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[amicustenebris]

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[amicustenebris]

[ The sound when Carver disengages in order to answer him -- to, what? Chide? Provoke? -- was nothing short of a whimper. ]

...Don't stop.

[ He's close. He knows he is. His fingers brush over the hand on his hip as he tries not to squirm too much. ]

[fortitudosalutis]

[ Hmm. He's almost tempted to push, to make Gold beg. But that would swing things, wouldn't it? And Carver knows his moods are changeable at the best of time, mercury running through his thoughts like a curse. One drop away from hurtling the pendulum violently to one side, then the next.

Carver just hums. ]

Then work for it.

[ And he takes him back in. Deeper this time, until his eyes are watering. ]

[amicustenebris]

[ Well, that was something of a difficult command to fully process. Did he want him up and working him or did he want him like this? Where there wasn't much to be done but try to hold on. Did he mean him to beg?

His moan crawls out from somewhere far beneath his chest as he squeezes his eyes shut again, feeling so fully engulfed and unable to really comprehend it beyond pleasure. He was moving, not thrusting, but allowing himself to move with him -- though the pull to do otherwise was becoming erratic.

And perhaps he did beg, but it was largely nonsense, gentle praise in little gasping breaths.

It wasn't as though he could ask Carver to tell him what he wanted him to do; then he would just stop again.

He did manage a warning ahead of the edge as he approached it, a sound, a touch. ]

[fortitudosalutis]

[ 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. ]

So. That's one.

[amicustenebris]

[ For a moment, all Gold can really do is allow himself to collapse, try to breathe, try to remember how to think. All there is of him is the leftover sparks of electricity going off behind his eyelids, warmth, and then -- a shock almost like cold air that jolts him back to the present.

He opens his eyes just in time to catch a look at Carver's face. (Gold almost utters an apology. It's meek and hesitant in his throat. Then What he does. What he says, and the shiver that rides up into Gold's veins then.

It's practically a warning. ]

Gods...

[fortitudosalutis]

Mhmm.

[ That sounds about right. Carver clears his throat, listening intently. One hand still on Gold's hip. His voice is hoarse, now. He doesn't care at all. ]

This'll be two. Get comfortable.