[ Drake's stomach jumps at the touch, and he makes a small sound of pleasure against Ephemera's neck and leans into it. He wants more, of course he does. He wants to know what Ephemera will do with him, to him, for him. What he's ready for and what they still need to be careful about. He just... wants.
His own fingertips dig into the muscle of the other man's back -- gently, always gently -- and he desperately wants their shirts gone. Wants to trail his mouth down Ephemera's body, but knows they have to go slow and careful. So he kisses his throat again instead, teeth dragging slightly against soft, warm skin. ]
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His own fingertips dig into the muscle of the other man's back -- gently, always gently -- and he desperately wants their shirts gone. Wants to trail his mouth down Ephemera's body, but knows they have to go slow and careful. So he kisses his throat again instead, teeth dragging slightly against soft, warm skin. ]