Mark Pierre Vorkosigan / "Peter Kane" (
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I am junking up this beautiful community with this junk
All the other starters are so beautiful but instead I'm coming in and ruining everything with this useless post with this sad sack
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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. ]
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You mean an actual normal height, he thinks back, teasing. If I'd been as tall as I was supposed to be, I'd be at the perfect height for kissing all the time. ]
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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. ]
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Because he can, now.
It's nice to feel. I like you disarmed. Knowing that I can do that... ]
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Now his voice drops. ] I'll do that any time, you know. It doesn't just have to be making out. As long as there's no chance of an audience... It was my pleasure. [ It's unbelievably thrilling to have someone he can say dirty things like this to with all sincerity, exposing that part of himself. ]
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God, now he's distracted despite having Gregor right here in front of him. Refocus, dammit. ]
Of course I do. Why shouldn't I want everything? It's the only way to have anything at all.
[ He means that in general, not Gregor specifically. Gregor is no consolation prize in the slightest. More like something he'd thought to be out of reach and mourned a bit in passing ... He leans up again to nip at the hollow of Gregor's neck. ]
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Gregor lets out a shuddering sigh at that nip, relaxing down into him almost bonelessly. The combination of what's going on mentally and physically, along with his sustained arousal, serves to make him freer with his words. ]
Because wanting something you can't have is hard, [ he murmurs. ] I never thought I'd have you. Not like this. [ A trace of wonder in his voice. ]
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He doesn't let up with his mouth. Instead he pulls Gregor closer and tighter, wanting as much skin contact as possible. You do now, he promises glady. You always had me. It's just a new layer. ]