I am junking up this beautiful community with this junk

[jacksonian]

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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[vorbarra]

[ 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. ]

[dendarii]

[ Good. A good reaction, all of it. He takes in another long look at Gregor's body - slides his hands lightly along Gregor's stomach - and leans back comfortably against the bed. Fingers still tracing the contours of his muscles...

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. ]

[vorbarra]

[ 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. ]

[dendarii]

[ 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 ... ]

[vorbarra]

[ It's overwhelming to Gregor to get to share these long-held guilty fantasies and realize they did not have to be guilty at all. He chases him as he pulls away for another kiss, the thought occurring to him that they can do both at once, with this mind link. He takes his time, fingers finding Miles's hair and threading through them again, holding him stead as he explores his mouth.

Because he can, now.

It's nice to feel. I like you disarmed. Knowing that I can do that... ]

[dendarii]

[ You always have, is Miles' response, daring to nip at Gregor's lips lightly. Masterful at maneuvering me... He lets that second thought take on a lewd tone, picturing some ways that Gregor could maneuver Miles in the future. Dragging into kisses is a thought. So is making out on the kitchen counter. Or on the couch. Or the floor ... Miles' mind greedily provides all kinds of possibilities. ]

[vorbarra]

[ Gregor has to break off the kiss to laugh against him, soft huffs of air. ] You want everything, don't you? [ But it's said so affectionately, with such delight.

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. ]

[dendarii]

[ That's a jolt of excitement straight to his lower half; he mentally upgrades the encounters with an equal amount of greedy lust as before. Yes, yes they could certainly manage it ... A little care for Miles' limbs and they could manage just about anything.

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. ]

[vorbarra]

[ He's used to feeling Miles's thoughts spin out in a million directions at once, but having all of those directions be about him is a whole new kind of heady pleasure.

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. ]

[dendarii]

[ Miles, too, feels the sting of unrequited love suddenly soothed; it's an especial joy with Elena still an open wound. His previous relationships still recent ... Now he has Gregor. Could have him forever, or at least as long as they are here. That's nearly the same thing.

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. ]