[The awkwardness of it gradually gives way to something a bit more synchronized as they catch one another's rhythm. His fingers press in to Marcus's skin, both for balance and in response to Marcus's touch. For a brief moment, Julius has the giddy sensation that even their breath might align with practice, but it's a thought that slides away again as soon as it arises.
His eyes find Petrana's, and as much as their contact is only the incidental brush of skin around their respective contact with Marcus, it does feel like the three of them; like they've entered a conspiracy to trap Marcus there and not let him go again. (Perhaps they have, a bit.) Left to his own devices, he's inclined to go a bit faster, but they've only just hit their stride and he's focusing on not falling out of sync again so soon.]
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His eyes find Petrana's, and as much as their contact is only the incidental brush of skin around their respective contact with Marcus, it does feel like the three of them; like they've entered a conspiracy to trap Marcus there and not let him go again. (Perhaps they have, a bit.) Left to his own devices, he's inclined to go a bit faster, but they've only just hit their stride and he's focusing on not falling out of sync again so soon.]