[ Oh. Ephemera shivers again, tupping his head back as Drake runs his hand through Ephemera's hair. The shivery feeling twists through him. Warm, and welcome.
Fuck, he thinks, his good eye still closed. Fuck, I love you.
He swallows hard, then presses forward again. Wanting. ]
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Fuck, he thinks, his good eye still closed. Fuck, I love you.
He swallows hard, then presses forward again. Wanting. ]