[ there's things he could say. names he could call david. insults. a lot of things that come to mind. but for the moment, he stays silent, except for his own breathing and a growl that might not be entirely intentional as he grinds against david, keeping him caught painfully against the edge of the table. comments might change the way this is going, but more annoyingly, he's got the suspicion that's what certain other killers would do in the situation. so like hell he's going to.
it is still pretty quick how fast david went from a tense, fighting mess to just a mess, even if he can still see the tension and knows that if he lets up even a little the fight's going to come to him. he leans back to start fucking him again - as hard as before, and now a little quicker - but doesn't let go. the arm he keeps pinned; his fingers twist a little tighter in david's hair, first making the pain twinge and sting, and then pulling him up again, further back, enough that the pain might overtake something more pleasant.
words slightly less insulting come to mind. not that these will necessarily go over all that well, but that's a later problem. ]
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it is still pretty quick how fast david went from a tense, fighting mess to just a mess, even if he can still see the tension and knows that if he lets up even a little the fight's going to come to him. he leans back to start fucking him again - as hard as before, and now a little quicker - but doesn't let go. the arm he keeps pinned; his fingers twist a little tighter in david's hair, first making the pain twinge and sting, and then pulling him up again, further back, enough that the pain might overtake something more pleasant.
words slightly less insulting come to mind. not that these will necessarily go over all that well, but that's a later problem. ]
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