He thinks that if York gets to decide what they do, he may die from whatever they decide they want to do with him. He feels a little like tat now, with York between his legs and Carolina worrying matching bruises into his throat.

He sucks in a desperate breath when York breaks off, but that's hardly a relief when he gets to watch them kiss too. His heart is pounding fit to burst and he needs so keenly it hurts.

Carolina kisses York back, one hand reaching round to cup the back of his skull as they do it. She enjoys the taste of him, of both of them. it's something she never thought she'd have, and she can almost feel it breaking away Charon's grasp.