[ He gladly parts his lips for Gregor, nipping ever so gently in return, just enough to barely catch Gregor's bottom lip when they have to draw in breath. The hand at his shirt stays there, knuckles white; his other hand reaches up to cup the side of Gregor's face. Fingers rough against Gregor's jawline, not callused (not as a Vor lord, no) but scarred in spots. Miles inches closer too, wanting proximity as much as anything else they're doing with their mouths. With Gregor down on one knee, Miles is just about comfortable, with no awkward neck craning needed or tiptoeing to get where he needs to be. (Not that he minds. But there is a certain practicality to being on the same level.)
God. Even if he weren't completely into this - and he is, no question about that - that fire would do him in. It spreads gladly to him, Miles himself all dry tinder in comparison. Ready to catch at the slightest spark, much less this inferno. Fortunately Miles is all bright flames himself. Even as it consumes him, it enriches him, making him feel fuller, more whole with Gregor there to burn with him ...
He wants, oh yes. He wants very desperately. And he can feel Gregor wanting him in return, which is the hottest damn thing about the whole thing. So much of Miles' relationship troubles are caused by - or stem from - not being sure if he's wanted or not. Surely more towards the nod, with everything. A tiny, painful flash of the young woman who'd been so terribly fascinated by Miles' physical body, but who had cared not a bit for the person Miles himself was. But Gregor drowns it out in an instant; Miles can only reel, basking in the glow of knowing for sure that Gregor wants him.
How can he say no to that? He never wants to, ever. ]
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God. Even if he weren't completely into this - and he is, no question about that - that fire would do him in. It spreads gladly to him, Miles himself all dry tinder in comparison. Ready to catch at the slightest spark, much less this inferno. Fortunately Miles is all bright flames himself. Even as it consumes him, it enriches him, making him feel fuller, more whole with Gregor there to burn with him ...
He wants, oh yes. He wants very desperately. And he can feel Gregor wanting him in return, which is the hottest damn thing about the whole thing. So much of Miles' relationship troubles are caused by - or stem from - not being sure if he's wanted or not. Surely more towards the nod, with everything. A tiny, painful flash of the young woman who'd been so terribly fascinated by Miles' physical body, but who had cared not a bit for the person Miles himself was. But Gregor drowns it out in an instant; Miles can only reel, basking in the glow of knowing for sure that Gregor wants him.
How can he say no to that? He never wants to, ever. ]