"It's okay," Gregor says, and rummages through the chest of drawers next to the bed, where his armsmen put the sealed box with certain necessary supplies. Unlike ImpSec, his armsmen won't open something that Gregor ordered them not to and then try to tell him it's for his own good. "I don't expect you to ever obey a direct order." And it's a good thing he married him, or he might've ended up having to try Miles for treason for that, one of these years.
Miles kicks him just to make a point and then says, not innocently, "there are ankle cuffs in there, too." Gregor scrambles to the end of the bed and leans out, his legs still pinning Miles in place, while he rummages through the box, looking for them.
"Box that says, night two," Miles adds helpfully, and then Gregor finds it and shakes it out and ignores the note that slips off of it, which he'll look at later, if he remembers, and then he attaches the matching cuffs to Miles's already-crossed ankles and sets them up and then adjusts the anchor range and grav settings until they're both happy with the way this positions Miles, open and splayed and ready for Gregor to just take him, and Gregor does, and Miles is breathless and open beneath him, his head dipped back, and Gregor remembers everything he'd said earlier on the wedding circle, in front of Miles's parents and the planet before him, and yes, he thinks, this is it exactly, all of his promises made action, all his desires before him, his for the claiming, and him for Miles to claim, both of them together, and Miles is telling him that it's good, and keep going, and like that, Gregor, just like that, and this is the best partnership he could ever have dreamed of, that night when Miles took him by the hand and said, we should do this, we should take this risk, let's scandalize the planet and make ourselves happy, and yes, this is it exactly, and this is his world, and Miles is laughing at him, I should've, ung, should've known, and he's beeping himself out of the cuffs so he can wrap his arms around Gregor and he's holding on tight and Gregor kisses him breathless and Miles nips at his lips as they part and he says:
"Admit it. I always have the best ideas."
And Gregor has to push him back down again to explore his body, and he says, later, "you do, you really do."
This made me laugh: Miles is frowning at the box and poking it like it's an unexploded grenade. As did this: fuck Miles like every Betan porno about Barrayar thinks the Emperor's relationships with the sons of his Counts go Because I just picture a Betan porno director saying, order them around! Make them march up and down some more! Hey, those uniforms are meant to be tear-away! Damn, those weapons really are phallic, aren't they!
And that run-on paragraph near the ending is perfect, PERFECT, just exactly why I love this pairing so.
Because I just picture a Betan porno director saying, order them around! Make them march up and down some more! Hey, those uniforms are meant to be tear-away! Damn, those weapons really are phallic, aren't they!
*snickers* oh, god, I want to see this. I bet the barrayaran genre porn industry on Beta is *immense* and hilarious.
Back for a re-read, adn once again, I laughed out loud at fuck Miles like every Betan porno about Barrayar thinks the Emperor's relationships with the sons of his Counts go
"It's okay," Gregor says, and rummages through the chest of drawers next to the bed, where his armsmen put the sealed box with certain necessary supplies. Unlike ImpSec, his armsmen won't open something that Gregor ordered them not to and then try to tell him it's for his own good. "I don't expect you to ever obey a direct order." And it's a good thing he married him, or he might've ended up having to try Miles for treason for that, one of these years.
Miles kicks him just to make a point and then says, not innocently, "there are ankle cuffs in there, too." Gregor scrambles to the end of the bed and leans out, his legs still pinning Miles in place, while he rummages through the box, looking for them.
"Box that says, night two," Miles adds helpfully, and then Gregor finds it and shakes it out and ignores the note that slips off of it, which he'll look at later, if he remembers, and then he attaches the matching cuffs to Miles's already-crossed ankles and sets them up and then adjusts the anchor range and grav settings until they're both happy with the way this positions Miles, open and splayed and ready for Gregor to just take him, and Gregor does, and Miles is breathless and open beneath him, his head dipped back, and Gregor remembers everything he'd said earlier on the wedding circle, in front of Miles's parents and the planet before him, and yes, he thinks, this is it exactly, all of his promises made action, all his desires before him, his for the claiming, and him for Miles to claim, both of them together, and Miles is telling him that it's good, and keep going, and like that, Gregor, just like that, and this is the best partnership he could ever have dreamed of, that night when Miles took him by the hand and said, we should do this, we should take this risk, let's scandalize the planet and make ourselves happy, and yes, this is it exactly, and this is his world, and Miles is laughing at him, I should've, ung, should've known, and he's beeping himself out of the cuffs so he can wrap his arms around Gregor and he's holding on tight and Gregor kisses him breathless and Miles nips at his lips as they part and he says:
"Admit it. I always have the best ideas."
And Gregor has to push him back down again to explore his body, and he says, later, "you do, you really do."
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This made me laugh: Miles is frowning at the box and poking it like it's an unexploded grenade.
As did this: fuck Miles like every Betan porno about Barrayar thinks the Emperor's relationships with the sons of his Counts go
Because I just picture a Betan porno director saying, order them around! Make them march up and down some more! Hey, those uniforms are meant to be tear-away! Damn, those weapons really are phallic, aren't they!
And that run-on paragraph near the ending is perfect, PERFECT, just exactly why I love this pairing so.
*hugs* Thank you!
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*snickers* oh, god, I want to see this. I bet the barrayaran genre porn industry on Beta is *immense* and hilarious.
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This is marvelous. I've never actively thought of shipping Gregor/Miles (or Miles/Gregor) but now you've burned it in my brain.
I love that run-on sentence too--beautiful!
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