[ Gregor usually does not like flattery. It drives him up a wall, even sincerely meant a lot of the time, because all he can hear is the echo of another hundred false words that sounded so similar.
But he's never had someone he outright loved flatter him before, and it tears down every resistance, leaves him bare. Gregor ducks his head, flustered and pleased and burning with the skin-prickling sensation of being seen, in every way. Normally he hates that, too, even more intensely, but-- again, he's never had someone he was willing to be this vulnerable around.
And he is vulnerable, intensely so. It's not about taking his shirt off. It's about how long he's wanted someone to really know him and then say that they liked what they saw, someone whose opinion he respects. Gregor actually flushes a light dusting of pink as he drags his eyes back up to Miles again.
No less than you. Every time you sit on the counter, you're at the perfect height for kissing. I can't stop noticing. ]
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But he's never had someone he outright loved flatter him before, and it tears down every resistance, leaves him bare. Gregor ducks his head, flustered and pleased and burning with the skin-prickling sensation of being seen, in every way. Normally he hates that, too, even more intensely, but-- again, he's never had someone he was willing to be this vulnerable around.
And he is vulnerable, intensely so. It's not about taking his shirt off. It's about how long he's wanted someone to really know him and then say that they liked what they saw, someone whose opinion he respects. Gregor actually flushes a light dusting of pink as he drags his eyes back up to Miles again.
No less than you. Every time you sit on the counter, you're at the perfect height for kissing. I can't stop noticing. ]