[ He lifts his hips to allow his trousers to come down further, and the contact there -- almost completely soundless that time, something swallowed back before he releases something with a little more controlled dignity.
While a hand snakes into the strands of Carver's hair, he resists the urge to grip too hard; just leverage enough to hold onto him, to steal his lips and pour wordless reaction into him. Drown out what could too easily become begging.
It's a losing battle, not to rock a little into his hand. ]
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While a hand snakes into the strands of Carver's hair, he resists the urge to grip too hard; just leverage enough to hold onto him, to steal his lips and pour wordless reaction into him. Drown out what could too easily become begging.
It's a losing battle, not to rock a little into his hand. ]