Pope

He can hear the noise that Pope's making. Feel the rumble of it against his throat as Pope moves inside him, holds him, fucks him hard enough to shake the bed. Carver tries to keep quiet, to bite at Pope's coat and muffle the noise, but pieces of it escape. He makes small, cut off noises as they move together, rubbing against Pope's stomach and the rough texture of his uniform and it shouldn't get him off, none of this should, but it feels good. The hurt fades into a distant echo. It almost surprises him when he comes, jerking under Pope and then going very still.