[ They're doing... something. Drake knows how touch starved Sharkface is, and is hoping he can nudge things a little further without pushing for his sake. Not just his own. He leads the other man into his room just like the last time, drawing him in with the hand he's squeezing. That's promising. He smiles encouragingly as the gap between them closes and takes care to telegraph his movements.
His free hand comes up and settles on Sharkface's chest, light but there, and he leans in to touch their foreheads together. Just like before, so hopefully familiar. ]
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His free hand comes up and settles on Sharkface's chest, light but there, and he leans in to touch their foreheads together. Just like before, so hopefully familiar. ]
Just breathe.