[ It's a light touch, ghosting along his jawline. Not for the first time, he thinks about the razor. It won't be the last time, Carver thinks. That's been written into the DNA of the moment. Not the sort of thing anyone can shake easily.
There's less tension this time. No overt threat. Just a moment, and Gold's hand on his jaw.
Carver presses into it, almost unthinkingly. It feels good, and people don't touch him often. Not unless they're trying to kill him. He watches Gold the whole time, strangely calm. It might not last. His moods have a tendency to swing wide, and wild. But for now, his heart rate is steady, and his gaze is calm when he leans in so he can kiss Gold back. Harder this time, encouraging. ]
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There's less tension this time. No overt threat. Just a moment, and Gold's hand on his jaw.
Carver presses into it, almost unthinkingly. It feels good, and people don't touch him often. Not unless they're trying to kill him. He watches Gold the whole time, strangely calm. It might not last. His moods have a tendency to swing wide, and wild. But for now, his heart rate is steady, and his gaze is calm when he leans in so he can kiss Gold back. Harder this time, encouraging. ]