[ Drake gasps as Ephemera rocks into him, holding on like everything will stop if he lets go. Easy, he reminds himself. Slow. ]
Mm... you always do.
[ But this is different and they both know it. This feels like something mutual, like something Ephemera's enjoying too rather than just bearing for his sake, or for quota. Drake arches into his touch, his breath trembling like his stomach beneath Ephemera's fingers. ]
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Mm... you always do.
[ But this is different and they both know it. This feels like something mutual, like something Ephemera's enjoying too rather than just bearing for his sake, or for quota. Drake arches into his touch, his breath trembling like his stomach beneath Ephemera's fingers. ]
What else do you want?