[ The hand in his hair stays grounding, gentle, and Carver presses into it thoughtlessly as he works. There's something satisfying about this part, feeling another person come undone and knowing it was because of him. Gold's quiet about it, except where he isn't.
That's nice, too.
Carver groans, and swallows, and that's just that. He draws back, squeezing Gold's hip fondly, and bows his head so he can just takes a moment to catch his breath.
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That's nice, too.
Carver groans, and swallows, and that's just that. He draws back, squeezing Gold's hip fondly, and bows his head so he can just takes a moment to catch his breath.
Goddamn. ]