[ For now Gold isn't concerned about whether this will be fleeting; he assumes it is an arrangement for the time being and nothing more. But he can feel something in him that would accept more, that finds comfort and safety enough in this, that if he's not telling himself stories, there is something more than a night in this. But for now it's just the night, and he can be satisfied with that, too.
He has to be or he isn't going to survive this place.
The hand on him, even through cloth, is like fire, but he doesn't pull away from it. ]
I won't stop you.
[ His fingers trail the finer lines of Carver's shoulder, up to his jaw again, and he pulls in to cover his mouth with his own again. Kisses are easier, even if it carries a lot of weight to him. Magic comes from them, in his homeworld. And here it allows him the cover to be hungry, even a little vulnerable, when words fail him. ]
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He has to be or he isn't going to survive this place.
The hand on him, even through cloth, is like fire, but he doesn't pull away from it. ]
I won't stop you.
[ His fingers trail the finer lines of Carver's shoulder, up to his jaw again, and he pulls in to cover his mouth with his own again. Kisses are easier, even if it carries a lot of weight to him. Magic comes from them, in his homeworld. And here it allows him the cover to be hungry, even a little vulnerable, when words fail him. ]