[ Carver hums, low and pleased, and leaves his hand on Gold’s arm for now. A loose hold, but an anchoring one. It feels easier than the last time, when there was a blade involved. When Carver bared his throat to a stranger and called it at least half a choice. That hadn’t been about trust - except for the pieces where it had been. But it happened, and Gold never once cut him.
Could have. Didn’t. These things happen.
He spreads his legs a little, so there’s more room. So Gold can settle there without climbing on top of him. Nice and easy, for now. Carver feels himself going loose, tension draining away. A rare thing, for him. He doubts it’ll last. But for the moment, he tips his head back - ignoring how it bares his throat and the hateful line tattooed there - and just lets himself feel.
It can be good. For a little while. He gives Gold’s arm another squeeze and then begins trailing his fingers again, ghosting over Gold’s chest. Light touches, for now. He figures there are boundaries. That’s all right. He knows how to pay attention. ]</small€
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Could have. Didn’t. These things happen.
He spreads his legs a little, so there’s more room. So Gold can settle there without climbing on top of him. Nice and easy, for now. Carver feels himself going loose, tension draining away. A rare thing, for him. He doubts it’ll last. But for the moment, he tips his head back - ignoring how it bares his throat and the hateful line tattooed there - and just lets himself feel.
It can be good. For a little while. He gives Gold’s arm another squeeze and then begins trailing his fingers again, ghosting over Gold’s chest. Light touches, for now. He figures there are boundaries. That’s all right. He knows how to pay attention. ]</small€