[ The little sounds Ephemera makes when they kiss are going to be the end of him, Drake thinks. The way the other man touches him, so carefully. And although there's no heat in his, no urgency, there's a lot of love. He keeps it soft and sweet for as long as Ephemera's kissing back, then lets it break just as gently. Stays close, eyes shining in the dim light from the streetlamps far below. ]
You should probably sleep on your side.
[ He'll let Ephemera pick the position, though -- however he's comfortable. ]
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You should probably sleep on your side.
[ He'll let Ephemera pick the position, though -- however he's comfortable. ]