[ Sharkface shivers a little. Okay always felt like a relative thing. Are you functional? Can you fight? And he could fight if he had to. He'll always fight.
[ Drake hums his understanding, fingertips skimming gently down Sharkface's sternum as he speaks again. ]
I know. But in a good way maybe?
[ He can feel the other man against him, half-hard and shivering. Struggling to cope with it but still not pulling back. There has to be something to that, right? ]
...I get it. But it can be again. If you give yourself time.
[ It hadn't been easy at first the last time around, either, when they'd had months to get used to being around each other beforehand. Of course this is going to be rough. ]
If you want me to stop, I'll stop. But you're doing great.
[ That sits with him for a moment. Settles under his skin. A kindness, perhaps. Sharkface draws back just enough to meet Drake's gaze, watching him carefully. ]
Can we just...
[ He swallows. ]
Can I make you come, and then we can just...be, for a little while?
[ Drake nods at that, genuinely (surprisingly even to himself) not disappointed -- they made progress. ]
Yeah. Hang on.
[ He reclaims his hand from under Sharkface's shirt, smoothing it back down for him before sitting up and pulling his shirt over his head. He doesn't really want to stain it. It's dropped to the floor beside the bed and then he's settling back down, scooting in enough to press his forehead to Sharkface's again, nuzzling gently. ]
Go for it.
[ He's only half-hard at this point but it won't take much to get him going again. Especially if they start kissing again. ]
[ Sharkface closes his good eye, pressing his forehead to Drake's. Even now, there's a part of him that just wants the closeness. To press close to Drake and let the rest go. But there's still the quota hanging over both of them. This way, they have some safety. Some breathing room. Okay.
Okay.
He kisses Drake, a little softer than before, and slides his free hand down between them. He follows the liens of Drake's stomach for a moment before shifting to grip him again. Work him. ]
[ Drake shudders at the first touch, even before Sharkface's hand is wrapped around him, and kisses back just as gently. Not trying to work him up this time, just wanting the intimacy of it. He sets his hand back on the other man's waist to have something to hold on to and rocks his hips, kind of just wanting it over with now himself. Both the release and so it's not hanging over them, so they can just cuddle. It does feel good, though. ]
[ Sharkface breathes out slow, listening to Drake as they kiss. They're close enough now that he can feel everything. The small changes. The way that Drake shudders even before Sharkface puts it to a rhythm. And he wonders if maybe one day they couldn't move together, really move together.
Maybe. Wouldn't that be something?
He leans in and kisses Drake again. A little deeper this time, a little longer, and he lets it linger. ]
[ Drake moans into the deeper kiss, his fingers curling against Sharkface's side as the other man picks up the pace. It might not be everything he wants for them, but it still feels fantastic. And the way that Sharkface kisses is familiar, enough that Drake can imagine the times he had with Ephemera, the times it was mutual. Easy. He believes they'll get there but thinking about it helps now. ]
[ Breathe out, Sharkface reminds. And don't get lost. It was harder earlier. Fraught. It feels less so now. They've had some time, some practice, and Drake feels good like this. The way he sounds, how he moves when Sharkface touches him. ]
[ That gets a soft, breathless laugh -- it's not exactly like he was holding back, but Sharkface is right. He's close, shifting restlessly in the other man's grip, meeting each stroke as the pressure builds. A few more strokes and he does come with a shuddering moan, pressing in close.
It takes him a moment to remember to breathe again, but his higher brain function returns slowly. He can feel the mess between them, and personally doesn't mind it but lazily rolls onto his back to grab some tissues from the nightstand. ]
[ There's something deeply, immensely satisfying about making another person come. Sharkface takes a slow, shaky breath, and tries to commit that sound Drake made to memory. Fucking hell.
[ Drake grins at him, wiping off his stomach and passing the other man a few fresh tissues for his hand. He's guessing they're not getting up right away, and so tucks himself back into his pants and rolls to face Sharkface again. He feels loose and relaxed, perfect for cuddling. ]
You're staying, right?
[ He'd said they could just 'be' but not for how long. ]
[ Drake's grin broadens at that, lighting his eyes. He drapes an arm over Sharkface, leaning in to kiss him on the cheek and then dropping his head back to the pillow. ]
[ He catches the smile, which is cute enough it makes him want to kiss the other man properly again, but he behaves. Smiles back and bends up the arm trapped between them to stroke his fingertips over the curve of it on Sharkface's unscarred side fondly. ]
[ Drake glances over Sharkface's shoulder to the clock on that nightstand -- it's actually getting kind of late. He hums, then leans in for another peck and forces himself to get up so they can change. ]
Better grab sleep stuff before we get too comfortable. You want sleeves?
