[ They're getting there. Carver can hear it when Gold breathes, when he has to work to keep his voice steady, to stay still. And there's satisfaction in making him tremble, just a little. In the promise that maybe, if he works at it, Carver will be able to make him do it more.
Carver knocks their heads together almost roughly. ]
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Carver knocks their heads together almost roughly. ]
Lean back. And I'll go down on you.
[ He grins, just because he can. ]
Do whatever you want, but don't come in my hair.