[ Please, he says, and Carver hums - low and pleased, and he knows Gold will feel it like this. No escaping it. He draws back with a groan, knowing it's going to affect his voice sound. Make it hoarse, and low.
He doesn't care. He really, truly, does not give a fuck. ]
Please what?
[ He smoothes his hand over Gold's hip. Slower, in contrast to what he was doing a moment ago. But he keeps working Gold through it. No breaks, no moment to catch his breath. ]
no subject
He doesn't care. He really, truly, does not give a fuck. ]
Please what?
[ He smoothes his hand over Gold's hip. Slower, in contrast to what he was doing a moment ago. But he keeps working Gold through it. No breaks, no moment to catch his breath. ]