[ that's what he was looking for. not a total loss of self-control but it's shredding. falling apart under the onslaught. evan doubles down, or at least makes an attempt since there's not a whole hell of a lot of room to do so. his hand in david's hair pulls his head back a little further; he moves to leave a mark up closer to his jaw, almost as his ear; the other hand digs fingers and nails into david's hip; and he doesn't really speed up but he goes harder with every thrust. again, as best he can. they're already this close and caught up. hard to make it better where they are.
he could get a hand around david, but he doesn't. that's deliberate. david could, but then he'd have to let evan go in turn.
maybe a different time - nah. better not to think about that now. he doesn't usually plan for the future. there's not a point here. they tend to do this on impulse, with whatever's around. planning suggests a regularity. consistency. wouldn't work for them. ]
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he could get a hand around david, but he doesn't. that's deliberate. david could, but then he'd have to let evan go in turn.
maybe a different time - nah. better not to think about that now. he doesn't usually plan for the future. there's not a point here. they tend to do this on impulse, with whatever's around. planning suggests a regularity. consistency. wouldn't work for them. ]