[ david's surprise when evan moves toward him is brief, he doesn't necessarily hide it well but it's a small thing, raised eyebrows before he catches himself. ]
Thinkin' about it.
[ he's joking, david would hope that if that's not obvious on its own, the way he reaches out once evan's close enough to grip the front of evan's waders and tug him in closer should say plenty. ]
[ he lets david pull him a little closer - if he wasn't interested, or didn't care to let david have that kind of leeway, it'd take a lot more than a tug to get him moving. ]
Then you gotta pay.
[ also mostly a joke. more an implication. now that they're close enough, he gets a hand on david, up at his neck to tilt his head back. all the bruises are long since gone, and not just because of time. there's more than a few downsides to the way this place heals.
but there's upsides, too. he presses his thumb over the pulse, feels the heartbeat, knows he can just leave more marks. more bruises. more anything. ]
[ david lets him tilt his head back, looks up at his mask with lidded eyes and a gently amused expression over this stupid conversation, lets out a quiet breath through his nose at the press of evan's thumb. ]
[ the excuse, the little story, isn't necessary. they could just go at it. he could have just walked over and started. david probably wouldn't have complained. it shouldn't matter. none of it should.
but it's there, anyway, and so's david. not pissed off. not running. not fighting. not anything but there. thoughts and impulses clash, but in the end - as usual - the impulses win out. he can think later, if he does at all.
evan shifts his grip a little, pushes david's head back a little more, and with his free hand reaches up to pull his mask up just enough that he can lean in and bite at that exposed throat. to leave another mark that'll fade into a bruise and then vanish. despite the slow approach, the lack of vitriol in anything they've done so far, it's an abrupt move, and fierce, and while it won't draw blood or hurt in a way that ruins things it's clearly pulling from something evan isn't really thinking about.
his hand drops from his mask to the front of david's shirt and bunches it into a fist, like he's ready to rip it right off him. ]
[ david absolutely wouldn't have complained, but sometimes it's just nice to be a little stupid about these things. it keeps his good mood rolling along, a pleased hum vibrating in his throat when evan pushes his head back a little more, encouraging him with a hand at the back of his neck when he leans in. ]
[ his free hand goes to find the buckle on the good side of evan's waders to undo it, matches evan's change in energy by dragging blunt nails down his chest, over a nipple, when it's free to him. shamelessly (and apparently unbothered by the way evan grabs his shirt, simply moving closer with the pull) cups and squeezes that pec in a rough grip with another low, pleased noise. ]
[ the way david responds - the way he reciprocates, hands on him, nails against skin that feels a little more than the rest of him and makes a spark run along his skin - removes the edge of restraint he'd been allowing. his grip in david's shirt tightens, then rips it - down, not off but open, not quite to the edge but enough to bare more skin that he goes for almost immediately. at the collarbone, where the bite will be more clearly felt.
his hand on david's neck moves up into his hair and grips it to keep david's head back. maybe the torn shirt won't be well received. he doesn't really care at this point. clothes, like people, tend to repair in this place.
the other hand, with the shirt now open, moves again - wraps his arm around david's waist and drags him in against evan, making sure he's not going anywhere and giving david about as much access to him as he's got. the closeness probably also gives david a hint of how fast this is getting him going. ]
[ it'll annoy him later, but right now all the torn shirt does is help rile david up. not that it ever really takes much to get him going, but something about the speed this has escalated at along with the intensity of it has david letting out another low, appreciative noise. one that shifts into a quiet moan at the bite to his collarbone, at the way evan pulls him in closer. ]
[ it's all extremely overwhelming for a second, just a moment before david catches himself, fingertips scraping and digging in where he's holding evan's neck. his other hand he slips from his chest down the back of evan's waders to grab his ass in a similarly rough grip, pulling evan with as he turns and backs up against the table he's been leaning against. ]
[ the brief attempt to direct them has evan resisting until he realizes where david intends to go, and then he follows, almost pushing david until they're fully against it. the fingers at his waist grip his belt, but there's no way to get it off like this. he takes the moment to grind against him instead, one knee between david's thighs, no space between them to even pretend this is something other than what it is.
three marks along his collarbone later and evan pulls back just enough to see what he's left, and only then does he finally give them both a little space. only enough to move his hands back to the front again, to rip the shirt open fully and pull at david's pants, belt or zipper or whatever's in the way.
