[ Yeah. That's a fun reaction right there, the way that Gold's breath catches. Carver tips his head back, committing it to memory. He doesn't do this with many people. Wouldn't have done it back home. There would have been no room for it in his life. Yet it's happening here.
So it goes.
Carver follows easily, and silently. He's flexible enough with these things - or used to be, in the days he still hooked up with people casually. There wasn't much he didn't try with Riley, anyway. Gold hasn't given much indication as to what he likes, what he might want.
Well. They'll get to that.
He doesn't let go of Gold's wrist. A loose hold, easily broken, but it feels meaningful here. So he keeps it, for now. ]
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So it goes.
Carver follows easily, and silently. He's flexible enough with these things - or used to be, in the days he still hooked up with people casually. There wasn't much he didn't try with Riley, anyway. Gold hasn't given much indication as to what he likes, what he might want.
Well. They'll get to that.
He doesn't let go of Gold's wrist. A loose hold, easily broken, but it feels meaningful here. So he keeps it, for now. ]