[ It seems best to take Gold at his word, so Carver does. Not for the first time, he thinks of that moment with the razor. How Gold has been steady even when Carver started to lose the thread. Only fair to return the favor, isn’t it?
So, he goes back to it. Keeps one hand steady on Gold’s hip and takes him in again. Slower this time, more deliberate. Always mindful of his teeth, but sometimes it feels good just to give in a little and focus on another person. When he draws back for breath, his voice is a little hoarse. ]
You wanna come, go ahead. Just not in my hair.
[ Anywhere else is fair game. He doesn’t like the mess in his hair, though. ]
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So, he goes back to it. Keeps one hand steady on Gold’s hip and takes him in again. Slower this time, more deliberate. Always mindful of his teeth, but sometimes it feels good just to give in a little and focus on another person. When he draws back for breath, his voice is a little hoarse. ]
You wanna come, go ahead. Just not in my hair.
[ Anywhere else is fair game. He doesn’t like the mess in his hair, though. ]