the pull of his own clothes on the metal in his shoulder is easy to ignore, for the moment. right now he just wants david at least partly stripped. there's time to get his clothes off later. ]
[ something about the resistance and then being pushed almost makes david laugh, a quiet breath through his nose as he braces himself against the table to properly be able to take advantage of that leg between his, no encouragement needed to grind back against him. ]
[ times like this, david finds himself wishing evan would wear some normal clothes around here so he could get access to more of him without having to wait for him to unhook his stupid waders. he's seen the guy in trousers, but apparently that's no good out in the mines or whatever. ]
[ that complaint is pretty quickly knocked out of his head when evan finishes ripping his shirt open, the shock of it enough to pull his attention back to what evan's hands are doing along with the barest consideration that he doesn't want his pants to get the same treatment. moves his hands to take over undoing his belt and getting the button open on his jeans. takes the opportunity now evan's no longer at his collarbone to dip his head and return the favour; teeth at the underside of his jaw, down the side of his neck. ]
[ the bites against his neck spark something furious in the back of his mind, but he chokes it back and lets david do it. it's not the first time and the sensation is more than just a graze. it also occupies david. so does going to undo his own pants rather than letting evan at them and run the risk of tearing them.
they'd be harder to get in that state than a shirt, but he'd try, if only out of instinct and urge.
as david works at his pants evan gets his hands on david's chest. pushes the torn shirt down over his shoulders, feels him out, the same way he's done before but with a harder touch this time, like he might want to leave a bruise everywhere. when the belt's undone and the pants open he's immediately got his hands moving down david's back, under them, under the underwear, returning the squeeze from a moment ago and shifting his leg up just a little to make the grind harder. ]
[ the second his pants are undone, david shrugs out of his torn shirt, lets it fall on the table behind him, and gets his hands back on evan immediately. one up at the other side of his neck, the other moving down his side, to his back. exploring, like evan's body is still new to him. ]
[ his fingers curl against his skin when evan grabs him, pushes his leg higher, forces a gasp and a low groan out of david where his lips are against evan's neck. unintentionally biting harder, though he doubts that's any real problem. ]
[ he also murmurs something impatient against evan's neck, tugs at his waders for emphasis. david would like them removed asap please. ]
[ there's an urgency to what david says, muted against his skin, which evan picks up on. getting the waders undone, though, requires him to let go, however briefly.
but he does. one hand pulls away and undoes the clasp that keeps it hooked to him. it takes longer than with two, but this isn't the first time he's done it, and there's a mild relief as they drop to his waist without the pull against the metal. he shifts back briefly to let them hit the floor, and then he's back against david.
and like david, he doesn't waste the opportunity to get as much as he can. pulls at david's remaining clothes to get them off, down, whatever. he's not thinking about what to do next. it'll happen. they'll figure it out. right now, he growls something indecipherable against david's ear. a sound more of the same urgency david's probably feeling than any real attempt at words. ]
[ david's way ahead of him there, when evan pulls back to let his waders drop, david pushes his jeans down far as he can, enough that they're not in the way when evan's back against him. he can kick them the rest of the way off whenever. right now he's far more interested in getting his hands back on evan. on his back, pulling him as close as he can. other hand dropping to search out his cock, though that's admittedly for himself than it is for evan. ]
[ he responds to the noise evan makes like it's a question, tilts his head briefly in thought before he hoists himself back and up on the table, hastily kicks his jeans the rest of the way off as he does and reaches for evan's neck to pull him back in at the same time. ]
[ they're close enough to the same page that there's no complaint evan's going to make, at least not now. david's stripped and on the workbench without him having to ask or even suggest it. evan's between his legs right after. the hand on him makes him growl, both from the feel of it and the abruptness of it - the forwardness.
not that david's ever been the shy type so far.
he's got both hands on david's thighs, ready to just go when an inconvenient thought bounces off the over-focused forefront of his brain. he glances around. no grease. no oil. it's all on another table. just far enough away to kill the heat, he knows -
except there's one jar, back behind a few bottles of pine tar. it's probably old (what isn't?). just straight bear grease. it'll have to suffice. it's not like it'll cause a problem in the long term.
