The way that smirk curls across his face, wild and dangerous, and it's a gorgeous look on him. He doesn't expect the way that Declan flips them, catching him off-guards and gasping with the surprise as he pins him down to the mattress. His breath catching, racing with the thrill of it. He's flushed with the way that he looks at him, predatory and mocking, but there's no cruelty to it, so it pulls a slightly shy smile from Gansey, looking up at him and letting him keep him pinned like this.

And he seems younger, playful, and it makes his heart ache for the nostalgia, the memory of it. Back when Gansey had been able to navigate between the both of them, and if anything it just makes him ache for it more. "I told you I wanted you," he gasps, as if that was the same as what he was offering.

Words shift into heated breath and a low moan as his mouth presses to the side of his neck. He doesn't even seem to mind, just trembles and tilts into it, baring his throat for him. Gansey's sensitive to touch there, and the way that he sucks at his skin sparks his body with desire. His hands palming against his shoulders as he gasps to try and catch his breath. He's not thinking about consequences, just about the way that it feels as his mouth presses a bruise into his skin.

"--Declan," he whimpers his name, but it's far from a protest.