[ It's strange to be kissed after so many years of never touching anyone, of thinking that was done and over with. He had dreams about Riley, sometimes. A few abortive, fumbling encounters with strangers that left him feeling aching and hollow afterward. And then this place, and all its myriad rules. How it shoves people into rooms and expects them to fuck. Sometimes there isn't much of a choice.
This is a choice, though. This is just the two of them, being human. Carver doubts it'll last. Everyone becomes an enemy in the end. But in the meantime, he presses into it. Lets Gold kiss him and hums into it, low and pleased.
It feels nice. Maybe it can just feel nice for a little while.
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This is a choice, though. This is just the two of them, being human. Carver doubts it'll last. Everyone becomes an enemy in the end. But in the meantime, he presses into it. Lets Gold kiss him and hums into it, low and pleased.
It feels nice. Maybe it can just feel nice for a little while.
He squeezes Gold's wrist briefly. ]
What'd you want?
[ Carver cocks his head, watching him. ]
You know?