[ touch doesn't get through to him as much as other people, thanks to years of minework and injuries and being here, but he does still feel it. the pressure, the sparks of pleasure when it's not the obvious injuries david's feeling out, the sensation of something almost like cold against his perpetual heat.
he makes a small noise against david's touch but keeps himself otherwise focused on leaving bruises along david's neck and shoulder, keeping his hand moving, letting the other one roam. it doesn't occur to him for a little while that there's something else he needs if this is going to go anywhere, but it's on another workbench and he doesn't really want to separate them just yet.
it's fine. there's time. david's just about wrapped around him anyway. hasn't gone for his dick yet, so he's not that eager to get started. slow burn. it doesn't occur to evan that maybe just this might be a draw for david - not just as a survivor, but at all. ]
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he makes a small noise against david's touch but keeps himself otherwise focused on leaving bruises along david's neck and shoulder, keeping his hand moving, letting the other one roam. it doesn't occur to him for a little while that there's something else he needs if this is going to go anywhere, but it's on another workbench and he doesn't really want to separate them just yet.
it's fine. there's time. david's just about wrapped around him anyway. hasn't gone for his dick yet, so he's not that eager to get started. slow burn. it doesn't occur to evan that maybe just this might be a draw for david - not just as a survivor, but at all. ]