Gansey murmurs, a rough gasp on his lips as Declan pulls away from the mark on his neck. He's not thinking about explanations he'll have to come up with, right now he's just thinking about the lingering heat of it, the way he can feel it on his skin like a brand. He flushes a little, but lifts his hips so that he can pull his pants and underwear down all at once. He's flushed and still trying to catch his breath at being stripped down, naked as Declan straddles his thighs.

It almost makes him dizzy, the way that slender fingers curl around his cock, his eyes fluttering at the heat of it, the way that pleasure cuts through him. He strokes his fingers from the base up to the tip, squeezing his palm against the tip, and he moans, feels almost helpless as he touches him. It's different than when he touches himself. His hands feel different and like he knows how to pull the pleasure from his body, to have him gasping for him.

His eyes fluttering, hazel looking up at him with a look that's all want, and he feels a little bit like Declan is going to ruin him. But he thinks he wants him to.