[ It’s a small gesture, the way that Gold kisses his temple. Carver takes a slow breath and resolves not to think about it. This is just happening. And all the while, Carver keeps working him. Never once letting up. ]
There you go.
[ Low, and satisfied. Now they’re getting somewhere. ]
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There you go.
[ Low, and satisfied. Now they’re getting somewhere. ]
How many times can I make you come, you think?
[ They should find out. ]