[ Drake lets him pull back, smiling gently. He can do slow. What matters is that Sharkface doesn't want to stop just yet. If they can get him past this he'll have a much easier time here, sure, but also... it feels important. That the other man is letting him do this. ]
Slow.
[ He stays just as he is, pressed close and protectively covering Sharkface's neck, but the hand on his back slides back down to the hem of his shirt. This time when his fingers slip underneath it's just barely, stroking his waist. Keeping away from the scars for now. He knows where they all are. ]
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Slow.
[ He stays just as he is, pressed close and protectively covering Sharkface's neck, but the hand on his back slides back down to the hem of his shirt. This time when his fingers slip underneath it's just barely, stroking his waist. Keeping away from the scars for now. He knows where they all are. ]