Without thinking about it, he moved his head right, then left, checking to make sure no one was coming into the room to interrupt them. By then, Declan had already lifted his arm up. Tulio leaned in, holding the biceps so that wouldn't go down. It took him only a brief moment of actually looking at those pits before hunger pushed him lower, nose digging in, rubbing against the few hair there, sniffing it loudly, getting high on the musk. "Oh, fuck, Declan." He gasped, sniffing it loudly again. It would be hard to deny that he wanted this. Or that he had been considering this for a while. And it finally happened. "You smell so fucking good."