[ It's not their first kiss, not even the first time Ephemera's kissed him back, but it feels like a first kiss. Drake's breath hitches as Ephemera presses in again and he gives in to temptation to step closer, between the other man's legs where he's still sitting.
He doesn't pull Ephemera's hair but he holds on there, and to his hand, as the kiss deepens. They're in sync enough it almost feels like it happens on its own... Ephemera's lips part and Drake's tongue slips in, tangling with his. Slow and gentle, but not restrained. This is just what feels right -- what they both need right now. ]
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He doesn't pull Ephemera's hair but he holds on there, and to his hand, as the kiss deepens. They're in sync enough it almost feels like it happens on its own... Ephemera's lips part and Drake's tongue slips in, tangling with his. Slow and gentle, but not restrained. This is just what feels right -- what they both need right now. ]