[ david's not calming down, even if the outward expression of rage is quieter now. there's no calming down from that - not until this is over or one of them is dead. but the sudden stillness, the way he barely reacts, does make evan grimace slightly, because if he could get david to lose his grip with a hand then why's his cock so different?
it doesn't matter. he's started to get to know david - not intimately, despite everything, or in great detail, but he's started to figure some things out. what gets him going and what keeps him going. also that he's spiteful. that he touches, feels, holds on, grabs in ways evan's not familiar with.
that must be part of why he hates the rope. has to be. the rest - well, nobody who could beat him to death would like being tied up.
despite the urge not to bother, he lets david have a moment to adjust before he shifts his grip again, getting both hands on david's legs more firmly, gripping him just above the knees. holding him still - or maybe manhandling him as needed. their position is both more and less awkward at the same time, just because it's them. still. he's dealt with worse.
the moment to adjust is only a moment. then he starts, more slowly, holding the urge to make this even more violent and hateful than it already is by the throat so it can't take over. so that david doesn't have another excuse to snarl and bite and try to land a kick in his throat. so that this moves just past the rage into something else. ]
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it doesn't matter. he's started to get to know david - not intimately, despite everything, or in great detail, but he's started to figure some things out. what gets him going and what keeps him going. also that he's spiteful. that he touches, feels, holds on, grabs in ways evan's not familiar with.
that must be part of why he hates the rope. has to be. the rest - well, nobody who could beat him to death would like being tied up.
despite the urge not to bother, he lets david have a moment to adjust before he shifts his grip again, getting both hands on david's legs more firmly, gripping him just above the knees. holding him still - or maybe manhandling him as needed. their position is both more and less awkward at the same time, just because it's them. still. he's dealt with worse.
the moment to adjust is only a moment. then he starts, more slowly, holding the urge to make this even more violent and hateful than it already is by the throat so it can't take over. so that david doesn't have another excuse to snarl and bite and try to land a kick in his throat. so that this moves just past the rage into something else. ]