He gasps as Declan grabs the front of his shirt and pulls him down, pressing their mouths together. It's harder than he expects, but that just makes him melt into it; his eyelashes fluttering and a low murmur as he lets his tongue push into his mouth, as he leans into the contact. There's a heat to how he kisses him, aching and needy- that way that he craves for contact, how he feels so alone.

He wants him to take all Gansey can give, and his hands cling to his shoulders, reaching for the contact, the closeness, as much as he can. He craves the feeling so much, the heat and the desire, and he can't cling to him quite tight enough. He moans hot against his mouth, ends up crawling into his lap just to be closer.

He wants so much, and like this it's impossible to hide the depth of it.