[ It's alright -- he doesn't need to know exactly what he wants, it just felt worth asking. Drake gives a contented hum and leans up, catching Ephemera's mouth again. It's soft and playful, and he murmurs against the other man's lips. ]
You've got me. Just do what feels right.
[ His other hand, the one not on Ephemera's face, is stroking down his side. Telegraphing its journey to Ephemera's waistband, which he tugs at gently. He'd like to lose their pants, but are they there yet? ]
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You've got me. Just do what feels right.
[ His other hand, the one not on Ephemera's face, is stroking down his side. Telegraphing its journey to Ephemera's waistband, which he tugs at gently. He'd like to lose their pants, but are they there yet? ]