[ There's a moment where the position gives him pause, but Ephemera breathes though it and it's okay. He settles, focusing on the way it feels to have Drake's hands against him. Pressing against his back. And after a moment, Drake's weight over him feels more like a comfort than a half-remembered threat.
It's been a long time since he's let anyone touch him like this. Ephemera knows he's tense - he always is, these days - but it's one of those things he really only notices when it's gone. Like the pain in his joints, the way everything aches sharpest when it's cold or ten minutes after he first wakes up sleep. There's always a delay. Sometimes he wakes up and he doesn't hurt, but it always catches him afterward. Drake's hands are strong, but he's gentle about how he moves. Finding knots and spots of tension, and easing them away. And Ephemera melts. He feels warm, and -
Safe. And part of him wonders, idly, what it'd feel like to have Drake work him like this in a different context.
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It's been a long time since he's let anyone touch him like this. Ephemera knows he's tense - he always is, these days - but it's one of those things he really only notices when it's gone. Like the pain in his joints, the way everything aches sharpest when it's cold or ten minutes after he first wakes up sleep. There's always a delay. Sometimes he wakes up and he doesn't hurt, but it always catches him afterward. Drake's hands are strong, but he's gentle about how he moves. Finding knots and spots of tension, and easing them away. And Ephemera melts. He feels warm, and -
Safe. And part of him wonders, idly, what it'd feel like to have Drake work him like this in a different context.
He sighs. Keeps his good eye closed. ]
's good. You feel - good, like this.