[ david shifts a little forward on the workbench, adjusts to put his weight down on his other leg when evan pushes the other one up. it's still not quite instinct, but david remembers enough from last time to adjust without much thought. unintentionally bites down harder on evan's throat at the rough press of his fingers, but david's not about to apologise for it. he's pretty sure evan's bitten him harder than that anyway. ]
[ he grimaces at the sensation when those fingers are gone, takes a deep breath and tilts his head up to seek out-- ]
[ -- that fucking mask. how did he forget evan was still wearing it? david pulls a bit of a face, lifts a hand toward the edge of it and pauses. ]
Can I...?
[ he doesn't actually touch the mask — he's kinda picked up that's a no go for evan — but nobody's fucking anyone until that comes off. ]
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[ he grimaces at the sensation when those fingers are gone, takes a deep breath and tilts his head up to seek out-- ]
[ -- that fucking mask. how did he forget evan was still wearing it? david pulls a bit of a face, lifts a hand toward the edge of it and pauses. ]
Can I...?
[ he doesn't actually touch the mask — he's kinda picked up that's a no go for evan — but nobody's fucking anyone until that comes off. ]