[ something about the combination of evan pulling him in, the faster pace, and the mouth on-- on wherever evan finds completely overwhelms him for a long moment. he clutches evan tightly, fingers digging in where he's holding evan hard enough they'd leave nasty bruises on someone with normal skin. a weak, desperate noise slips out that he'd be absolutely fucking mortified by if he was aware of it at all, but luckily david's really not aware of anything except what he can feel right now. ]
[ he curses again — sharper, harsher — rough nails raking down evan's back with a lot less care for wounds and shrapnel and whatever else than david usually shows. if it hurts either of them, right now it'd likely just be a bright spark intensifying it all anyway. ]
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[ he curses again — sharper, harsher — rough nails raking down evan's back with a lot less care for wounds and shrapnel and whatever else than david usually shows. if it hurts either of them, right now it'd likely just be a bright spark intensifying it all anyway. ]