[ Carver’s breath stutters, free hand going to Gold’s arm. Not to stop him or even to slow him, just to have something to hold onto. He arches up into the touch, not bothering to be coy about it.
Yeah. Yeah, this is working for him. He’s shivering with it. Wanting in a way he hasn’t in a long time. And Gold hasn’t taken any of his clothes off. Just loosened things, and touched him so goddamn carefully. Carver wants to - he doesn’t know. Bite him for it, maybe. Or ask for me. He does neither, and takes a steadying breath. ]
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Yeah. Yeah, this is working for him. He’s shivering with it. Wanting in a way he hasn’t in a long time. And Gold hasn’t taken any of his clothes off. Just loosened things, and touched him so goddamn carefully. Carver wants to - he doesn’t know. Bite him for it, maybe. Or ask for me. He does neither, and takes a steadying breath. ]