evan reaches behind david's head onto the shelf, knocking aside the other bottles to get to it. ]
[ if david knew what evan was looking for, he'd probably burst out laughing out of sheer disbelief. maybe a little disgust, but really is it any worse than the grease he uses dor his traps? really it's just a relief that he even remembered because david might not have until pain shocked him out of the moment. ]
[ he ducks his head out of the way of evan's arm, takes this as an opportunity to resume his earlier attentions on evan's neck, on the other side, biting where it meets the curve of his shoulder. ome hand dropping between them to wrap around evan's dick again, stroke him firm but slow. not that he particularly §needs the help, but the quietly pleased rumble it draws out of david probably suggests quite plainly that it's still for his own interest. ]
[ it takes focus to get the jar down, to get it open, to get enough on his hand to suffice while david's hands are on him. it shouldn't, but it does. the bites are easier to feel now just because of the heat that's built up. that could be good, and might be bad, but either way he's not about to say a word about it.
evan tries to avoid interrupting david much as he gets his hand back between them. underneath david. his other hand shifts where it is to get under one leg and push it up - not nudge or suggest, but just push, getting his other hand the access he needs. there's barely any pause before he's pressing two fingers inside.
it's abrupt and rough. he's only thinking about one thing, aiming for one goal. not necessarily just fucking david, though, which is a fact he's letting slide for now. so he's not going to take too long with this before he moves that hand back to his own cock. ]
[ david shifts a little forward on the workbench, adjusts to put his weight down on his other leg when evan pushes the other one up. it's still not quite instinct, but david remembers enough from last time to adjust without much thought. unintentionally bites down harder on evan's throat at the rough press of his fingers, but david's not about to apologise for it. he's pretty sure evan's bitten him harder than that anyway. ]
[ he grimaces at the sensation when those fingers are gone, takes a deep breath and tilts his head up to seek out-- ]
[ -- that fucking mask. how did he forget evan was still wearing it? david pulls a bit of a face, lifts a hand toward the edge of it and pauses. ]
Can I...?
[ he doesn't actually touch the mask — he's kinda picked up that's a no go for evan — but nobody's fucking anyone until that comes off. ]
[ for a second, evan pauses, hand around himself and the blood burning in his veins. david's question reminds him that he's barely seeing with the way the mask is tilted up - not that he needed to - and while he's not going to say no, both of his hands are occupied. letting go to take it off doesn't seem feasible right now.
but neither does letting david do it. then again, the chances of david doing anything stupid now seem pretty low. ]
Fine.
[ it's a growl, impatient, irritated, hungry. he holds out long enough for david to get the mask off, to see him fully again, to know that he's being seen, at least as much as the light in the workshop will allow, before he's moving to push into david without any real warning. ]
[ david is in fact pretty careful with the mask, oddly respectful, even. not slow or gentle about it, quick to push it up and off evan's head and put it aside, but there is a care to the way he does it that david isn't even consciously aware of. ]
[ that's not important though. david's reaching again for evan's neck to pull him into a kiss as soon as that's done, all teeth and tongue the way it usually is with them. ]
[ he curses sharply against evan's lips when he moves ahead, inhales through his nose, but even if it's a rougher start than he'd like, evan's roughness and impatience is its own sort of comfortable in its familiarity at this point. not necessarily easy to deal with, but as long as he manages the amount of consideration he has done so far, david can handle it without (much) complaint. ]
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[ he'll recognize the care later, the fact that his mask is aside on the table, not on the floor or tossed carelessly on the edge. right now, all he's focused on is this. the sensation. the heat. the hunger. his own fixations.
the kiss is brief and rough before david's swearing cuts them off, but doesn't separate them. he buries himself in david and for once pauses, not so much to let david acclimate as to get a grip on himself, although if it works both ways that's no loss for him. he hasn't really thought so far. just acted, let instinct drive him.
he should think. but why bother? david's clearly not complaining.
evan moves both hands back to david, one on his hip, the other on the back of his head with fingers curling in his hair, as he moves past the moment of attempted clarity and fucks him. not much preamble, but not so rough it'll hurt for more than a few moments or disrupt where they are. he bites into the kiss again before pulling david's head back and going for his throat again, to the places he didn't get a chance to leave marks before. ]
[ david isn't really thinking much either. not now, not anymore. he curls one hand around the back of evan's neck, the other he drags down to his hip, fingers digging in with soft grunts of discomfort when evan gets started. noises that slip into low, breathy groans as it slips into pleasure, as evan tilts his head back and goes for his throat. ]
[ the hand on his neck moves up to the back of evan's head, encouraging like always, even when he tells himself he's not gonna let evan go to town on him like this next time. it's always impossible to resist in the moment, the way it feels like the sensation twravels straight from his throat to his dick, makes him gasp and his fingers flex and scrape against evan's scalp. ]
[ well. there's not no thoughts. a slip of paranoia runs through him and david strains a little against the grip in his hair to look at the door, some tiny part of him suddenly worried someone somehow got down here to take a peek without them noticing. david doesn't know what he'd do if that happened, but thankfully the door's still closed. ]
[ evan has no concerns about being watched. it's unlikely - though not impossible - and he, personally, doesn't give a shit. but he knows survivors are different, and have their attitudes, their reputations, their whole little culture built up that keeps them sane.
