[ Every little touch from Carver, however small, sends the message that there is some desire to reciprocate, and that throws his senses some -- it doesn't allow him to completely forget his own body, something that is far more common for him to do in situations such as this. It reminds him that there are layers of cloth separating his own skin from open air and from him.
A small shudder runs up through him.
Soon, there's just the moment, and Gold closes his eyes. There is only the scent of him, the taste -- his tongue teases the line of his collar bone, and his hand, slow and careful but an ever-present weight, presses further inward. ]
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A small shudder runs up through him.
Soon, there's just the moment, and Gold closes his eyes. There is only the scent of him, the taste -- his tongue teases the line of his collar bone, and his hand, slow and careful but an ever-present weight, presses further inward. ]