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[amicustenebris]

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[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.