[ Hurting Ephemera is the last thing Drake would ever want to do. And he's said as much to others but it was never necessary with them. He let his actions speak with Ephemera, and it's a reward that the other man isn't afraid of him. That they can do this, now.
Ephemera rolls him onto his back and climbs on top and there's a thrill in that, his eyes sparkling with anticipation when Ephemera climbs on top of him. Compliments him, his voice rough from arousal and that's fucking hot. Drake grins, then reclaims his hands and squirms just enough to yank his shirt up, lifting his shoulders to pull it off and dropping back to the pillows. The fabric lands with a soft rustle off the side of the bed. ]
Better?
[ There's no pressure for Ephemera to follow suit, just an invitation to touch as he takes the other man's hand and presses it over his heart again. So he can feel the way it's pounding in his chest. ]
[ Drake smiles up at him and Ephemera shivers again, leaning in so he can feel it properly. Drake's heart is pounding.
So is his, Ephemera thinks, and swallows hard. Shit. He stays there for a moment, just breathing and feeling the press of Drake's heartbeat against his palm, and then he shakes himself. And shrugs his own shirt off, pulling it over his head and letting it fall. ]
[ 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. ]
[ Ephemera closes his good eye, leaning into the touch. He breathes out slow. It's okay, he thinks. And if he shivers when Drake trails his other hand across Ephemera's chest, he thinks maybe that's okay too.
[ He keeps his hand moving, a caress just firm enough not to tickle. Not following the path of tattoos or scars, but his muscles. Dragging his fingertips down Ephemera's abs and then back up, slow and thorough. Just getting him used to being touched again. He waits until Ephemera's breathing has evened out a bit, only then daring to brush his thumb over a nipple experimentally. ]
[ Most people trace out his tattoos when they touch him, or his scars. Somehow, this feels - easier. Ephemera shivers again, breathing out through his mouth. Letting it settle. Letting himself get used to the sensation. He sighs when Drake touches his chest. Lightly, carefully, but -
It feels good. Not so fraught, this time.
Ephemera cracks his good eye, peering down at Drake. Then he leans in and kisses him. Thoroughly. ]
[ Drake did that intentionally -- not calling attention to the marks on his skin, just touching him. Taking a note from the massage from earlier and following the lines of his body, just wanting to make him feel good. It seems to be working, he thinks, Ephemera shivering and sighing above him but not pulling back.
He's about to check in again when Ephemera opens his eyes, but before he can he's being kissed. Deep and thorough, and it's all Drake can do to kiss back. And keep touching. The hand trapped between them on Ephemera's chest gets a little bolder, rolling that nipple between his fingertips until it peaks and then sliding away, not wanting it to be too much. His other hand winds up low on Ephemera's back, holding him close. Skin to skin, and he can't help squirming a little. Arching up as their tongues tangle and there's more of the other man's weight on him.
It's important, he thinks, that Ephemera stays in control here. But fuck. He wants to roll them over and just worship him for awhile, show him how good it can be. Patience, Drake reminds himself. No matter how the kissing is getting him hot and bothered, they can take it slow. ]
[ It hasn’t been like this for a long time. Ephemera’s made quota every month, even with the moments where it got tense and down to the wire. But that was necessity more often than not, something that left him anxious and tense throughout. More than once, he just felt -
Lost.
It doesn’t feel like that now. It’s good, his breath coming quicker as Drake kisses him back. Touches him. And maybe for the first time, Ephemera doesn’t have the urge to hide his face in Drake’s shoulder. He’s hard. Wanting.
So is Drake. Fuck.
Ephemera draws back so he can press their foreheads together, rocking down against Drake with a low sigh. It feels good. It doesn’t always, with other people. But this - ?
This is good. He drags his hand down Drake’s chest. Feeling it out, following the lines of muscle. Like Drake did for him. ]
[ 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. ]
[ He rests his hands on Drake's stomach, smoothing circles with his thumbs. Wanting to feel this, all of it. Memorize it. ]
Make you come.
