[ david shudders, keeps hos grip tight on evan as he races toward his own end. can't quite hold in the low, complaining groan as it starts to slip into overstimulation, but evan finishes before it becomes a problem. he hates that it doesn't feel weird anymore — that it feels good — but it's not nearly enough to outweigh the heavy weight of satisfaction that makes david sink into the mattress when evan stills. ]
[ god but is he thankful for it when those moments pass and evan lets up a little, still a little uncomfortable but at least the bend doesn't feel fucking unnatural. his own grip on evan loosens in turn, hands not leaving his body but falling to rest more naturally on him, and he stretches out his leg a little just to try and shake off some of that leftover tension. ]
[ he wouldn't admit it, but david's pretty sure he needed that. couldn't possibly say why he needed it to be so hard, but at this point the list of things he opts not to think about concerning evan is long enough that oscar wilde could use it for a filler chapter. why not add that to it too? especially right now when he's too sore and warm and worn out to give much thought to anything at all. ]
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[ god but is he thankful for it when those moments pass and evan lets up a little, still a little uncomfortable but at least the bend doesn't feel fucking unnatural. his own grip on evan loosens in turn, hands not leaving his body but falling to rest more naturally on him, and he stretches out his leg a little just to try and shake off some of that leftover tension. ]
[ he wouldn't admit it, but david's pretty sure he needed that. couldn't possibly say why he needed it to be so hard, but at this point the list of things he opts not to think about concerning evan is long enough that oscar wilde could use it for a filler chapter. why not add that to it too? especially right now when he's too sore and warm and worn out to give much thought to anything at all. ]