[ That shouldn't feel as nice as it does. He shouldn't press into it so readily, so hungrily. But he does, and Carver shivers a little at the feel of Gold's fingers carding through his hair.

Don't think about that. Press forward.

He tightens his grip on Gold's arms, then loosens it. Rubs up and down and leans in to kiss him again. Thoroughly. ]

I did.

[ He drags his teeth against Gold's lip. ]

And I'm guessing you want to take me apart while you don't muss those nice clothes once. You always seemed like the type. Hmm?

[ He grins. He wants the challenge of making Gold lose his cool. He thinks he's wanted that for a while. ]

Am I wrong?