[ david grunts with that initial discomfort, closes his eyes and takes a breath just to try and ease it a little bit. try and relax the way his whole body feels coiled and tense, like he's ready to spring up at the first opportunity. it doesn't really do much but it's enough, he supposes, that evan doesn't have to fight him just to do this. ]
[ he plants his hands on the table, just for a second, wanting to move but not having any way to that would help. ends up rocking back a little onto evan's hand after some time, makes a quiet noise like one might after nicking a finger on something sharp, but it gives him a little space. takes the pressure off his hips where they've been pressed against the edge of the table. ]
[ it gives him just enough room too that he can move a hand down to wrap around his cock. the angle isn't great for it, can't move his hand much once it's down there, but he doesn't need all that. just enough that he can stroke himself to take the edge off, distract himself from any pain or discomfort while evan does what he has to. ]
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[ he plants his hands on the table, just for a second, wanting to move but not having any way to that would help. ends up rocking back a little onto evan's hand after some time, makes a quiet noise like one might after nicking a finger on something sharp, but it gives him a little space. takes the pressure off his hips where they've been pressed against the edge of the table. ]
[ it gives him just enough room too that he can move a hand down to wrap around his cock. the angle isn't great for it, can't move his hand much once it's down there, but he doesn't need all that. just enough that he can stroke himself to take the edge off, distract himself from any pain or discomfort while evan does what he has to. ]