[Safe for Gregor, and safe for Miles, who he hasn't forgotten is finding out some new things about his sexuality here. Gregor meanwhile has had several months to come to terms with it, and from before that, really, he'd always had the strong suspicion he wasn't interested in women exclusively. But he knew he'd have to get married eventually, and anyway, he wasn't going to chance starting any rumors that could link him to his father. No, he'd put that whole thread aside.
They're both catching up to each other in different ways, so best not to dive in too quickly. Which does not in any way mean he is less excited for it. He smiles helplessly back at that wicked grin, and accepts that invitation, easing his way into his mind with care and curiosity. Gregor doesn't spend that much time directly in here, given that Miles is always bursting in and is welcome to do it, but now he settles himself in comfortably. The instant, profound feeling of safety is enough to take his breath away.
It shocks him how much more urgency he feels, once sure he's safe, his desire going from a steady undercurrent to a river. He's never experienced that before; his skin prickles with the insistent urge to touch, and with this newfound confidence, he slides gracefully off the bed and down to the floor, sinking to his knees between Miles's. Gregor rests his hands on top of them, eyes meeting his.]
May I? [he asks quietly, out loud, for the verbal confirmation. There's no question what he's asking-- and God but how he wants to, wants it like this, even, with him on his knees and Miles understanding every connotation of how much he's thumbing his nose at all the restraint he usually keeps himself under.]
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They're both catching up to each other in different ways, so best not to dive in too quickly. Which does not in any way mean he is less excited for it. He smiles helplessly back at that wicked grin, and accepts that invitation, easing his way into his mind with care and curiosity. Gregor doesn't spend that much time directly in here, given that Miles is always bursting in and is welcome to do it, but now he settles himself in comfortably. The instant, profound feeling of safety is enough to take his breath away.
It shocks him how much more urgency he feels, once sure he's safe, his desire going from a steady undercurrent to a river. He's never experienced that before; his skin prickles with the insistent urge to touch, and with this newfound confidence, he slides gracefully off the bed and down to the floor, sinking to his knees between Miles's. Gregor rests his hands on top of them, eyes meeting his.]
May I? [he asks quietly, out loud, for the verbal confirmation. There's no question what he's asking-- and God but how he wants to, wants it like this, even, with him on his knees and Miles understanding every connotation of how much he's thumbing his nose at all the restraint he usually keeps himself under.]