[ the hand on his neck, face pressed into the table so all he can smell is the wood and the metal and grease it's been party too for however long, the hit to his elbow that gets a noise somewhere between surprise and pain out of him. pinned between his neck and his hips, david seethes, has to actively take a breath and remind himself this is what he wants to bring the anger back from a boil to a simmer. ]
[ he plants his hands on the table, tries to push up against evan's hand, but even if he wasn't here fresh off a death david's not entirely sure he could manage it. tries again for good measure, but the effort doesn't really seem worth it. half considers kicking back, trying to get one of evan's knees, but having his pants ripped down so suddenly genuinely shocks him into stillness for a second. it shouldn't really be a surprise, all things considered, but it is. ]
--Well, look who woke up.
[ it comes out muffled on account of how he's halfway to becoming one with the workbench, but that half-teasing, half-mocking tone is still there. as if he's not the one pinned over a bench with his ass out right now. ]
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[ he plants his hands on the table, tries to push up against evan's hand, but even if he wasn't here fresh off a death david's not entirely sure he could manage it. tries again for good measure, but the effort doesn't really seem worth it. half considers kicking back, trying to get one of evan's knees, but having his pants ripped down so suddenly genuinely shocks him into stillness for a second. it shouldn't really be a surprise, all things considered, but it is. ]
--Well, look who woke up.
[ it comes out muffled on account of how he's halfway to becoming one with the workbench, but that half-teasing, half-mocking tone is still there. as if he's not the one pinned over a bench with his ass out right now. ]