[ david could restrain himself, (or at least he likes to think he could,) but why would he? at a basic level, it feels good to let himself be this vocal, but he knows evan gets off on that shit too. ]
[ it doesn't take much more to push him over. david grits his teeth on a breathless almost-- between moans, the harder bites making him grip harder at the back of evan's head, the hand on his back digging into his skin as if he wants to rip chunks out of it. as if the skin to skin contact isn't enough and he would bury himself in evan's flesh if he could. ]
[ it doesn't take much more to push him over, the tension in him snapping suddenly, thighs clamping at evan's sides, squeezing and pulling him in as he comes. ]
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[ it doesn't take much more to push him over. david grits his teeth on a breathless almost-- between moans, the harder bites making him grip harder at the back of evan's head, the hand on his back digging into his skin as if he wants to rip chunks out of it. as if the skin to skin contact isn't enough and he would bury himself in evan's flesh if he could. ]
[ it doesn't take much more to push him over, the tension in him snapping suddenly, thighs clamping at evan's sides, squeezing and pulling him in as he comes. ]