[ It's gentle, again. Every move telegraphed. Carver will think about that later, try to pull it apart and search for the meaning within it. What it means that another person looked at him and decided to go this slow, to take such care to ensure there's no pain. Like that time before, with the razor. And then Gold goes lower, and those thoughts are just gone.
Carver bows his head with a hiss, his hand on Gold's shoulder. Just holding, for now. Breathing with it, that flash of warm pleasure.
It feels good - uncomplicated, and good. And he lets himself react, to want it. He holds very still, and it -
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Carver bows his head with a hiss, his hand on Gold's shoulder. Just holding, for now. Breathing with it, that flash of warm pleasure.
It feels good - uncomplicated, and good. And he lets himself react, to want it. He holds very still, and it -
It's just good. ]