[ 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. ]
[ It's slow. Drake eases him onto his back and Ephemera goes willingly, running a hand through his hair. He breathes out slow, shivering a little in anticipation, and then reaches out to trail his fingers over Drake's arm. Wanting to touch him, to hold him. ]
[ There's a pleased little hum at the touch, as Drake shifts so that he's between Ephemera's legs and holding himself up on one arm. His other hand flicks the tube open with a telltale 'click.' ]
[ Drake had a feeling that'd be the case. He smiles, leaning down and kissing Ephemera again, soft and sweet. Something he never gets tired of... but there's another task at hand now. ]
Bend your leg up.
[ And then his hand is slipping between them, slick fingers trailing down between Ephemera's legs, searching. And then gently, as gently as he can manage, one presses in. Drake watches his face, wanting to be sure it's still okay. ]
[ He does what he's told, nodding slowly. Watching Drake the whole time. It's slow. That helps, he thinks. Ephemera breathes out, tipping his head back. Getting used to the sensation. It's been a long time but he remembers it. Remembers how it feels like a lot at first, but then it gets easier. And then it gets good.
He nods again. Reaches a hand down to touch himself idly, and smiles a little. ]
[ He can tell when that shift happens. When it gets good, even before Ephemera reaches down to touch himself. Drake doesn't stop him -- he could've done one better if not for having to stay up here, but it's more important that they can see each other. That he can see Ephemera's smile when he adjusts, and that the other man has control even on his back.
Drake stays where he is and adds another finger, gently curling them inside, searching. Considering whether or not it'd be okay to lean down and kiss Ephemera's neck, with how his head's tipped back. ]
[ It's all a matter of angles, in the end. Ephemera breathes out, letting himself get used to it. Watching Drake the whole while. And then Drake curls his fingers up, and -
Oh.
Ephemera's breath catches. He swallows hard. Feels his toes curl.
[ Fuck, that's hot. The little hitch in his breath and the way Ephemera shifts against him, the way his throat works. Drake watches, grinning, keeping the pace slow and steady. Don't get excited, don't rush it.
He lowers himself a bit closer, spreading his fingers and feeling the resistance then give of the other man's body. ]
[ It just builds, doesn't it? Ephemera groans, his hips rocking. Slow, though. In time with Drake's fingers, in time with the easy way he jerks himself off. Slow, so he'll feel all of it.
His toes curl. He can feel the pressure building in strange places. In the very center of his palms as Drake works him. As his body adjusts. It's been a long time but oh, he remembers it now. That drag. And he's tight, but it eases, and Drake works him slow, and steady, and it just -
Builds.
He squeezes his cock. And he watches Drake, swallowing hard. ]
[ 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-- ]
[ Ephemera makes a small sound, watching Drake all the while. Rocking into the touch. Feeling it fill him up. Stretch him open. And he wants so much, now.
[ It feels like Ephemera's just about prepared, but Drake wants to be sure. To distract them both he gives in to the urge for another kiss, this one far more heated than when this began. It drags on until he needs to breathe, at which point he pushes himself back up and lets his fingers slip free. ]
[ Ephemera closes his good eye, pressing his forehead to Drake's. Just breathing with him for a moment. Centering himself. He aches already. He can feel it everywhere, not just inside. ]
[ He stays close, his weight over Ephemera for a little longer, letting him find his center. There's no rush, they have all the time in the world -- his hard on certainly isn't going anywhere. Even if Ephemera needed to call it quits right now, Drake would be happy. He went into this with no expectations.
But the other man doesn't call it quits. He shivers under Drake appealingly and gives that soft affirmation, and Drake finds his hand where it rests on the mattress with his clean one and squeezes. Keeps hold of it as he shifts off Ephemera and rolls onto his back. ]
Okay. C'mere.
[ He watches Ephemera, free hand finally going to his own erection. Just long enough to make sure he's slick. His breath catches as he lets go and he waits, exposed, trusting. ]
[ It's been a long time since he's done this. Ephemera takes a shuddering breath and then lets it out, opening his good eye. It helps that it's with Drake, he thinks. That it's with someone he's trusted since the start.
He shifts, then climbs on top of Drake. Settling over him with an exhale, running his hands down Drake's chest. Feeling him out. Steadying himself.
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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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You want me to stay up here?
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Yeah. So I know where you are.
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Bend your leg up.
[ And then his hand is slipping between them, slick fingers trailing down between Ephemera's legs, searching. And then gently, as gently as he can manage, one presses in. Drake watches his face, wanting to be sure it's still okay. ]
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He nods again. Reaches a hand down to touch himself idly, and smiles a little. ]
Yeah.
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Drake stays where he is and adds another finger, gently curling them inside, searching. Considering whether or not it'd be okay to lean down and kiss Ephemera's neck, with how his head's tipped back. ]
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Oh.
Ephemera's breath catches. He swallows hard. Feels his toes curl.
Yeah. Yeah, okay. He remembers that now. ]
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He lowers himself a bit closer, spreading his fingers and feeling the resistance then give of the other man's body. ]
Still good?
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His toes curl. He can feel the pressure building in strange places. In the very center of his palms as Drake works him. As his body adjusts. It's been a long time but oh, he remembers it now. That drag. And he's tight, but it eases, and Drake works him slow, and steady, and it just -
Builds.
He squeezes his cock. And he watches Drake, swallowing hard. ]
Been, ah - been a long time since I've done this.
[ He shivers a little. ]
'm glad it's with you.
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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.
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He takes his hand off his cock. Nods jerkily. ]
I won't.
[ No. Not yet. ]
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You feel ready?
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Yeah.
[ He breathes out, shivering a little. ]
Yeah.
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But the other man doesn't call it quits. He shivers under Drake appealingly and gives that soft affirmation, and Drake finds his hand where it rests on the mattress with his clean one and squeezes. Keeps hold of it as he shifts off Ephemera and rolls onto his back. ]
Okay. C'mere.
[ He watches Ephemera, free hand finally going to his own erection. Just long enough to make sure he's slick. His breath catches as he lets go and he waits, exposed, trusting. ]
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He shifts, then climbs on top of Drake. Settling over him with an exhale, running his hands down Drake's chest. Feeling him out. Steadying himself.
Breathe. It's okay. ]
Yeah?
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Take your time.
[ It's okay. It's just him. Nothing to worry about here. ]
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