[ It's been more than a decade since Carver's watched any kind of porn. It's one of those things that died when the world fell, much like air conditioning and that bakery by his apartment that stayed open until two in the morning. So it goes. Things got turned around and the rules changed. He's got his people and he doesn't need distractions. He doesn't dwell on what's lost - no point in that, when he's got a job to do.
Point being, he hasn't fucked around with porn in a long time. But he still knows those weird porno rules, like aphrodisiacs being a real thing and how that inevitably escalates into everyone dropping their clothes to get busy in high definition and perfect lighting. None of it real, all of it staged and a little hokey, but everyone knew and no one cared because: see again, porn.
But the heat spreading through his joints is real enough. Fun.
His jaw works. He crumples the mug in his fist. He's got willpower. Control. He'll see it through without losing his mind. ]
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Point being, he hasn't fucked around with porn in a long time. But he still knows those weird porno rules, like aphrodisiacs being a real thing and how that inevitably escalates into everyone dropping their clothes to get busy in high definition and perfect lighting. None of it real, all of it staged and a little hokey, but everyone knew and no one cared because: see again, porn.
But the heat spreading through his joints is real enough. Fun.
His jaw works. He crumples the mug in his fist. He's got willpower. Control. He'll see it through without losing his mind. ]
What's on the opposite end, if this is tame?
[ His tone is very even. ]