Declan drops back against the bed, savoring the feeling of being caught between Gansey and the mattress, trapped and desired, with Gansey holding him so possessively tight.
Tangling their tongues together, Declan lets himself get lost in it, sweetness and arousal shared without any thought of consequences or tomorrow. Gansey wants him, and Declan has never been with anyone who wanted him. Him, not his name, not his status, not the bragging rights.
His hands slide greedily up the back of Gansey's shirt, exploring warm skin and muscle, health and strength. Declan's ribs, by contrast, are as sharp-edged as the rest of him. He doesn't let himself indulge, doesn't want to draw attention or take up too much space.
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Tangling their tongues together, Declan lets himself get lost in it, sweetness and arousal shared without any thought of consequences or tomorrow. Gansey wants him, and Declan has never been with anyone who wanted him. Him, not his name, not his status, not the bragging rights.
His hands slide greedily up the back of Gansey's shirt, exploring warm skin and muscle, health and strength. Declan's ribs, by contrast, are as sharp-edged as the rest of him. He doesn't let himself indulge, doesn't want to draw attention or take up too much space.