[ Gold doesn't really know what to do with himself once there's not much left to hide behind. Clothing is something he uses to construct himself, it says a lot of his character, even conveys thinks he might find more worth in, more attractiveness than he thinks he carries on his own. So when he is without, with none of his usual defenses, of course he's still a moment, even hesitant, but also arrested in the heat of anticipation and helpless want, always brought back to the moment and reminded by the feel of Carver's hands. ]
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I... [ He bites his lip. ]