still, the most he can do - and will do - is shut the door and set traps. dedicated people might get around them and peer inside, but few bother. even ghost face, these days, although that he shows up at all is still enough for evan to consider him a serious problem.
right now the door is shut and silent. right now all evan's focused on is david. on keeping his head back so he can bite and so david can't hide anything. it might be easier doing this other ways, in other places, but that's never what he thinks about. just starting. getting what he wants - what they both want - out of it.
so there's no pause or hesitation on his end as he keeps going, shifting his grip on david's leg to hold him up and open better. there won't be any complaints, he guesses. ]
[ david stares at the door a little longer, his brain cycling through who would be worse to come through, if he'd be mortified to be spotted by a killer or a survivor. probably a survivor. the thought sticks once it goes through his mind; if they'd still trust him if they saw this, saw the way he moans and shudders and bares his throat for evan so easily. ]
[ his full attention snaps back to evan when he pushes his leg up that little bit more, back arching and head falling back as he curses again and claws at evan like he wants to feel blood under his nails. fingers digging in like he could get enough purchase to rip away chunks of flesh. uses his grip on evan's hip to urge him deeper. ]
[ if david could draw blood by scratching, evan would be legitimately impressed. it's happened but it's rare. skin so burned and rough it might as well be the iron he's always mined is another one of the entity's little gifts, although in fairness he was halfway there even before he arrived.
but he can understand what that means. more. they don't have to exchange words. neither one of them is much for talk when actions do a hell of a lot more.
so he gives david more. shoves his leg up a little more and lets go of his hair to drag his own short, broken nails down the back of david's neck, across his shoulders to his back. david's got a solid enough grip on him that evan doesn't need to anchor him, as much as holding him in place has an appeal.
against the bites he growls something that isn't quite words. hunger more than anything else. even as he's in the middle of sating it. ]
[ good. perfect. david's breath catches in his throat, voice coming out as a growl as he keeps his grip tight on evan. in some ways it's kind of a relief how hard it is to break evan's skin, means he doesn't need to keep himself aware of how hard he's gripping, doesn't have to worry that he's going to hurt him seriously (unless he wants to). at worst it'll bruise, but even that seems unlikely. ]
[ he shudders, moans hoarse and breathless. almost. he's tense, feels like a cord stretched to its limit, about to snap. david doesn't say anything, but he figures he doesn't need to, evan should know the signs by now. the way david pants and his body clenches tight around him, a noise slipping out of him that's at once both broken and desperate. ]
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Thinkin' about it.
[ he's joking, david would hope that if that's not obvious on its own, the way he reaches out once evan's close enough to grip the front of evan's waders and tug him in closer should say plenty. ]
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Then you gotta pay.
[ also mostly a joke. more an implication. now that they're close enough, he gets a hand on david, up at his neck to tilt his head back. all the bruises are long since gone, and not just because of time. there's more than a few downsides to the way this place heals.
but there's upsides, too. he presses his thumb over the pulse, feels the heartbeat, knows he can just leave more marks. more bruises. more anything. ]
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[ david lets him tilt his head back, looks up at his mask with lidded eyes and a gently amused expression over this stupid conversation, lets out a quiet breath through his nose at the press of evan's thumb. ]
Guess I can do that.
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but it's there, anyway, and so's david. not pissed off. not running. not fighting. not anything but there. thoughts and impulses clash, but in the end - as usual - the impulses win out. he can think later, if he does at all.
evan shifts his grip a little, pushes david's head back a little more, and with his free hand reaches up to pull his mask up just enough that he can lean in and bite at that exposed throat. to leave another mark that'll fade into a bruise and then vanish. despite the slow approach, the lack of vitriol in anything they've done so far, it's an abrupt move, and fierce, and while it won't draw blood or hurt in a way that ruins things it's clearly pulling from something evan isn't really thinking about.
