[ It's quiet. Not silent - not anymore - but quiet, and Carver likes that. It's familiar. Not a comfort - sex is rarely that, if ever - but something familiar and understandable, and he likes the way that Gold touches him. How he trembles, just a little, when he comes.
Carver coughs. Doesn't quite swallow all of it and gets some on his face as he draws back, wiping his mouth on the back of his hand.
Goddamn.
He leans back, gaze unfocused. But calm, suddenly, in a way he wasn't earlier. ]
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Carver coughs. Doesn't quite swallow all of it and gets some on his face as he draws back, wiping his mouth on the back of his hand.
Goddamn.
He leans back, gaze unfocused. But calm, suddenly, in a way he wasn't earlier. ]
So. That's one.