It's just a moment, Carver tells himself, breathing slow. Trying not to flinch because it hurts, it hurts to be touched at all right now, but Pope's breath is hot against his neck and he just closes his eyes. He makes a small sound before he can bite it back, wrapping his arm around Pope. Clinging to him, trying to disappear.
![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
timeasmymeasure
no subject
Date: 2024-06-12 12:31 am (UTC)