[ Not since adulthood, and only rarely before then; it's not as though either of them had much access to traditional childish methods of rough-housing. He settles back just for a moment, tilting his head back to take Gregor in. Would he probably be enjoying this more if Gregor were a woman? Eh. Probably. But as he rakes his gaze along Gregor's stomach, up to his chest and lean, molded shoulders ... That's really not what's on his mind right now. Just Gregor, only Gregor, in sum totality. Gregor's right, after all - Miles has seen all of him, from the bottom of his soul up.
That doesn't make this trust between them any less amazing. He revels in it as much as he does in the sight of Gregor's body. Good god, you're attractive, he says, light but deeply appreciative. He could definitely get used to men. All of you. Mentally and physically. ]
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That doesn't make this trust between them any less amazing. He revels in it as much as he does in the sight of Gregor's body. Good god, you're attractive, he says, light but deeply appreciative. He could definitely get used to men. All of you. Mentally and physically. ]