[ He can feel it when Gold moans, the vibration of it, and - yeah. Yeah, all right. That's doing it for him. Carver bites back a groan, head bowed, and his hand resting on Gold's shoulder. Shivering, now. It's been a long time since anyone's done this for him and there's the same weird intensity to the moment that nearly everything he does with Gold has.
Not for the first time, he thinks of the razor. Of baring his throat and telling himself it didn't involve trust. That it was just a moment, a test like all the others, and he'd survive it just the same.
Survival's the only thing that really matters these days. If you're alive, then you can fight. If you can fight, then you can do anything.
But this is different. Stranger, somehow. He's not certain it's something that can be won.
Carver shivers again, holding as still as he can, and reaches out to run his fingers through Gold's hair. He's aching, fighting to hold still, and it just -
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Not for the first time, he thinks of the razor. Of baring his throat and telling himself it didn't involve trust. That it was just a moment, a test like all the others, and he'd survive it just the same.
Survival's the only thing that really matters these days. If you're alive, then you can fight. If you can fight, then you can do anything.
But this is different. Stranger, somehow. He's not certain it's something that can be won.
Carver shivers again, holding as still as he can, and reaches out to run his fingers through Gold's hair. He's aching, fighting to hold still, and it just -
Feels good. Not much does these days. ]