Gansey aches to touch him. To lean into him and pull him down and let the distance evaporate.
Instead Declan flinches back, but he's not as closed off as before, his expression not so cold. There's at least some comfort to that. Gansey doesn't follow this time more than a step, not wanting it to feel like a threat, to try and give him space, a moment to settle.
He can't say please, ask to be let in again, because this isn't easy for him either- reaching out and failing- but the edge of it shines in his eyes. Gansey chases after people so often and rarely feels like any of them would do the same. It makes the moment cut into something raw, makes him feel exposed in ways he hadn't planned for. But he takes a breath, despite how his smile slips a little, uneven on just-parted lips.
"Declan?" He doesn't know what else he can say. Warmth that comes out far needier than Gansey would have liked in the way his voice wraps around his name.