When Duv had been asked by his chair to attend an Imperial function on behalf of their department, he had not expected it to spiral the way it had. What had started as a simple discussion of Komarran politics and affairs had landed him where he is now, a permanent place in the Imperial Residence alongside the Emperor of Barrayar.
It may not be how Duv imagined his life going, but now that he's here, he couldn't imagine it heading any other direction. The how had become so unimportant in light of the outcome.
Their time alone together never seems long enough though with Duv's own work, he understands the complexities and drains Gregor faces every day. It means when they finally have privacy, Duv is careful not to place any demands on him and unless asked directly, he keeps work firmly out of the bedroom instead preferring to focus on the intense man that only Duv gets to see this way. Every moment is cherished and feels almost stolen from the rest of the Empire that tugs at the other man in every direction it can.
The force of the movement alone causes Duv to tense though not out of displeasure. Confusion mars his face as he glances from over his shoulder at Gregor. The man's movements, usually so well-thought out and controlled were suddenly... not. It's not the first time it's happened, a trend Duv has been noticing over time, and his attention is diverted fully from their previous activity to Gregor. Nothing had been inherently wrong in the action if unexpected, but his partner's need to immediately apologize and always correct himself has been telling.
It's happened enough that it feels more than a simple misstep or whim within a moment of passion. Nothing the younger man does is without thought, it's all a matter of whether or not he feels comfortable sharing what's behind the action.
"Is everything all right?" he asks calmly and reaches for one of Gregor's hands.
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It may not be how Duv imagined his life going, but now that he's here, he couldn't imagine it heading any other direction. The how had become so unimportant in light of the outcome.
Their time alone together never seems long enough though with Duv's own work, he understands the complexities and drains Gregor faces every day. It means when they finally have privacy, Duv is careful not to place any demands on him and unless asked directly, he keeps work firmly out of the bedroom instead preferring to focus on the intense man that only Duv gets to see this way. Every moment is cherished and feels almost stolen from the rest of the Empire that tugs at the other man in every direction it can.
The force of the movement alone causes Duv to tense though not out of displeasure. Confusion mars his face as he glances from over his shoulder at Gregor. The man's movements, usually so well-thought out and controlled were suddenly... not. It's not the first time it's happened, a trend Duv has been noticing over time, and his attention is diverted fully from their previous activity to Gregor. Nothing had been inherently wrong in the action if unexpected, but his partner's need to immediately apologize and always correct himself has been telling.
It's happened enough that it feels more than a simple misstep or whim within a moment of passion. Nothing the younger man does is without thought, it's all a matter of whether or not he feels comfortable sharing what's behind the action.
"Is everything all right?" he asks calmly and reaches for one of Gregor's hands.