[ There's a part of him that wants to fuck Drake right here, right now. On this bed they've shared so many times. It'd feel good, he thinks. All of this has. But maybe that's too much right now, he isn't sure. This, though?
[ Drake smiles at that, reaching up to mold his hand to Ephemera's jaw, thumb stroking his cheek. There's no censure in his voice, as this certainly isn't an objection -- he's on board with that -- it's just not exactly what he was asking. ]
I meant for you, babe.
[ There's a question in his eyes as well. Is this still okay? ]
[ 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? ]
[ Ephemera presses into the kiss, his good eye sliding closed. For a moment, he just lets himself feel. Lets himself shiver as Drake's hand presses down his side. Tugs at his waistband.
For a moment, he just holds there. Breathing out slow.
[ Okay. They're there, apparently. Drake slides his fingertips in, across Ephemera's stomach. ]
Stay up here with me.
[ He's gonna do this as slow as everything else. One-handed he unfastens the other man's pants and slides the zipper down, then does his own, sighing as the pressure eases. No move to pull them down just yet, but he traces the shape of Ephemera's erection through his underwear -- more a caress than a proper stroke, just getting him used to the idea. ]
[ This used to be easy once. Just a thing he did with people. He liked it, figuring out how to move with them. What made a partner smile, what made them feel good. Not quite a game, but something light-hearted. Something they could do together. And he and Drake are doing this together.
Ephemera shivers, his breath hitching. Rocking into the touch. It's light. He thinks that helps. ]
[ Drake hesitates. He's not picky. All he wants is something mutual, and he doesn't want to go too big and make Ephemera skittish of this. Or too small, and make it seem like he doesn't think the other man can handle something more.
But then Ephemera opens his eyes and asks Drake to tell him, so... ]
...I want you to ride me. So I can see you, touch you.
[ He keeps up the gentle touches, quickly following up with, ]
[ Ephemera's breath catches. And there's no hiding the way he rocks as Drake says it. I want you to ride me. And suddenly he wants that, too. Wants to hold Drake and feel it, all of it.
[ Fuck is right, Drake thinks, that's hot. Then laughs at himself, and there's subdued delight in his voice when he replies, voice low and soft since he's already speaking right into Ephemera's ear. ]
[ Ephemera huffs a little, smiling. He missed this, he thinks. Being able to laugh during sex, even if it's just softly. How it feels to be held and not flinch. ]
Means I have to get off you. I'm not that flexible.
[ He breathes out, pressing his forehead to Drake's. ]
Okay.
[ And then he does, regretfully. Just long enough to loose his pants, and his underwear. ]
[ Drake takes the opportunity to shed the rest of his own clothes as well, kicking his pants over the edge of the bed carelessly. And then he's reaching for Ephemera again, though he doesn't encourage the other man to get back on top of him. Not yet. ]
[ Drake smiles at him, leaning into the touch and then in for another kiss, pressing Ephemera onto his back just as gently. One hand comes up and reaches into the nightstand, the objects inside rustling softly as he finds what he's looking for. ]
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Ephemera rolls him onto his back and climbs on top and there's a thrill in that, his eyes sparkling with anticipation when Ephemera climbs on top of him. Compliments him, his voice rough from arousal and that's fucking hot. Drake grins, then reclaims his hands and squirms just enough to yank his shirt up, lifting his shoulders to pull it off and dropping back to the pillows. The fabric lands with a soft rustle off the side of the bed. ]
Better?
[ There's no pressure for Ephemera to follow suit, just an invitation to touch as he takes the other man's hand and presses it over his heart again. So he can feel the way it's pounding in his chest. ]
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[ Drake smiles up at him and Ephemera shivers again, leaning in so he can feel it properly. Drake's heart is pounding.
So is his, Ephemera thinks, and swallows hard. Shit. He stays there for a moment, just breathing and feeling the press of Drake's heartbeat against his palm, and then he shakes himself. And shrugs his own shirt off, pulling it over his head and letting it fall. ]
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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?
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It's just - new. It doesn't hurt.
He nods slowly, his good eye still closed. ]
Go slow.
