[ Smartass. Carver’s mouth twitches a little, a faint smile ghosting across his face. He watches Gold, thoughtful.
It’s strange, to be this calm. There’s a part of him that wants to take advantage before it inevitably swings, because it always does before the end. But that would mean rushing, and he doesn’t want to. Not here, not with this man. ]
Yeah.
[ In this sort of mood, he doubts there’s much he wouldn’t let Gold do. Carver watches him for another moment, then leans forward to kiss him again. A little harder this time, dragging his teeth. ]
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It’s strange, to be this calm. There’s a part of him that wants to take advantage before it inevitably swings, because it always does before the end. But that would mean rushing, and he doesn’t want to. Not here, not with this man. ]
Yeah.
[ In this sort of mood, he doubts there’s much he wouldn’t let Gold do. Carver watches him for another moment, then leans forward to kiss him again. A little harder this time, dragging his teeth. ]