[ And they collide, again, exactly like Carver wanted. Nothing gentle, nothing quiet, their teeth almost clacking as they kiss. The other man reaches for him, viper quick, and Carver just laughs through the collision. Good, he thinks, good. He grabs the other man by the shoulders and shoves him back hard into the wall, smearing blood on his jacket.
This is just a moment. It means nothing and so it can mean anything and therein lies the beauty.
Carver draws back a moment, eyes bright, feeling somewhere beyond sober or drunk. And it’s easy to press in again, to go for a biting kiss, because why the fuck not? He wants to get his hands on this man and so he does, digging his fingers into the other’s arms and then his sides just to feel something, to make sure it’s real. ]
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This is just a moment. It means nothing and so it can mean anything and therein lies the beauty.
Carver draws back a moment, eyes bright, feeling somewhere beyond sober or drunk. And it’s easy to press in again, to go for a biting kiss, because why the fuck not? He wants to get his hands on this man and so he does, digging his fingers into the other’s arms and then his sides just to feel something, to make sure it’s real. ]