[ This used to be easy. Not thoughtless - never thoughtless - but easy, and the knowledge that it isn't anymore settles sharp and cold in his chest. Before, when he was Ephemera, he could have made it easy. They could have laughed together. Made each other feel good. Sharkface twitches, his breath coming a little quicker. Because it does feel good, still. Not many things do these days.
Drake rests his hand on Sharkface's neck, steadying. And Sharkface does his best to breathe through it. To stay present, stay with this man.
Fuck, he thinks. Fuck. He ought to be doing something more. Making it good, or maybe just getting it over with. They have a quota now. There are stakes. Consequences.
But it feels good just to be held, for a moment.
Just a moment.
He breathes out slow and lifts his head just enough to press a kiss Drake's neck, right over his pulse point. ]
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Drake rests his hand on Sharkface's neck, steadying. And Sharkface does his best to breathe through it. To stay present, stay with this man.
Fuck, he thinks. Fuck. He ought to be doing something more. Making it good, or maybe just getting it over with. They have a quota now. There are stakes. Consequences.
But it feels good just to be held, for a moment.
Just a moment.
He breathes out slow and lifts his head just enough to press a kiss Drake's neck, right over his pulse point. ]