[ give up. the words hit david like a shockwave and he practically snarls in response. it's not that, not to him, but there's only so much he can struggle against this knowing all it's going to do is tire him out too much to do anything. what's he supposed to do? keep wriggling around just to make it entertaining? ]

[ he ignores the question, honestly david feels like the answer's pretty fucking obvious right now. ]

The fuck is this, huh? You're always pulling shit like this. [ and david's sick of it honestly, now that he thinks about it. every time evan's made a point of pinning him, or trying to get him to beg, or whatever other shit. ] Like you can't fuckin' get off unless someone's making you feel all big and special.

[ the disdain is clear on his face, in the way he wrinkles his nose as he speaks, the pull of his lips. ironically, it's the stopping and starting that's really pushing david here. if evan just tied him up and went ahead he'd be pissed, but ultimately he'd get over it. maybe after some petty revenge, maybe not. this whole thing feels like some sort of headgame, some insane bullshit that david can't even figure out. ]