( ephemera's mouth tastes like blood – a stranger's blood, felix's blood, sharp and tangy where his teeth clamp down on the swell of his bottom lip. his next exhale shivers into his mouth, a tremulous betrayal. he loosens his viselike grip on his wrist and snags him by the forearm instead, anchoring ephemera closer, away from the pulsing, living mass surrounding them in a chokehold.
even closer, into felix's space, knees knocking knees, until the knife at his throat quivers dangerously. ephemera could kill him like this, squeeze his hand over the back of felix's hand and push forward. wouldn't even be a thought. shouldn't be a thought, for either of them. it's just what they fucking do.
( some shit is innate, he'd told crais once. )
somehow, despite this, the knife never pierces his skin beyond a shallow cut parallel to his collar bone. felix arches from the wall, coiling into the impossibly warm length of ephemera's familiar body. he knows him like he knew the weight of a blade even in the dark, all relentless bulk to felix's svelte leanness, a steady haven in the storm. it feels obscenely good. it feels equal parts wrong and unfathomably right. he slots his knee between the clutch of ephemera's thighs and hooks their bodies together by the hip, straddling his leg. tilts his chin again, strains to make up for the few inches difference and coax his tongue deeper into his mouth, greedily lick the taste of metal from his teeth. )
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even closer, into felix's space, knees knocking knees, until the knife at his throat quivers dangerously. ephemera could kill him like this, squeeze his hand over the back of felix's hand and push forward. wouldn't even be a thought. shouldn't be a thought, for either of them. it's just what they fucking do.
( some shit is innate, he'd told crais once. )
somehow, despite this, the knife never pierces his skin beyond a shallow cut parallel to his collar bone. felix arches from the wall, coiling into the impossibly warm length of ephemera's familiar body. he knows him like he knew the weight of a blade even in the dark, all relentless bulk to felix's svelte leanness, a steady haven in the storm. it feels obscenely good. it feels equal parts wrong and unfathomably right. he slots his knee between the clutch of ephemera's thighs and hooks their bodies together by the hip, straddling his leg. tilts his chin again, strains to make up for the few inches difference and coax his tongue deeper into his mouth, greedily lick the taste of metal from his teeth. )