[ One day Gregor is going to spend a truly luxurious amount of time just running his hands over every part of him, suffusing every touch with acceptance and admiration, aided by massage oil and some guesses at technique from watching videos. His own direct attempt to be a panacea to Miles's body image issues. That day is not today, but that response to just taking off his leg braces reminds him of how often he's felt that urge. He decides not to float it to Miles, both to keep it a surprise and because he thinks the suggestion alone might overwhelm him right now.
Gregor shoots him a smirk -- not a commonly seen expression on his face -- and consciously puts aside teasing him too much, though that's another fantasy he's going to look forward to fulfilling. This one he does share with Miles. It still sends a thrill through him every time he realizes he can plan on it now. ]
Have you had this done before? [ he asks curiously, because really, he doesn't know. He's only twenty. Gregor's hands creep up his thighs to his waistband, unerringly find the button on his pants, and ease it open. His own anticipation is shifting inside him eagerly as he moves to the zipper, sliding it down... ]
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Gregor shoots him a smirk -- not a commonly seen expression on his face -- and consciously puts aside teasing him too much, though that's another fantasy he's going to look forward to fulfilling. This one he does share with Miles. It still sends a thrill through him every time he realizes he can plan on it now. ]
Have you had this done before? [ he asks curiously, because really, he doesn't know. He's only twenty. Gregor's hands creep up his thighs to his waistband, unerringly find the button on his pants, and ease it open. His own anticipation is shifting inside him eagerly as he moves to the zipper, sliding it down... ]