[ it's always right on the precipice, that anger that can't be channelled into anything except violence, just barely kept at bay, especially here, because it's so much easier to let it consume him with evan than with other people. even now it feels like there's a million things pissing him off; being pinned over this workbench, evan's weight pressing against him, the fact that he's already half hard and all it really took was being tossed around a little to get him there. the unintentional low noise that rumbles low and quiet in response to the way evan squeezes his ass. all of it, little things chipping at the dam that keeps his temper from spilling over. ]
[ it's what makes david try to shake evan off, as if he could, part of his brain screaming disappointment at him for submitting like this when he should be trying to kill this guy for that bullshit in the trial. ]
I told you-- [ he turns his head and lets out a heavy breath, cranes his neck as much as the grip on it will allow. ] You wanna be a cunt about this, wanna throw your weight around, you're gonna have to make me.
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[ it's what makes david try to shake evan off, as if he could, part of his brain screaming disappointment at him for submitting like this when he should be trying to kill this guy for that bullshit in the trial. ]
I told you-- [ he turns his head and lets out a heavy breath, cranes his neck as much as the grip on it will allow. ] You wanna be a cunt about this, wanna throw your weight around, you're gonna have to make me.