[ Drake leans in close, lingering for a moment, and then -
It's gentle, in the end. Maybe one day that'll stop surprising him. Maybe one day it'll stop feeling strange. Ephemera barely moves, afraid to ruin it. But Drake presses his mouth to Ephemera's and it's just -
It's good, he thinks, and makes a small sound. It doesn't hurt at all. It never has, with Drake.
Ephemera shifts, cupping the back of Drake's neck, and kisses him back. Not hard, and not for long, but it matters.
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It's gentle, in the end. Maybe one day that'll stop surprising him. Maybe one day it'll stop feeling strange. Ephemera barely moves, afraid to ruin it. But Drake presses his mouth to Ephemera's and it's just -
It's good, he thinks, and makes a small sound. It doesn't hurt at all. It never has, with Drake.
Ephemera shifts, cupping the back of Drake's neck, and kisses him back. Not hard, and not for long, but it matters.
It matters. ]