[ Oh. Ephemera swallows hard, his breath catching again. He's hard. He didn't -
He didn't expect that. But Drake feels good, and the way his voice sounds keeps echoing through. Like an electric charge. ]
You.
[ He hesitates a moment, then shifts to press his hand against Drake's chest. Feeling his heartbeat against his palm and then sliding lower, over his stomach. ]
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He didn't expect that. But Drake feels good, and the way his voice sounds keeps echoing through. Like an electric charge. ]
You.
[ He hesitates a moment, then shifts to press his hand against Drake's chest. Feeling his heartbeat against his palm and then sliding lower, over his stomach. ]