[ Ephemera hisses again, the balance shifting, but the calm feeling remains. It's settled in him, heavy and inevitable. This is happening. He will survive it. The only thing that matters is the doing. The crowd doesn't shift closer. They've gone oddly silent. And Felix feels warm and real under him, the two of them pressed so close there's no shaking it. No ignoring this, no changing it.
It feels insane. Maybe it is. Maybe they both are.
It feels inevitable, too. Felix rubs against him and Ephemera breathes out slow. doesn't flinch away. He doesn't know if he can get hard like this, with a crowd watching. But Felix feels good, solid and warm, and he leans in and just kisses him again. Keeps one hand cupped around the back of his neck - always, always shielding the implant - and runs the other down his collarbone, skipping over scars and new bruises. They tore into each other. They always do.
Fuck.
He takes a slow, steadying breath, then presses his mouth to Felix's throat and drags his teeth down. Not enough to draw blood, not like before. But enough to feel. ]
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It feels insane. Maybe it is. Maybe they both are.
It feels inevitable, too. Felix rubs against him and Ephemera breathes out slow. doesn't flinch away. He doesn't know if he can get hard like this, with a crowd watching. But Felix feels good, solid and warm, and he leans in and just kisses him again. Keeps one hand cupped around the back of his neck - always, always shielding the implant - and runs the other down his collarbone, skipping over scars and new bruises. They tore into each other. They always do.
Fuck.
He takes a slow, steadying breath, then presses his mouth to Felix's throat and drags his teeth down. Not enough to draw blood, not like before. But enough to feel. ]