[ david isn't really thinking much either. not now, not anymore. he curls one hand around the back of evan's neck, the other he drags down to his hip, fingers digging in with soft grunts of discomfort when evan gets started. noises that slip into low, breathy groans as it slips into pleasure, as evan tilts his head back and goes for his throat. ]
[ the hand on his neck moves up to the back of evan's head, encouraging like always, even when he tells himself he's not gonna let evan go to town on him like this next time. it's always impossible to resist in the moment, the way it feels like the sensation twravels straight from his throat to his dick, makes him gasp and his fingers flex and scrape against evan's scalp. ]
[ well. there's not no thoughts. a slip of paranoia runs through him and david strains a little against the grip in his hair to look at the door, some tiny part of him suddenly worried someone somehow got down here to take a peek without them noticing. david doesn't know what he'd do if that happened, but thankfully the door's still closed. ]
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[ the hand on his neck moves up to the back of evan's head, encouraging like always, even when he tells himself he's not gonna let evan go to town on him like this next time. it's always impossible to resist in the moment, the way it feels like the sensation twravels straight from his throat to his dick, makes him gasp and his fingers flex and scrape against evan's scalp. ]
[ well. there's not no thoughts. a slip of paranoia runs through him and david strains a little against the grip in his hair to look at the door, some tiny part of him suddenly worried someone somehow got down here to take a peek without them noticing. david doesn't know what he'd do if that happened, but thankfully the door's still closed. ]