Oh, fuck. Carver closes his eyes, breath coming harder. He's not thinking of Riley even though he had it in his back pocket just in case. The enemy wants a show but this feels almost too real, the way that Pope reacts to it. How Carver can feel him getting harder, rubbing against Carver's stomach. Biting at his neck.

Carver groans at the pressure and just fucks him harder. "I got you," he murmurs, and he softens the bite he left on Pope's neck with a kiss. "It's okay."

You can let go.