[Gregor has been hiding so much that there's a lot to be curious about, though that agreed upon stipulation, their mutual first priority, of making each other happy is going to be a barrier to him revealing most of it. This, however, this is simple and innocent. This time, Gregor can think about it without more than a flicker of habitual self-directed revulsion, there and then gone, shuffled away. He doesn't actually think homosexual acts are awful, it's just... him.
But with Miles right here, it's so easy to sink into that trust and blinding interest and dismiss it altogether. He angles himself to be facing Miles directly, then sets his captured hand on his thigh, turns it over so it's palm up. He examines his wrist and hand for a moment, the smallness of his bones and the fine webbing of scars, and then he strokes his fingertips down the pulse-point of his wrist. Gregor's fingers are long and elegant and unmarked or calloused in any way; they glide along his skin smoothly.
He strokes again, slowly, dragging down into his palm and unfurling his fingers with delicate precision. Quite obviously learning what he feels like, taking it all in, eyes fixed. Inwardly, the pulse of appreciative desire grows stronger, a warm undercurrent, as he finally picks up his unfurled hand by the wrist and presses a kiss to the vulnerable, scarred flesh there, whisper-soft.]
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But with Miles right here, it's so easy to sink into that trust and blinding interest and dismiss it altogether. He angles himself to be facing Miles directly, then sets his captured hand on his thigh, turns it over so it's palm up. He examines his wrist and hand for a moment, the smallness of his bones and the fine webbing of scars, and then he strokes his fingertips down the pulse-point of his wrist. Gregor's fingers are long and elegant and unmarked or calloused in any way; they glide along his skin smoothly.
He strokes again, slowly, dragging down into his palm and unfurling his fingers with delicate precision. Quite obviously learning what he feels like, taking it all in, eyes fixed. Inwardly, the pulse of appreciative desire grows stronger, a warm undercurrent, as he finally picks up his unfurled hand by the wrist and presses a kiss to the vulnerable, scarred flesh there, whisper-soft.]