[ His face hides in Carver's shoulder, muffling a sound that would have escaped him a touch too boisterously. Grasping, channeling as much tension as he can away from there, and trying with all his might not to let his hips do more than twitch. ]
Oh, Gods...
[ Uttered with a kind of tired acceptance. Because he with full honesty has no idea, and is all but surrendered to the notion that they will know before long, and it's all he can do not to grind against him. ]
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Oh, Gods...
[ Uttered with a kind of tired acceptance. Because he with full honesty has no idea, and is all but surrendered to the notion that they will know before long, and it's all he can do not to grind against him. ]