[ It’s strange, how hard this is hitting him. Carver shivers again, his hand curled around Gold’s hip, and takes a breath to steady himself. The warm feeling just echoes through the whole of him. He can feel it everywhere, pulsing out from his chest and settling in odd places. The very center of his palms, behind his eyes. Deep in his gut.
It’s gentle, and slow, and that -
It’s a lot, suddenly. ]
You can do more.
[ His voice comes out soft, and a little hoarse. What is it about this man that throws him off balance every goddamn time? ]
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It’s gentle, and slow, and that -
It’s a lot, suddenly. ]
You can do more.
[ His voice comes out soft, and a little hoarse. What is it about this man that throws him off balance every goddamn time? ]
I want you to.