[Gregor is much more inclined to slow than Miles is, but half the reason he'd fallen for him so hard is that he likes getting to throw caution and prudence to the wind. Every step of his life has had to be carefully calculated, with an eye to the ramifications, not just for him but for everyone. Getting to have this one area where he's allowed to be reckless and impulsive is already heady, pushing him to follow Miles's pace rather than put on the brakes.

But it's interesting, getting to feel that Miles is nervous, too, he just works through it and pushes forward. Gregor never would have guessed that without this link. Some of his own anxiety settles again, and he steps forward, closing the distance so he's not so far. He smiles down at him fondly.]

Please do. I don't mind being told. [Which is a subtle way of saying he doesn't mind being told what to do. Gregor feels he might have to put that out there, in case Miles needs that clarified. Then he sits beside him, instinctively finding his hand with one of his, and has an idea where to start.]

How about I do what I wanted to earlier, that made me pull my hand away? I had a specific urge.

[Gregor has a suspicion that Miles's need to know things extends to knowing things like this. Getting to be playful like this, feeling safe enough for that, is a completely new experience for Gregor and it's coaxing that amber-threaded lust out of him again.]