[ All right. Maybe Gold won't stay in his clothes the whole time. Carver's breath hitches a little as Gold moves in closer, trailing down, but he doesn't flinch. It's a light touch. Won't even leave a mark.
Carver hums a little, nodding. ]
Feels good.
[ It does, somewhat to his surprise. It's slow. He's calm. Novel things, in his life. ]
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Carver hums a little, nodding. ]
Feels good.
[ It does, somewhat to his surprise. It's slow. He's calm. Novel things, in his life. ]