[ Oh, they're... okay. Drake's breathing hitches in anticipation as the other man's hand slides low on his stomach, his hips just barely rocking forward before he catches himself. Stay still. Don't be so eager. Unless that would help? In the end he bites his lip and steadies himself, leaning into the forehead touch instead.
Part of him is screaming to stop it happening this way again, that it should be mutual, but the rest knows that he can't push and that they need to do this. It'll be okay. ]
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Part of him is screaming to stop it happening this way again, that it should be mutual, but the rest knows that he can't push and that they need to do this. It'll be okay. ]