[ god that is a new kind of pain. the pinning, the pressure, that's all whatever, and evan still being inside him wasn't necessarily unpleasant when he was mostly still, but that bit of jostling is enough that it hits his senses sharp and blinding for. he shudders, presses his forehead against the table and lets out a low whine. ]

Told you to get the fuck off me.

[ pulls again at evan's grip on his arms for emphasis. it feels insane to him that this is even an issue right now. ]

Still fuckin' holding me down and you wanna ask what my problem is? The fuck's wrong with you?