[ There's a number of pressure points Carver seems to hit all at once, and honestly he moves to the next and the next too quickly for Gold to fully react.
you think this is about me enduring you
It is, isn't it? But there isn't even a moment to really think on that; there's but a start in his pulse, in the momentary tense of his muscles, perhaps an instant of some desire to argue with the observation that immediately follows.
But then there's more following.
you can't hurt me.
And the thing was that he could. He had spent hours already unraveling every vulnerable spot he could find. He just had no desire to hurt him that way. Or anyone really.
And again, nothing that he can fully process before the last hits him like a ton of bricks. I wanna hear you lose it. And for an instant his knees feel weaker. Even as half of him is insisting Why? for at least the moment, being wanted wins over, and he can't move.
no subject
you think this is about me enduring you
It is, isn't it? But there isn't even a moment to really think on that; there's but a start in his pulse, in the momentary tense of his muscles, perhaps an instant of some desire to argue with the observation that immediately follows.
But then there's more following.
you can't hurt me.
And the thing was that he could. He had spent hours already unraveling every vulnerable spot he could find. He just had no desire to hurt him that way. Or anyone really.
And again, nothing that he can fully process before the last hits him like a ton of bricks. I wanna hear you lose it. And for an instant his knees feel weaker. Even as half of him is insisting Why? for at least the moment, being wanted wins over, and he can't move.
His breath trembles in his throat.
Why? Why? Why? ]
...Try.