[ Sharkface blinks, surprised. But then he remembers that Drake knew that other version of him. Knows those details. ]
Yeah. Thank you.
[ He prefers sleeping in long sleeves, when he's got the chance. He gets cold. And it occurs to Sharkface then that this will be the first time he's slept in an actual bed in many years. He's been given one in the room he shares back in the Down, but he sleeps on the floor. It feels safer that way. Smarter. And he wonders if he'll be able to manage it here.
[ There's a little rummaging, then Drake's coming back with clothes for them both. He usually sleeps in very little but for Sharkface's sake he'll put on a tank and pants. The outfit he tosses over has a long sleeved shirt, though, soft enough to sleep in.
He fully expects Sharkface to retreat to the bathroom to change, but doesn't bother for himself -- his dick was just in the other man's hand and he's still shirtless, he figures it's no big deal to switch pants in front of him. ]
[ Shark stands up slowly, accepting the clothes. They're clean. Soft. A comfort, he thinks. In prison he'd go around shirtless because at least his tattoos and his scars could serve as armor. It gave him distance. Here, he doesn't need to pull that trick.
He watches Drake for a moment, then strips off his shirt and begins changing. Why not? It's not like any of this is a surprise. He has trouble with touch, still, but bodies are bodies. ]
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Not here, though. Not now.
Fuck. He presses against Drake, breathing out. ]
It's. A lot.
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I know. But in a good way maybe?
[ He can feel the other man against him, half-hard and shivering. Struggling to cope with it but still not pulling back. There has to be something to that, right? ]
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Some of it.
[ More than he expected. ]
I don't know. Yes. No.
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[ Drake's voice is soft, gentle. ]
What parts are good, what's bad?
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This used to be easy. And now it's not.
Sharkface twitches. He shifts to run his hand down Drake's back, slow and steady. ]
You feel good.
[ This part, being close to him. That feels good. ]
But it -
It used to be easy.
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[ It hadn't been easy at first the last time around, either, when they'd had months to get used to being around each other beforehand. Of course this is going to be rough. ]
If you want me to stop, I'll stop. But you're doing great.
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Can we just...
[ He swallows. ]
Can I make you come, and then we can just...be, for a little while?
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Yeah. Hang on.
[ He reclaims his hand from under Sharkface's shirt, smoothing it back down for him before sitting up and pulling his shirt over his head. He doesn't really want to stain it. It's dropped to the floor beside the bed and then he's settling back down, scooting in enough to press his forehead to Sharkface's again, nuzzling gently. ]
Go for it.
[ He's only half-hard at this point but it won't take much to get him going again. Especially if they start kissing again. ]
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Okay.
He kisses Drake, a little softer than before, and slides his free hand down between them. He follows the liens of Drake's stomach for a moment before shifting to grip him again. Work him. ]
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Maybe. Wouldn't that be something?
He leans in and kisses Drake again. A little deeper this time, a little longer, and he lets it linger. ]
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Fuck.
[ His voice comes out softer than before. ]
You - you can. You can let go.
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It takes him a moment to remember to breathe again, but his higher brain function returns slowly. He can feel the mess between them, and personally doesn't mind it but lazily rolls onto his back to grab some tissues from the nightstand. ]
You're good at that.
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His hand's sticky. He really doesn't care.
Sharkface huffs a little. ]
Still got it.
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You're staying, right?
[ He'd said they could just 'be' but not for how long. ]
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Yeah.
[ It's said softly. He thinks -
He thinks that would be okay. For a little while. ]
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Thank you. I can loan you something to sleep in.
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Okay.
[ This part, at least, doesn't have to be complicated. They can just - be, together. Share space. Hold each other. ]
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Maybe we'll both sleep a little easier.
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That'd be nice.
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Better grab sleep stuff before we get too comfortable. You want sleeves?
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Yeah. Thank you.
[ He prefers sleeping in long sleeves, when he's got the chance. He gets cold. And it occurs to Sharkface then that this will be the first time he's slept in an actual bed in many years. He's been given one in the room he shares back in the Down, but he sleeps on the floor. It feels safer that way. Smarter. And he wonders if he'll be able to manage it here.
Maybe. He could try, couldn't he? ]
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[ There's a little rummaging, then Drake's coming back with clothes for them both. He usually sleeps in very little but for Sharkface's sake he'll put on a tank and pants. The outfit he tosses over has a long sleeved shirt, though, soft enough to sleep in.
He fully expects Sharkface to retreat to the bathroom to change, but doesn't bother for himself -- his dick was just in the other man's hand and he's still shirtless, he figures it's no big deal to switch pants in front of him. ]
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He watches Drake for a moment, then strips off his shirt and begins changing. Why not? It's not like any of this is a surprise. He has trouble with touch, still, but bodies are bodies. ]
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