[If there is one thing Gregor doesn't doubt, it's Miles growing in intensity as he gets more used to something.
That being said, however similarly impatient Gregor is, he's still more patient than Miles-- and shyer, besides. The idea of christening that infernal couch with actual sex is very tempting, and he sees the humor in it, but picturing someone interrupting them makes him want to shrivel up and avoid people for a week just at the thought. The only thing that's getting him to make lascivious suggestions like this in the first place is that it's Miles and he feels utterly, unquestioningly safe and comfortable with him. He'd let him into the deepest parts of his soul, and come out the better for it... But no one else has attained that privilege and sex is going to have to be done carefully enough for him as it is.
He sends that sense over, of only you, just you, I don't want anyone else to see me-- in itself a gesture of trust, since Gregor doesn't ordinarily admit to shyness this directly-- and then a spark of dry humor. Later, though. One day. When we're sure we won't be interrupted.
Gregor gently starts to extricate himself from him, making the difficult first move to unstick themselves and get upright. The floor really isn't comfortable, though, and Gregor wants space and to be able to relax for this.
I want to enjoy you very thoroughly. A hint of wicked promise.]
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That being said, however similarly impatient Gregor is, he's still more patient than Miles-- and shyer, besides. The idea of christening that infernal couch with actual sex is very tempting, and he sees the humor in it, but picturing someone interrupting them makes him want to shrivel up and avoid people for a week just at the thought. The only thing that's getting him to make lascivious suggestions like this in the first place is that it's Miles and he feels utterly, unquestioningly safe and comfortable with him. He'd let him into the deepest parts of his soul, and come out the better for it... But no one else has attained that privilege and sex is going to have to be done carefully enough for him as it is.
He sends that sense over, of only you, just you, I don't want anyone else to see me-- in itself a gesture of trust, since Gregor doesn't ordinarily admit to shyness this directly-- and then a spark of dry humor. Later, though. One day. When we're sure we won't be interrupted.
Gregor gently starts to extricate himself from him, making the difficult first move to unstick themselves and get upright. The floor really isn't comfortable, though, and Gregor wants space and to be able to relax for this.
I want to enjoy you very thoroughly. A hint of wicked promise.]