[ Ephemera's hips rock down against his hand and Drake curls his fingers again, maintaining eye contact as he does. It's intense even though he's not being touched -- the way Ephemera groans, the way he moves -- and he bites his lip for focus. He can feel his heart pounding, heat building between them. ]
Me too.
[ I love you, he thinks, shifting a little, his own hard on brushing against Ephemera's hip and making him shiver too. And he'd be happy with just this, honestly, but-- ]
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Me too.
[ I love you, he thinks, shifting a little, his own hard on brushing against Ephemera's hip and making him shiver too. And he'd be happy with just this, honestly, but-- ]
Don't come yet.