his hand drops from his mask to the front of david's shirt and bunches it into a fist, like he's ready to rip it right off him. ]
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[ his free hand goes to find the buckle on the good side of evan's waders to undo it, matches evan's change in energy by dragging blunt nails down his chest, over a nipple, when it's free to him. shamelessly (and apparently unbothered by the way evan grabs his shirt, simply moving closer with the pull) cups and squeezes that pec in a rough grip with another low, pleased noise. ]
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his hand on david's neck moves up into his hair and grips it to keep david's head back. maybe the torn shirt won't be well received. he doesn't really care at this point. clothes, like people, tend to repair in this place.
the other hand, with the shirt now open, moves again - wraps his arm around david's waist and drags him in against evan, making sure he's not going anywhere and giving david about as much access to him as he's got. the closeness probably also gives david a hint of how fast this is getting him going. ]
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at the bite to his collarbone, at the way evan pulls him in closer. ]
[ it's all extremely overwhelming for a second, just a moment before david catches himself, fingertips scraping and digging in where he's holding evan's neck. his other hand he slips from his chest down the back of evan's waders to grab his ass in a similarly rough grip, pulling evan with as he turns and backs up against the table he's been leaning against. ]
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three marks along his collarbone later and evan pulls back just enough to see what he's left, and only then does he finally give them both a little space. only enough to move his hands back to the front again, to rip the shirt open fully and pull at david's pants, belt or zipper or whatever's in the way.
the pull of his own clothes on the metal in his shoulder is easy to ignore, for the moment. right now he just wants david at least partly stripped. there's time to get his clothes off later. ]
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[ times like this, david finds himself wishing evan would wear some normal clothes around here so he could get access to more of him without having to wait for him to unhook his stupid waders. he's seen the guy in trousers, but apparently that's no good out in the mines or whatever. ]
[ that complaint is pretty quickly knocked out of his head when evan finishes ripping his shirt open, the shock of it enough to pull his attention back to what evan's hands are doing along with the barest consideration that he doesn't want his pants to get the same treatment. moves his hands to take over undoing his belt and getting the button open on his jeans. takes the opportunity now evan's no longer at his collarbone to dip his head and return the favour; teeth at the underside of his jaw, down the side of his neck. ]
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they'd be harder to get in that state than a shirt, but he'd try, if only out of instinct and urge.
as david works at his pants evan gets his hands on david's chest. pushes the torn shirt down over his shoulders, feels him out, the same way he's done before but with a harder touch this time, like he might want to leave a bruise everywhere. when the belt's undone and the pants open he's immediately got his hands moving down david's back, under them, under the underwear, returning the squeeze from a moment ago and shifting his leg up just a little to make the grind harder. ]
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[ his fingers curl against his skin when evan grabs him, pushes his leg higher, forces a gasp and a low groan out of david where his lips are against evan's neck. unintentionally biting harder, though he doubts that's any real problem. ]
[ he also murmurs something impatient against evan's neck, tugs at his waders for emphasis. david would like them removed asap please. ]
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but he does. one hand pulls away and undoes the clasp that keeps it hooked to him. it takes longer than with two, but this isn't the first time he's done it, and there's a mild relief as they drop to his waist without the pull against the metal. he shifts back briefly to let them hit the floor, and then he's back against david.
and like david, he doesn't waste the opportunity to get as much as he can. pulls at david's remaining clothes to get them off, down, whatever. he's not thinking about what to do next. it'll happen. they'll figure it out. right now, he growls something indecipherable against david's ear. a sound more of the same urgency david's probably feeling than any real attempt at words. ]
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[ he responds to the noise evan makes like it's a question, tilts his head briefly in thought before he hoists himself back and up on the table, hastily kicks his jeans the rest of the way off as he does and reaches for evan's neck to pull him back in at the same time. ]
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not that david's ever been the shy type so far.
he's got both hands on david's thighs, ready to just go when an inconvenient thought bounces off the over-focused forefront of his brain. he glances around. no grease. no oil. it's all on another table. just far enough away to kill the heat, he knows -
except there's one jar, back behind a few bottles of pine tar. it's probably old (what isn't?). just straight bear grease. it'll have to suffice. it's not like it'll cause a problem in the long term.
evan reaches behind david's head onto the shelf, knocking aside the other bottles to get to it. ]
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[ he ducks his head out of the way of evan's arm, takes this as an opportunity to resume his earlier attentions on evan's neck, on the other side, biting where it meets the curve of his shoulder. ome hand dropping between them to wrap around evan's dick again, stroke him firm but slow. not that he particularly §needs the help, but the quietly pleased rumble it draws out of david probably suggests quite plainly that it's still for his own interest. ]
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evan tries to avoid interrupting david much as he gets his hand back between them. underneath david. his other hand shifts where it is to get under one leg and push it up - not nudge or suggest, but just push, getting his other hand the access he needs. there's barely any pause before he's pressing two fingers inside.
