Gansey is sort of helplessly wrecked under the sensations, the way that it feels; a fact which plays in Declan's favor at the moment. He just can't really do anything to try and get under his skin, to pull him down closer to Gansey's state when Declan moves so smooth and easy, and all he can focus on is the way that pleasure burns through him. Soft gasps and low whimpers of heat. But he's certainly not impartial himself, fingers in his hair almost a caress, Declan's name on his mouth like a plea and a sob.

He's too new to this to resist, to be able to keep Declan from just unraveling him. Can hardly watch him through the slits framed by his lashes, he's so overwhelmed in the play of pleasure and heat and sensation. He wants more than this, even if in truth not giving him all he wanted is probably a sort of kindness. He couldn't really think about it anyway, his voice breaking on Declan's name.

Gansey just falling apart and clinging to him, all trembling touches. He's always been touch-starved and greedy in a way he tries to obscure, but right now there's nothing for him to hide behind.