[ It helps, being directed. Felix tightens his grip in Ephemera's hair and Ephemera lets him. Groans into it and kisses him back harder, deeper. This is happening. The crowd's gone oddly quiet and Ephemera knows he was losing his shit earlier. Ready to kill a man rather than play this game. He can't say exactly when it changed, only that it has.
Things are quiet now. He feels like he's under deep water. Settled, but not drowning. He doubts it will last. These things never do. He can feel Felix twitching against him, his hand still tight in Ephemera's hair. Shaking.
Fuck. Ephemera breathes out slow, deliberately, and rocks against Felix. He times it to the motions of his hand. Setting a rhythm. Something steady.
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Things are quiet now. He feels like he's under deep water. Settled, but not drowning. He doubts it will last. These things never do. He can feel Felix twitching against him, his hand still tight in Ephemera's hair. Shaking.
Fuck. Ephemera breathes out slow, deliberately, and rocks against Felix. He times it to the motions of his hand. Setting a rhythm. Something steady.
Something ought to be right now. ]