Declan's eyes are on Gansey's cock as his hand works. He's hypnotized by the motion of it, by the sight of another boy's cock in his hand. Gansey's thicker than he is, not quite as long, ruddy bronze where Declan's is ivory and rose, not that he's yet offered Gansey the chance to make the comparison in turn.

At Gansey's words, his eyes lift, locked on Gansey's face again, remembering once more that this is Gansey and that there's wrecking to be done.

His hand slips away and his weight lifts from Gansey's thighs. He's moving back--but not far.

Hands gripping tight to Gansey's hips, Declan settles on his knees by the side of the bed, not pausing for a moment before he angles Gansey's cock down and takes it into his mouth, sliding far enough for it to nudge against the back of his throat.