it's abrupt and rough. he's only thinking about one thing, aiming for one goal. not necessarily just fucking david, though, which is a fact he's letting slide for now. so he's not going to take too long with this before he moves that hand back to his own cock. ]
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[ he grimaces at the sensation when those fingers are gone, takes a deep breath and tilts his head up to seek out-- ]
[ -- that fucking mask. how did he forget evan was still wearing it? david pulls a bit of a face, lifts a hand toward the edge of it and pauses. ]
Can I...?
[ he doesn't actually touch the mask — he's kinda picked up that's a no go for evan — but nobody's fucking anyone until that comes off. ]
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but neither does letting david do it. then again, the chances of david doing anything stupid now seem pretty low. ]
Fine.
[ it's a growl, impatient, irritated, hungry. he holds out long enough for david to get the mask off, to see him fully again, to know that he's being seen, at least as much as the light in the workshop will allow, before he's moving to push into david without any real warning. ]
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[ that's not important though. david's reaching again for evan's neck to pull him into a kiss as soon as that's done, all teeth and tongue the way it usually is with them. ]
[ he curses sharply against evan's lips when he moves ahead, inhales through his nose, but even if it's a rougher start than he'd like, evan's roughness and impatience is its own sort of comfortable in its familiarity at this point. not necessarily easy to deal with, but as long as he manages the amount of consideration he has done so far, david can handle it without (much) complaint. ]
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the kiss is brief and rough before david's swearing cuts them off, but doesn't separate them. he buries himself in david and for once pauses, not so much to let david acclimate as to get a grip on himself, although if it works both ways that's no loss for him. he hasn't really thought so far. just acted, let instinct drive him.
he should think. but why bother? david's clearly not complaining.
evan moves both hands back to david, one on his hip, the other on the back of his head with fingers curling in his hair, as he moves past the moment of attempted clarity and fucks him. not much preamble, but not so rough it'll hurt for more than a few moments or disrupt where they are. he bites into the kiss again before pulling david's head back and going for his throat again, to the places he didn't get a chance to leave marks before. ]
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[ the hand on his neck moves up to the back of evan's head, encouraging like always, even when he tells himself he's not gonna let evan go to town on him like this next time. it's always impossible to resist in the moment, the way it feels like the sensation twravels straight from his throat to his dick, makes him gasp and his fingers flex and scrape against evan's scalp. ]
[ well. there's not no thoughts. a slip of paranoia runs through him and david strains a little against the grip in his hair to look at the door, some tiny part of him suddenly worried someone somehow got down here to take a peek without them noticing. david doesn't know what he'd do if that happened, but thankfully the door's still closed. ]
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still, the most he can do - and will do - is shut the door and set traps. dedicated people might get around them and peer inside, but few bother. even ghost face, these days, although that he shows up at all is still enough for evan to consider him a serious problem.
right now the door is shut and silent. right now all evan's focused on is david. on keeping his head back so he can bite and so david can't hide anything. it might be easier doing this other ways, in other places, but that's never what he thinks about. just starting. getting what he wants - what they both want - out of it.
so there's no pause or hesitation on his end as he keeps going, shifting his grip on david's leg to hold him up and open better. there won't be any complaints, he guesses. ]
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[ his full attention snaps back to evan when he pushes his leg up that little bit more, back arching and head falling back as he curses again and claws at evan like he wants to feel blood under his nails. fingers digging in like he could get enough purchase to rip away chunks of flesh. uses his grip on evan's hip to urge him deeper. ]
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but he can understand what that means. more. they don't have to exchange words. neither one of them is much for talk when actions do a hell of a lot more.
so he gives david more. shoves his leg up a little more and lets go of his hair to drag his own short, broken nails down the back of david's neck, across his shoulders to his back. david's got a solid enough grip on him that evan doesn't need to anchor him, as much as holding him in place has an appeal.
against the bites he growls something that isn't quite words. hunger more than anything else. even as he's in the middle of sating it. ]
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[ he shudders, moans hoarse and breathless. almost. he's tense, feels like a cord stretched to its limit, about to snap. david doesn't say anything, but he figures he doesn't need to, evan should know the signs by now. the way david pants and his body clenches tight around him, a noise slipping out of him that's at once both broken and desperate. ]
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