[ that's what does it. every time. the intensity of it, the pressure, the sensation of it all. it drags him over the edge right on the heels of david's orgasm, making him snarl something wordless against his skin and tighten his grip to the point where it might actually hurt - for the arm around his back to potentially do damage. it's not intentional, but fuck.
maybe it's been a little too long since he last got david in here.
it takes a little while for him to get control again, and he doesn't hurry that along. his grip loosens eventually but he doesn't let go or pull away once the world starts coming back. it'll happen later. for now he stays right where he is, fingers moving off the bruises he's probably left on david's hip only to curl around a spot a little higher, fist uncurling from david's hair to rest on the back of his neck instead. ]
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maybe it's been a little too long since he last got david in here.
it takes a little while for him to get control again, and he doesn't hurry that along. his grip loosens eventually but he doesn't let go or pull away once the world starts coming back. it'll happen later. for now he stays right where he is, fingers moving off the bruises he's probably left on david's hip only to curl around a spot a little higher, fist uncurling from david's hair to rest on the back of his neck instead. ]