[ There's an edge in the first few syllables, some remainder of a reaction he carefully keeps under wraps, but it's nothing approaching admonishment.
But inwardly he knows if he lets Carver do that now, he'll let him do whatever he wants after. The older man is only distantly aware of how much that could undo him.
When Carver has his belt untethered, his hand follows him, only a split-second where contact is broken, and when his fingers return there are slipping under folds of cloth, in a single turn freeing him but catching him up in another way.
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[ There's an edge in the first few syllables, some remainder of a reaction he carefully keeps under wraps, but it's nothing approaching admonishment.
But inwardly he knows if he lets Carver do that now, he'll let him do whatever he wants after. The older man is only distantly aware of how much that could undo him.
When Carver has his belt untethered, his hand follows him, only a split-second where contact is broken, and when his fingers return there are slipping under folds of cloth, in a single turn freeing him but catching him up in another way.
He pulls in a careful whisp of breath. ]