[There's a distinct sense in freefall of weightlessness, of consequences and concerns being left behind on some higher vantage. Gregor is not someone who plunges himself into decisions like Miles does, and he can but follow here where he leads, rational thought left far behind.
The anticipation ratchets upward to nearly unbearable levels as Miles leans in to him, resting their foreheads together. And then he's-- he's kissing him forcefully, and somehow in all his guilty imaginings about this moment it foolishly never included how fiercely Miles goes after what he wants. Maybe because Gregor can't imagine being what he wants.
(That is a worry left above, somewhere else, to be looked at later.)
It startles a soft moan out of him, fingers tightening on Miles's waist, using that hold as leverage to keep him in place as Gregor starts to kiss back. Because the wave is still cresting through him and he returns the kiss with equal fervor, hungrily, eyes closing automatically just to feel his mouth that he'd only ever looked at before, wondering. Before long he introduces tongue, pushing his way in, dizzy enough to demand.
For these few long moments as they kiss, that is the only thing Gregor is thinking of. His mind is blank as an empty page waiting to have this memory inscribed on it, blank but for the pervasive, ringing sense of finally, and of desire catching fire piece by piece as it turns into outright lust.]
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The anticipation ratchets upward to nearly unbearable levels as Miles leans in to him, resting their foreheads together. And then he's-- he's kissing him forcefully, and somehow in all his guilty imaginings about this moment it foolishly never included how fiercely Miles goes after what he wants. Maybe because Gregor can't imagine being what he wants.
(That is a worry left above, somewhere else, to be looked at later.)
It startles a soft moan out of him, fingers tightening on Miles's waist, using that hold as leverage to keep him in place as Gregor starts to kiss back. Because the wave is still cresting through him and he returns the kiss with equal fervor, hungrily, eyes closing automatically just to feel his mouth that he'd only ever looked at before, wondering. Before long he introduces tongue, pushing his way in, dizzy enough to demand.
For these few long moments as they kiss, that is the only thing Gregor is thinking of. His mind is blank as an empty page waiting to have this memory inscribed on it, blank but for the pervasive, ringing sense of finally, and of desire catching fire piece by piece as it turns into outright lust.]