Gansey had decided not to worry about the consequences when he'd settled on actually doing something about this. He'd tried to tell himself it could be easy, but that had been a lie, but he can deal with that later.
Right now he just wants Declan. Wants the way that he kisses him with their bodies pressed together against his mattress. The way that he feels wanted, even when he sees the imperfect pieces of him, that he exists beyond the smiles and charisma.
The way their tongues slide together, all heat and want, arousal that sings in his veins. He murmurs into the seal of their mouths, his eyes closed tight as his hand push up the back of his shirt, skin on skin, which is enough to make him ache for more. One of his hands slipping between their bodies, tugging at the buttons to Declan's shirt. It feels almost greedy, but he just wants more. Wants to touch and feel as much as he's allowed.
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Right now he just wants Declan. Wants the way that he kisses him with their bodies pressed together against his mattress. The way that he feels wanted, even when he sees the imperfect pieces of him, that he exists beyond the smiles and charisma.
The way their tongues slide together, all heat and want, arousal that sings in his veins. He murmurs into the seal of their mouths, his eyes closed tight as his hand push up the back of his shirt, skin on skin, which is enough to make him ache for more. One of his hands slipping between their bodies, tugging at the buttons to Declan's shirt. It feels almost greedy, but he just wants more. Wants to touch and feel as much as he's allowed.