[ It's gentle, is the thing. Slow. Ephemera's breath hitches at the touch but he doesn't jerk away, doesn't flinch. He closes his good eye and just breathes, still holding onto Drake's hand. Feeling his heart rate jump.
It's different from before, in the arena. Not quite so calm. But there's quiet, and that -
That matters.
Ephemera makes a small sound as Drake kisses him. It's gentle. He knew it would be. And for a moment he just lingers there, his good eye still closed. Getting used to it. Remembering what it felt like.
Then he shifts a little and presses into it. Not hard. But he kisses Drake back, shifting one hand to cup the back of Drake's neck. Shield the place where the implant would be, if they'd grown up in the same world. ]
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It's different from before, in the arena. Not quite so calm. But there's quiet, and that -
That matters.
Ephemera makes a small sound as Drake kisses him. It's gentle. He knew it would be. And for a moment he just lingers there, his good eye still closed. Getting used to it. Remembering what it felt like.
Then he shifts a little and presses into it. Not hard. But he kisses Drake back, shifting one hand to cup the back of Drake's neck. Shield the place where the implant would be, if they'd grown up in the same world. ]