[ This is always a minefield topic for Miles, but right now Gregor steps into it confidently, eyes closing to enjoy the tactile sensation of Miles's fingers exploring the canvas of his skin. He's pale and lean and lightly muscled, something Gregor had never before given much thought to.
But then it wouldn't be remarkable when you are, or nearly so distracting, he points out. Like an opportunity I shouldn't be wasting. Or when I'm sitting down and you're walking by, sometimes I want to just... reel you in.
A mental image of snagging Miles by the wrist and then tugging him over, pulling him in to stand between his legs so Gregor can kiss him, sometimes leisurely, sometimes passionately. ]
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But then it wouldn't be remarkable when you are, or nearly so distracting, he points out. Like an opportunity I shouldn't be wasting. Or when I'm sitting down and you're walking by, sometimes I want to just... reel you in.
A mental image of snagging Miles by the wrist and then tugging him over, pulling him in to stand between his legs so Gregor can kiss him, sometimes leisurely, sometimes passionately. ]