[ That's nice, too. Carver tips his head back, breathing out slow, and grins again. He doesn't mind. It feels good. A promise of other things, more to come.
He trails his fingers along Gold's arm again, nodding. He doesn't flinch. He said he wouldn't. ]
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He trails his fingers along Gold's arm again, nodding. He doesn't flinch. He said he wouldn't. ]