[ david flinches when evan's fingers trip over an injury on his back, but as sharp as the pain is, it's not enough to pull him out of this. he moans softly against evan's throat, ducking once he's satisfied with his work to try and find evan's face and draw him into a kiss. ]
[ when evan lets go of his leg, david hitches it at his hip, wraps it around him enough to give himself some stability. leverage to be able to pull himself in and rock his hips to move with evan. the hand he has at his hip he pushes around to his lower back, nails dragging against his skin as he feels him out, the familiar roughness of his skin, the way his muscles flex when he moves. he would've thought he'd be bored of this by now, but instead david finds himself craving that touch almost as much as any other part of this. ]
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[ when evan lets go of his leg, david hitches it at his hip, wraps it around him enough to give himself some stability. leverage to be able to pull himself in and rock his hips to move with evan. the hand he has at his hip he pushes around to his lower back, nails dragging against his skin as he feels him out, the familiar roughness of his skin, the way his muscles flex when he moves. he would've thought he'd be bored of this by now, but instead david finds himself craving that touch almost as much as any other part of this. ]