Declan rolls his eyes, even though he's aware that Gansey can't appreciate it while his back is still turned. Gansey like a kicked puppy. So loyal, so hopeful. Declan knows how to deal with clingy virgins from the banter of other wealthy, entitled rich boys, the ones who know that nothing's illegal if you're wealthy enough. The whole world is disposable for them. Declan's good at pretending to be them. He's good at pretending to be a lot of things.
His head aches. He sets his glass down and gives Gansey a look, which says something along the lines of my head aches and here you are asking stupid questions
or, do you think i sucked your cock because i just can't stand the conflict of saying no
or, i've sucked a cock before, it's not a big deal
or, i just want it to not be a big deal.
He takes the next drink straight from the neck of the bottle, guzzling a reckless amount like it's water. Then he slams the bottle down, enough to risk it breaking (it doesn't), and grabs Gansey by the back of the neck, kissing him ferociously.
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His head aches. He sets his glass down and gives Gansey a look, which says something along the lines of my head aches and here you are asking stupid questions
or, do you think i sucked your cock because i just can't stand the conflict of saying no
or, i've sucked a cock before, it's not a big deal
or, i just want it to not be a big deal.
He takes the next drink straight from the neck of the bottle, guzzling a reckless amount like it's water. Then he slams the bottle down, enough to risk it breaking (it doesn't), and grabs Gansey by the back of the neck, kissing him ferociously.