[ Hurting Ephemera is the last thing Drake would ever want to do. And he's said as much to others but it was never necessary with them. He let his actions speak with Ephemera, and it's a reward that the other man isn't afraid of him. That they can do this, now.
Ephemera rolls him onto his back and climbs on top and there's a thrill in that, his eyes sparkling with anticipation when Ephemera climbs on top of him. Compliments him, his voice rough from arousal and that's fucking hot. Drake grins, then reclaims his hands and squirms just enough to yank his shirt up, lifting his shoulders to pull it off and dropping back to the pillows. The fabric lands with a soft rustle off the side of the bed. ]
Better?
[ There's no pressure for Ephemera to follow suit, just an invitation to touch as he takes the other man's hand and presses it over his heart again. So he can feel the way it's pounding in his chest. ]
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Ephemera rolls him onto his back and climbs on top and there's a thrill in that, his eyes sparkling with anticipation when Ephemera climbs on top of him. Compliments him, his voice rough from arousal and that's fucking hot. Drake grins, then reclaims his hands and squirms just enough to yank his shirt up, lifting his shoulders to pull it off and dropping back to the pillows. The fabric lands with a soft rustle off the side of the bed. ]
Better?
[ There's no pressure for Ephemera to follow suit, just an invitation to touch as he takes the other man's hand and presses it over his heart again. So he can feel the way it's pounding in his chest. ]