“Are you sure, Miles?” Phoenix breathed, as they came up for air between kisses. “I mean, we don’t have to …”
Miles silenced him with a finger on his lips. “I’m sure. Neither of us are children, Phoenix … or virgins, for that matter.”
“Speak for yourself!” Phoenix looked suitably scandalised for precisely five seconds before his demeanour cracked
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VK abusing Miles sexually is definitely NOT how I see their relationship. If it makes you feel any better, in my head-canon, Miles' first sexual experience was when he was 15. It was on a late winter night in the garden of a fraternity house in Hanover and is an altogether more happy memory (even if it was all somewhat amateur and still a bit shameful). Miles doesn't remember much about the other boy now, but I know that his name was Lukas and he was 19, tall, blond, very beautiful and with a long, still-pink scar on his left temple.
Apart from the sexual elements and the fear of getting caught, Miles mostly remembers the chill in the air, the taste of schnapps, and the smell of surgical spirit and expensive cologne. Whenever he smells that cologne in passing even now he remembers that night ;)
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