[ Carver sighs at the feel of Gold’s fingers carding through his hair, then getting a grip. Not hard enough to hurt, but enough to feel. It hits him every time, a gesture that would be a threat in any other situation.
Here, it tethers him to the now.
He keeps one hand on Gold’s hip rubbing absent circles with his thumb. An easy touch, something grounding. He gives another stroke with the other, then leans forward and just takes Gold into his mouth. No preamble this time. It’s been a while since Carver’s done this, but it comes back easy enough. ]
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Here, it tethers him to the now.
He keeps one hand on Gold’s hip rubbing absent circles with his thumb. An easy touch, something grounding. He gives another stroke with the other, then leans forward and just takes Gold into his mouth. No preamble this time. It’s been a while since Carver’s done this, but it comes back easy enough. ]