[ Not for the first time, Carver thinks about the razor that Gold held to his neck not so long ago. The circumstances were different then, but it was still a choice.
This is, too.
Carver takes a slow breath and then lets it go, shivering a little. The warm feeling just spreads, and he likes the feel of Gold’s mouth on his throat. It feels good to be touched. He’s calm and he isn’t often, thoughts always racing - pushing, pushing, pushing against everything around him. But not right now.
Now, he’s calm, and he shifts to curl his hand against Gold’s hip. Encouraging, even as Carver arches into the touch.
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This is, too.
Carver takes a slow breath and then lets it go, shivering a little. The warm feeling just spreads, and he likes the feel of Gold’s mouth on his throat. It feels good to be touched. He’s calm and he isn’t often, thoughts always racing - pushing, pushing, pushing against everything around him. But not right now.
Now, he’s calm, and he shifts to curl his hand against Gold’s hip. Encouraging, even as Carver arches into the touch.
It feels good. That’s enough. ]