Declan stays close even once there's a break in the kiss. He holds Gansey close with both hands fisted into the front of Gansey's shirt.
After a moment, he decides that's unacceptable and hauls the shirt up, tossing it aside. He needs skin on skin, and he's not getting out of this easy.
"Fine," he agrees, and sheds the last of his own clothes, standing naked before Gansey. He's uncut, as a good Catholic boy should be, and his cock is long and slender, angled to the left. The hair at the base of his cock is barely-there, trimmed short and kept tidy. "Tell me what you want."
If he knows what Gansey wants, he can give it to him, become whatever Gansey wants him to be for the next hour, and then he can leave. He's good at being whatever people want and expect, because he knows it's the truest fact in the world that no one wants him as himself.
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After a moment, he decides that's unacceptable and hauls the shirt up, tossing it aside. He needs skin on skin, and he's not getting out of this easy.
"Fine," he agrees, and sheds the last of his own clothes, standing naked before Gansey. He's uncut, as a good Catholic boy should be, and his cock is long and slender, angled to the left. The hair at the base of his cock is barely-there, trimmed short and kept tidy. "Tell me what you want."
If he knows what Gansey wants, he can give it to him, become whatever Gansey wants him to be for the next hour, and then he can leave. He's good at being whatever people want and expect, because he knows it's the truest fact in the world that no one wants him as himself.