[ They're too close like this, drawn tight to proximity and Ephemera imagines he can hear the klaxons screaming in warning - or maybe just his own pulse hammering in his ears. Drowning out the world. They're too close, on top of each other, practically inside each other, and it feels like a contact burn and like a balm all at once. Felix's hand on him, Felix pressed against him, rocking into it. That sound he makes. The way that Ephemera feels himself getting harder. The way he's been hard since this started. The way he flinches whenever someone brushes against him but still holds his ground.
It's hard to focus. None of this feels real except for Felix and that -
That's fucking insane.
Ephemera closes his good eye. They're tangled up in each other now but he can still rub his hand against Felix's cock. Chase that sound, try to coax it out of him again. He wants to. So why the fuck not? ]
Want you.
[ Like before, it comes out rough. Muffled against Felix's throat. ]
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It's hard to focus. None of this feels real except for Felix and that -
That's fucking insane.
Ephemera closes his good eye. They're tangled up in each other now but he can still rub his hand against Felix's cock. Chase that sound, try to coax it out of him again. He wants to. So why the fuck not? ]
Want you.
[ Like before, it comes out rough. Muffled against Felix's throat. ]