[ I didn't get this far, he admits. I just wanted to touch your wrist. Putting my lips to it felt daring.
Gregor kept himself pressed small, his wants correspondingly minimized. Having all this freedom all at once is dizzying. There's shyness, a tentativeness to him that he isn't showing physically, in equal measure to the blistering want coursing through him. Earlier it'd overtaken him completely, but now he's had time to think rationally, and it's more balanced.
That doesn't stop him from taking in more of his finger, rubbing at the base of it with his, adding just a hint of teeth to see how he likes that. He likes feeling that response in Miles, those parts coming awake. He knows exactly what he's doing.]
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Gregor kept himself pressed small, his wants correspondingly minimized. Having all this freedom all at once is dizzying. There's shyness, a tentativeness to him that he isn't showing physically, in equal measure to the blistering want coursing through him. Earlier it'd overtaken him completely, but now he's had time to think rationally, and it's more balanced.
That doesn't stop him from taking in more of his finger, rubbing at the base of it with his, adding just a hint of teeth to see how he likes that. He likes feeling that response in Miles, those parts coming awake. He knows exactly what he's doing.]