There's something about the way that Declan looks at him when his eyes lift, about his hand still curled around his cock. It makes his lightly tanned skin flush and pulls a whimper of protest from his mouth in that moment where it seems like he's moving away from him. But hands move to Gansey's hips, holding tight.
Declan doesn't really give him enough time to process the change before his mouth is around his cock, and it knocks the breath from him as surely as a punch to the chest. It's all slick wet heat, and he tries to keep his eyes open, but he can't help being overwhelmed by the sensation. The way that the head of his cock brushes against the back of his throat and it feels a little like having his breath choked from him, but in the sweetest, hottest sort of way that he could imagine. His eyelashes fluttering as his hazel eyes narrow to slits.
He doesn't remember moving his hands, but somehow one ends up clinging tight to Declan's shoulder like that point of contact is the only thing keeping him together. The other is soft fingers that brush against the dark of his hair, a sweet caress, carelessly affectionate. It takes him a bit to get his breath back. "God," is all he can gasp even then, the word soft on his tongue. No, no one had ever done this to him before.
Gansey feels almost ruined; teeth biting at his bottom lip, just trying to not immediately go to pieces. "Declan--" He can't even string words together at the moment.
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Declan doesn't really give him enough time to process the change before his mouth is around his cock, and it knocks the breath from him as surely as a punch to the chest. It's all slick wet heat, and he tries to keep his eyes open, but he can't help being overwhelmed by the sensation. The way that the head of his cock brushes against the back of his throat and it feels a little like having his breath choked from him, but in the sweetest, hottest sort of way that he could imagine. His eyelashes fluttering as his hazel eyes narrow to slits.
He doesn't remember moving his hands, but somehow one ends up clinging tight to Declan's shoulder like that point of contact is the only thing keeping him together. The other is soft fingers that brush against the dark of his hair, a sweet caress, carelessly affectionate. It takes him a bit to get his breath back. "God," is all he can gasp even then, the word soft on his tongue. No, no one had ever done this to him before.
Gansey feels almost ruined; teeth biting at his bottom lip, just trying to not immediately go to pieces. "Declan--" He can't even string words together at the moment.