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"Well, you're not alone."

It has been a long time since he kissed anyone. There's not been anyone since Iris, for a number of different reasons that he'd rather not think about. Not when he can think about the fact that Miles kissed him and it felt so right.

He absentmindedly rubs his thumbs over Miles's cheekbones, and leans in to rub their noses together.

"Now I feel silly for not taking this step all these years."

Oh, right - they were separated in age, here, by quite a bit. Yet... Yet it still felt natural, being with him.

Miles met the brush of Phoenix's nose, his smile still both present and shy as he said, "Knowing me, I doubt I gave you the chance." And it was just a continuation, resting their foreheads together. It fit just right. A breath, a sigh, and he admitted, "I've missed waking up with you, though." Because if he could be brave enough to kiss Phoenix, he could be brave enough to tell him that, too.

Knowing him? Honestly, Phoenix isn't sure how exactly you give someone the chance to kiss you. With all the time they've spent together, he's sure he's had plenty of opportunity to just take a chance, if he'd thought of it, or if he'd dared. Truth be told, he's not completely sure what's been holding him back.

Maybe it just took playing house for them both to really figure it out.

"Good thing we can remedy that."

There's no reason to hesitate. And no reason to wait. They've just spent a month living together, so why not keep going?

"Really?" Truly - was it that easy? Just like that, he was going to get to--

He consciously stopped his own questioning. It was the definition of looking a gift horse in the mouth. Just like that. Just like that, he and Phoenix were going to be...

His arm tightened around Phoenix's back and his hand slid further, fingers parting their way into his hair to take advantage of their closeness. Now that he had the option, he was kissing Phoenix again. And likely a few more times before he'd decide he was finished.

The surprise is surprising to Phoenix because-- Obviously. Obviously, they can remedy that. And why wouldn't they? He laughs as Miles leans in, and the sound gets partly muffled into the kiss. And he follows Miles's example, burying both hands in his hair with a happy noise in the back of his throat.

Move in with Phoenix. A logical following to kissing him, really. Just... not one he'd expected. Not really. Especially not as an outcome of the talk he'd intended they have. But he couldn't recall ever wanting to kiss anyone the way he wanted to kiss Phoenix, including having ideas of ending up horizontal. It brought him to smile against Phoenix's lips, catching his breath, and though the thought of transferring his belongings was there, well, one word could encompass his thoughts on that:

"Later."

He was going to chase this happiness first, for as long as he could.

"Okay," he says with laughter in his voice, and leans in again as he moves his arms to wrap around Miles's shoulders.

They can just kiss for a while then. He's more than happy to do that.

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