[ there's more than a little satisfaction in hearing david, endlessly proud, endlessly infuriating, give in again. this time while at one of the furthest points of rage, or at least pretty damn close to it. he's already getting gone long enough to lose his grip on anything but what he can feel, if the way he stumbles over the question is evidence enough.
evan jerks him back a little, making sure he's paying attention. (as if he isn't.) ]
Tell me how bad you want this.
[ he slows down some, maybe to give him more room to focus and maybe to piss him off. the edge of pain in fucking him without much to ease things barely registers for evan, given all the other problems buried in his skin, and so even if he's not past the point of control it's a little difficult to slow down too much. there's as much tension in him as in david, for similar reasons. ]
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evan jerks him back a little, making sure he's paying attention. (as if he isn't.) ]
Tell me how bad you want this.
[ he slows down some, maybe to give him more room to focus and maybe to piss him off. the edge of pain in fucking him without much to ease things barely registers for evan, given all the other problems buried in his skin, and so even if he's not past the point of control it's a little difficult to slow down too much. there's as much tension in him as in david, for similar reasons. ]