[ 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. ]
[ david's close - he can tell. which is a little bit worrying - or should be, that they've done this enough now that he can pick up on the signs. it's not the first time and it probably won't be the last. but for now, he notices it, even as his own heartbeat deafens him, his own hunger tries to control him.
but for once, evan tries to fight that and keep his own control. not just fuck without thinking. david hasn't done anything particularly unreasonable lately, or gotten on his nerves, but the memories of all those other times he's fucked around and not found out aren't far away.
so evan stops. buried full in david, still holding on tight enough that it's unlikely david can try to continue it on his own.
maybe he's just being spiteful, but it's not out of real anger. just a little thought. an idea. ]
[ he's so close. david swears harshly, that familiar heat pooling, building to a peak. he feels his arms so tense it almost hurts, shaky, messy moans picking up when he's just about there-- ]
[ and then... nothing. david lifts his head, looks around in confusion for a moment, his first instinct being to look over at the door, but he doubts evan would give a fuck if someone walked in unless they actively interfered somehow. ]
[ is evan messing with him right now? short of taking his hands off evan to finish himself off there's nothing he can do in this position and that pisses him off. makes him growl in frustration, immediately almost annoyed enough to start a fight about this. ]
[ the almost instant switch from desperation to anger is almost funny. of course, he'd do the same thing, in david's position. ]
Wanted to see what you'd do.
[ 'get mad' was the most likely option. begging doesn't seem like something david would do. he got mad enough the last time evan tried to get that out of him, so he's not going to try again now. but that doesn't mean the idea isn't still there. ]
If I fucked off, you think you'd be able to finish anyway?
[ there's a little edge of amusement to that question, at least. but he's not planning on doing it. ]
[ god he's annoying sometimes. david rolls his eyes, annoyed and impatient to get on with it, however that shakes out. ]
Course.
[ it's not what he wants, but it wouldn't be difficult. getting it up and getting off are two things david has never struggled with, but it'd be a deeply unsatisfying orgasm, especially after the intensity of all this. ]
[ evan raises an eyebrow at david - briefly, just for a second, as if the simple answer is enough to make him question if he should continue, if it's going to be that easy.
there's a part of him that wonders how long he can get david to wait without getting a murder attempt. maybe another time.
evan shifts his grip, gets a better hold on david's leg just below the knee and moves the other hand down to get a grip at david's hip, and as requested, he gets on with it. but it's not as fast as before - not as hard, but just as deep. making sure there's nothing else to focus on except the deliberate feeling of it. it takes more focus than before but having stopped helps with that. at least, for the moment. ]
[ david hums once evan starts to move again after what feels like forever, a low, pleased note. it doesn't take long to get him moaning again, maybe not as loud or desperate as before, but that should be expected really. it's gonna take a minute for him to get back where he was. ]
[ part of him wants to shove evan away and just leave after that little interlude, but once he's moving again it reminds david pretty handily why he comes here, why he puts up with these moments where evan pushes his buttons. even now, there's still a part of him that really fucking resents how good it feels. how it sends sparks up his spine when evan sinks into him, when he fucks him just right and for a split second david almost forgets how annoyed he just was. ]
[ he reaches for evan's neck, intending to pull him in for a kiss. maybe not quite as violent a kiss as might be expected, but it's still aggressive, insistent. ]
[ there have been times when he wonders if just fucking isn't the only path for him to take - ideas that never had a chance to take root before have their opportunity here. but a lot of them make him think they're things certain other people would do, and he'll be damned before he lets that association sink in.
still, david's quick return, moving from anger back into hunger with barely a wasted second, makes him think. no point in acting on anything now, though. not when he's already pushed.