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[ He keeps his hand moving, a caress just firm enough not to tickle. Not following the path of tattoos or scars, but his muscles. Dragging his fingertips down Ephemera's abs and then back up, slow and thorough. Just getting him used to being touched again. He waits until Ephemera's breathing has evened out a bit, only then daring to brush his thumb over a nipple experimentally. ]
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It feels good. Not so fraught, this time.
Ephemera cracks his good eye, peering down at Drake. Then he leans in and kisses him. Thoroughly. ]
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He's about to check in again when Ephemera opens his eyes, but before he can he's being kissed. Deep and thorough, and it's all Drake can do to kiss back. And keep touching. The hand trapped between them on Ephemera's chest gets a little bolder, rolling that nipple between his fingertips until it peaks and then sliding away, not wanting it to be too much. His other hand winds up low on Ephemera's back, holding him close. Skin to skin, and he can't help squirming a little. Arching up as their tongues tangle and there's more of the other man's weight on him.
It's important, he thinks, that Ephemera stays in control here. But fuck. He wants to roll them over and just worship him for awhile, show him how good it can be. Patience, Drake reminds himself. No matter how the kissing is getting him hot and bothered, they can take it slow. ]
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Lost.
It doesn’t feel like that now. It’s good, his breath coming quicker as Drake kisses him back. Touches him. And maybe for the first time, Ephemera doesn’t have the urge to hide his face in Drake’s shoulder. He’s hard. Wanting.
So is Drake. Fuck.
Ephemera draws back so he can press their foreheads together, rocking down against Drake with a low sigh. It feels good. It doesn’t always, with other people. But this - ?
This is good. He drags his hand down Drake’s chest. Feeling it out, following the lines of muscle. Like Drake did for him. ]
Want to make you feel good.
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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?
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Make you come.
[ There's a part of him that wants to fuck Drake right here, right now. On this bed they've shared so many times. It'd feel good, he thinks. All of this has. But maybe that's too much right now, he isn't sure. This, though?
This is good. ]
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I meant for you, babe.
[ There's a question in his eyes as well. Is this still okay? ]
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He leans into the touch, breathing out. ]
I don't know. But I want - this. With you.
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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? ]
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For a moment, he just holds there. Breathing out slow.
Then he nods. Softly: ]
Yeah.
[ Then, a little firmer: ]
Yeah.
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Stay up here with me.
[ He's gonna do this as slow as everything else. One-handed he unfastens the other man's pants and slides the zipper down, then does his own, sighing as the pressure eases. No move to pull them down just yet, but he traces the shape of Ephemera's erection through his underwear -- more a caress than a proper stroke, just getting him used to the idea. ]
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Ephemera shivers, his breath hitching. Rocking into the touch. It's light. He thinks that helps. ]
What do you want?
[ He swallows hard, cracking his good eye. ]
Tell me?
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But then Ephemera opens his eyes and asks Drake to tell him, so... ]
...I want you to ride me. So I can see you, touch you.
[ He keeps up the gentle touches, quickly following up with, ]
We don't have to. Or you could fuck me.
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He shivers. ]
Yeah.
[ Fuck. Fuck, but he wants it. ]
We - we can do that.
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Yeah?
[ He leans up just slightly for another kiss, nuzzling their noses when it breaks. ]
Okay.
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[ It comes out small, Ephemera's breath catching as Drake squeezes him just enough to feel. To want more. He rocks into it, biting his lip.
Fuck. He leans into it, closing his good eye again. Pressed cheek to cheek with Drake. ]
Feels good.
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Lose the pants and I'll do you one better.
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Means I have to get off you. I'm not that flexible.
[ He breathes out, pressing his forehead to Drake's. ]
Okay.
[ And then he does, regretfully. Just long enough to loose his pants, and his underwear. ]
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You mind being on your back for a hot minute?
[ He has ideas. ]
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It feels important, to be gentle right now. ]
Nah.
[ He shifts, cupping Drake's cheek in his hand. ]
I can do that.
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Just relax.
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