[What follows is anything but rushed. The only real hiccough was the moment of quiet anguish and reflected pain at the new scars, new lines from the last time they'd seen Miles (the far less interesting circumstance of kitting up in space armor for a mission). After that, they took their time warming Miles up. Lips, fingers and the occasional graze of teeth found every inch, as if trying to memorize him by touch.
It was only when Miles became emboldened by frustration, eagerness, or both, that a fair portion the cycle passed in pleasurable experiment.
Promises and vast enthusiasm aside, there's a limit to what the body of even an athletic herm can sustain. (Or a recovering Barrayaran.) It's still quite some hours later that they lay next to Miles, that pleasant, warm wrung out they hadn't had in years on years. A certain catlike drowsiness takes their tone,]
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It was only when Miles became emboldened by frustration, eagerness, or both, that a fair portion the cycle passed in pleasurable experiment.
Promises and vast enthusiasm aside, there's a limit to what the body of even an athletic herm can sustain. (Or a recovering Barrayaran.) It's still quite some hours later that they lay next to Miles, that pleasant, warm wrung out they hadn't had in years on years. A certain catlike drowsiness takes their tone,]
That's ... was a good start...