[ Oh. That mental image is so delicious that Miles is struck with the desire to get out of bed just to try it. Passing Gregor in the kitchen only to be pulled in for a casual bit of affection ... Yes, please, he thinks, a bit overwhelmed by the prospect of such domestically romantic gestures. It pleases him even more than Gregor having his shirt off (though that is a close second to be sure.) He leans up to kiss him back lightly now, a laugh teasing at his lips. You have such a way of disarming me. You cut straight through my issues ... ]
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