[ Gold hasn't pulled his hand free, yet; already settled enough with that little bit of contact that he is hesitant to break it.
The kiss -- it has been a very, very long time since anything happened that made him feel like melting. The difference now, that wasn't there in the one before: Carver initiated.
Gold had started to say before. It didn't matter if he himself wanted him, if the feeling wasn't in some way returned.
And it felt devastatingly warm, reassuring in a way that he knew he could quickly become obsessed with, to feel wanted and for that to not feel like something that was threatening.
His knees very nearly quit under him, and he has to grab his cane with his free hand and straighten up. A shaking breath as he nods, leading by the wrist Carver is holding. ]
This way.
[ Through the double doors at the back of the dining room is the master -- he might have steered toward the living or media room if either were closer, but he also knew the people who ran this place also stocked the bedrooms, which felt safer. ]
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The kiss -- it has been a very, very long time since anything happened that made him feel like melting. The difference now, that wasn't there in the one before: Carver initiated.
Gold had started to say before. It didn't matter if he himself wanted him, if the feeling wasn't in some way returned.
And it felt devastatingly warm, reassuring in a way that he knew he could quickly become obsessed with, to feel wanted and for that to not feel like something that was threatening.
His knees very nearly quit under him, and he has to grab his cane with his free hand and straighten up. A shaking breath as he nods, leading by the wrist Carver is holding. ]
This way.
[ Through the double doors at the back of the dining room is the master -- he might have steered toward the living or media room if either were closer, but he also knew the people who ran this place also stocked the bedrooms, which felt safer. ]