[ Another almost soundless gasp, treading that fine line between pleasure and just the threat of pain, aware there are teeth even if Carver is being careful. And there's more to it this time, how much more vulnerable it is, nothing hidden, even if nothing can really be seen.
His hips threaten to move again, but he stops himself, as perfect as this feels, that reads like a line to him, something not to be crossed. ]
...please. [ He's not even sure what he's begging for, why that bubbles past his lips just now. ]
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His hips threaten to move again, but he stops himself, as perfect as this feels, that reads like a line to him, something not to be crossed. ]
...please. [ He's not even sure what he's begging for, why that bubbles past his lips just now. ]