[ Miles' wrist is very small in comparison to Gregor's long fingers; Gregor could easily encircle the narrowest point with his thumb and forefinger. It's strangely vulnerable, having Gregor touching a part of him that would normally not be an intimate on, and making it into an intimate gesture. He shivers lightly with pleasure. Especially when Gregor lifts Miles' hand to his mouth. Miles finds himself tracking Gregor with his eyes the whole way, his pulse quickening.
There's a flash of mental pain too - it's not all surgery scars there, and he remembers Bothari coming in the door to patch him up with alarming speed and steadiness. He has to swallow, hotly, as Gregor's ministrations fight with that memory, putting it to rest for now. He doesn't have to imagine Gregor as a healing force. He is one in truth, balming Miles' issues a bit at a time. Despite the reminders of unhappier moment, Miles is desperately glad to have it overwritten. By Gregor who wants him, Gregor who would never reject him ... quiet joy bubbles up from deep inside him, made sweeter by the pain it had to get through to surface. ]
Keep doing that, please. [ He says, feeling the need to verbalize. To reassure Gregor that this really is all right. ]
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There's a flash of mental pain too - it's not all surgery scars there, and he remembers Bothari coming in the door to patch him up with alarming speed and steadiness. He has to swallow, hotly, as Gregor's ministrations fight with that memory, putting it to rest for now. He doesn't have to imagine Gregor as a healing force. He is one in truth, balming Miles' issues a bit at a time. Despite the reminders of unhappier moment, Miles is desperately glad to have it overwritten. By Gregor who wants him, Gregor who would never reject him ... quiet joy bubbles up from deep inside him, made sweeter by the pain it had to get through to surface. ]
Keep doing that, please. [ He says, feeling the need to verbalize. To reassure Gregor that this really is all right. ]