Declan rumbles with approval at that tug in his hair and Gansey's command for him to stay. It's what he wanted, demanded, and it gives Declan a feeling of stability. Gansey's choosing him. Wants him.

Grabbing Gansey by the front of his shirt, Declan pulls him down, leaning up so that their mouths meet. It's not a gentle kiss. Declan's needy and desperate, tongue pushing through into Gansey's mouth to claim him. He needs so much to be desired, to matter to someone, and he doesn't want Gansey to be willing to let him slip away.