[ Carver snorts, grinning into the kiss. He drags his teeth against Gold’s lip just because he fucking can, because it’s an excuse to stay pressed against the man for a moment longer. But the sound Gold makes - yeah, that’s good. Carver wants to make him do that again. ]
Haven’t decided.
[ He doesn’t want to think. It has a tendency to get away from him. Carver puts his mouth on Gold’s throat before he can say that, before the words slip out. He doesn’t drag his teeth or suck a mark into the skin but he could. If Gold lets him. ]
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Haven’t decided.
[ He doesn’t want to think. It has a tendency to get away from him. Carver puts his mouth on Gold’s throat before he can say that, before the words slip out. He doesn’t drag his teeth or suck a mark into the skin but he could. If Gold lets him. ]
I’m fickle like that.