the kiss is almost a surprise, and there's a little reticence to it at first before the aggression follows to match - almost surpass - david's. he tightens his grip, manages to keep his pace steady rather than giving in to the urge to just go, keeps it up until he can feel david lose himself before being willing to lose himself to the same thing. ]
[ it doesn't take long for david to get back to that precipice, grasping harshly at evan again, moaning against his lips. david murmurs something that might be a warning against him, but it comes out more like a wordless snarl than anything. ]
[ (honestly part of him might be forcing it just a little, trying to come just out of spite in case evan decides to be funny again.) ]
[ david wonders if it's stopping and starting like that or everything leading up to it that makes it hit so hard when he finally does come, something about it that hits like a truck and leaves him a trembling wreck when it passes. usually he's aware enough of himself to be annoyed by some of the sounds that evan manages to eke out of him, but this time there's nothing except the snapping of that tension, the warmth and relief of it as he comes down the other side. ]
[ there's no pause when david comes - evan doesn't stop, fucks him through it until he gets off, too. focus and control only keep him from getting too rough about it. he's not all that interested in blueballing himself, even for a little while.
that doesn't mean he isn't paying attention to david, though. he hears the noises, feels the way he goes tense and then drops, the way he shudders and trembles in the aftermath as the high crashes into release and exhaustion. as ever, it's more than a little satisfying to know he can get this out of someone who regularly makes his life a living hell.
when he does come evan doesn't make much of a noise but david'll feel the faint shiver that runs through him, the way his grip tightens although it's already tight enough to bruise. he stays still until he can see again, and only then does he start to let go, although he doesn't make any distance or really back off more than just pulling his head back a little. the marks on david's neck are just dark enough to see in the dim light, even if they aren't bruises yet. he can feel the places where nails scraped at his skin even if they couldn't break it.
the hand on david's hip moves up to his neck to run a thumb over the marks there. he doesn't think much about it. just does it. ]
[ david holds tightly onto evan until he's finished, ignoring the way that that's a sensation he's starting to enjoy because there are just some things he's not ever going to be mentally ready to deal with. ]
[ instead he just tries to sink into that warmth a little, lets his grip go lax when evan's on him relaxes, marvels a little inwardly at how those aftershocks haven't quite stopped yet. he probably would've come here with a plan of some sort about whatvto do after if david had known it would be anything like this when he came down to the workshop, but considering he didn't think evan would be even interested in fucking, it makes the whole thing a few different shades of overwhelming. he can tackle that once he's come down fully though, because if he tried to move right now david's pretty sure he'd just fall on his face. ]
[ he tilts his head when he feels evan's hand at his neck, giving him the space to look and touch as much as he wants. david's way too wiped to think about it, doesn't have the mental capacity yet to think about anything except how fucking exhausted he is. lets his eyes fall closed with a tired, if somewhat satisfied sigh while evan does whatever. ]
[ he doesn't take too much advantage of the opportunity - he feels out the marks, the slowing pulse, the edges of his shoulders and collarbones. there's only so much that can be done like this, but it's not a thought he dwells on. david's not arguing. he's barely even moving.
eventually he does back off, letting go with a little more care than on past meetings so that david doesn't immediately pitch off the workbench and onto the floor. funny as that might be, it'd lead to the sort of argument he's not in the mood for right now. when he's fairly certain david's stable he pulls his waders back up, and only then does he glance around for his mask, which david set aside, out of range of being knocked over and upright.
he doesn't grab it. not right away. right now, he doesn't have to. ]
[ when evan starts to back off, david puts a hand down on the table to lean back on, rubs his face with his other hand. the more he starts to come back to himself, the more he feels a little off-kilter in a way he doesn't know how to process, a kind of uncertainty he can't find the source of right now. ]
[ maybe it's just the fatigue. a busy day on top of something that was way more intense than almost any other time before? makes sense that'd leave a guy feeling a bit weird, right? ]
Gonna have to give me a little bit. Then I'll get out of your hair.
