[ Low, and pleased. There's satisfaction in doing this. Carver hadn't anticipated that. He doesn't usually think about other people at all when he isn't running threat assessments on them. But he's thought of Gold more than once in the interim, and he's thinking of Gold now, and those little noises he's making. Barely audible, even now.
Carver hums, and smiles into Gold's neck. He works his hand - harder this time, more purposeful. ]
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[ Low, and pleased. There's satisfaction in doing this. Carver hadn't anticipated that. He doesn't usually think about other people at all when he isn't running threat assessments on them. But he's thought of Gold more than once in the interim, and he's thinking of Gold now, and those little noises he's making. Barely audible, even now.
Carver hums, and smiles into Gold's neck. He works his hand - harder this time, more purposeful. ]
So let go.