[He's right, he didn't understand until Miles showed him. And he probably won't completely until he experiences it, does it and feels that acceptance and enjoyment right inside his head. But even now, feeling that excitement at the idea, eating up all those mental images with a starved hunger, calls out agreement from him.
He can't deny that it'd be for Miles, not himself. Somehow that shade of it had escaped him before, startles him now to realize it-- makes it almost forgivable. Gregor wants to take him apart... but not to see him reduced. He wants to break him down so that he is sure his every component piece has his mark on it, his thumb print, claiming but also proving to Miles how much he loves him, that he can do it with such precise, directed care.
All of that echoes in response to what Miles shares, and finally Gregor answers, humbled, Then I'll try to learn to let that part out. Without panicking myself. It helps, to poke some fun at it, though he still feels twisted up a bit imagining himself actually doing it. For today, I just want to-- to feel you. I want to feel what it's like in your head when you come. When I'm the one who makes you come.
And he places another kiss on his hand, this one oddly chaste in counterpoint to his words, solicitous. Will you let me?]
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He can't deny that it'd be for Miles, not himself. Somehow that shade of it had escaped him before, startles him now to realize it-- makes it almost forgivable. Gregor wants to take him apart... but not to see him reduced. He wants to break him down so that he is sure his every component piece has his mark on it, his thumb print, claiming but also proving to Miles how much he loves him, that he can do it with such precise, directed care.
All of that echoes in response to what Miles shares, and finally Gregor answers, humbled, Then I'll try to learn to let that part out. Without panicking myself. It helps, to poke some fun at it, though he still feels twisted up a bit imagining himself actually doing it. For today, I just want to-- to feel you. I want to feel what it's like in your head when you come. When I'm the one who makes you come.
And he places another kiss on his hand, this one oddly chaste in counterpoint to his words, solicitous. Will you let me?]