[ Oh. It's a view he's seen plenty, but not like this. Not intimately like this, when there's a clear invitation for him to touch. Drake bites his lip, lifting both hands. One cups Ephemera's cheek, the other settles on his ribs just to get the other man used to being touched like this. It's okay. It's safe. And he's always thought Ephemera was gorgeous, scars and all. The marks of a survivor.
He slides his hand slowly around to Ephemera's front, touch trailing up to play across his chest. Breaking new ground. ]
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He slides his hand slowly around to Ephemera's front, touch trailing up to play across his chest. Breaking new ground. ]
You okay?