[ Like before, Carver tips his head back so he can kiss Gold back - careful and through, because they have time, and there’s no sense in rushing when it feels good to slow down. Carver knows he can only rarely stand that, understands himself to know there’s something in his brain chemistry that’s always pushing, pushing, pushing toward action, that cannot endure stillness. Or can endure it only in rare, fleeting moments.
He wants to enjoy this while it lasts, so he does.
Simple.
Carver hums into the kiss, and he shifts his hand to trail along the seam of Gold’s pants. And then a little lower, kneading against him, just to see if he’ll make that noise again. ]
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He wants to enjoy this while it lasts, so he does.
Simple.
Carver hums into the kiss, and he shifts his hand to trail along the seam of Gold’s pants. And then a little lower, kneading against him, just to see if he’ll make that noise again. ]