[ he says it with a tired laugh in his voice, a little forced but masking this way is easy for him, he doesn't expect evan to notice. brushing everything off and acting like it's all fine and normal is something he's been doing since he was a kid, after all. and if it misses the mark somehow then the evidence suggests evan isn't about to comment on it anyway. he never has before. ]
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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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but for once, evan tries to fight that and keep his own control. not just fuck without thinking. david hasn't done anything particularly unreasonable lately, or gotten on his nerves, but the memories of all those other times he's fucked around and not found out aren't far away.
so evan stops. buried full in david, still holding on tight enough that it's unlikely david can try to continue it on his own.
maybe he's just being spiteful, but it's not out of real anger. just a little thought. an idea. ]
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[ and then... nothing. david lifts his head, looks around in confusion for a moment, his first instinct being to look over at the door, but he doubts evan would give a fuck if someone walked in unless they actively interfered somehow. ]
[ is evan messing with him right now? short of taking his hands off evan to finish himself off there's nothing he can do in this position and that pisses him off. makes him growl in frustration, immediately almost annoyed enough to start a fight about this. ]
-- The fuck are you doing?
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Wanted to see what you'd do.
[ 'get mad' was the most likely option. begging doesn't seem like something david would do. he got mad enough the last time evan tried to get that out of him, so he's not going to try again now. but that doesn't mean the idea isn't still there. ]
If I fucked off, you think you'd be able to finish anyway?
[ there's a little edge of amusement to that question, at least. but he's not planning on doing it. ]
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Course.
[ it's not what he wants, but it wouldn't be difficult. getting it up and getting off are two things david has never struggled with, but it'd be a deeply unsatisfying orgasm, especially after the intensity of all this. ]
If you're gonna, then get on with it.
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there's a part of him that wonders how long he can get david to wait without getting a murder attempt. maybe another time.
evan shifts his grip, gets a better hold on david's leg just below the knee and moves the other hand down to get a grip at david's hip, and as requested, he gets on with it. but it's not as fast as before - not as hard, but just as deep. making sure there's nothing else to focus on except the deliberate feeling of it. it takes more focus than before but having stopped helps with that. at least, for the moment. ]
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[ part of him wants to shove evan away and just leave after that little interlude, but once he's moving again it reminds david pretty handily why he comes here, why he puts up with these moments where evan pushes his buttons. even now, there's still a part of him that really fucking resents how good it feels. how it sends sparks up his spine when evan sinks into him, when he fucks him just right and for a split second david almost forgets how annoyed he just was. ]
[ he reaches for evan's neck, intending to pull him in for a kiss. maybe not quite as violent a kiss as might be expected, but it's still aggressive, insistent. ]
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still, david's quick return, moving from anger back into hunger with barely a wasted second, makes him think. no point in acting on anything now, though. not when he's already pushed.
the kiss is almost a surprise, and there's a little reticence to it at first before the aggression follows to match - almost surpass - david's. he tightens his grip, manages to keep his pace steady rather than giving in to the urge to just go, keeps it up until he can feel david lose himself before being willing to lose himself to the same thing. ]
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[ (honestly part of him might be forcing it just a little, trying to come just out of spite in case evan decides to be funny again.) ]
[ david wonders if it's stopping and starting like that or everything leading up to it that makes it hit so hard when he finally does come, something about it that hits like a truck and leaves him a trembling wreck when it passes. usually he's aware enough of himself to be annoyed by some of the sounds that evan manages to eke out of him, but this time there's nothing except the snapping of that tension, the warmth and relief of it as he comes down the other side. ]
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that doesn't mean he isn't paying attention to david, though. he hears the noises, feels the way he goes tense and then drops, the way he shudders and trembles in the aftermath as the high crashes into release and exhaustion. as ever, it's more than a little satisfying to know he can get this out of someone who regularly makes his life a living hell.
when he does come evan doesn't make much of a noise but david'll feel the faint shiver that runs through him, the way his grip tightens although it's already tight enough to bruise. he stays still until he can see again, and only then does he start to let go, although he doesn't make any distance or really back off more than just pulling his head back a little. the marks on david's neck are just dark enough to see in the dim light, even if they aren't bruises yet. he can feel the places where nails scraped at his skin even if they couldn't break it.
the hand on david's hip moves up to his neck to run a thumb over the marks there. he doesn't think much about it. just does it. ]
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[ instead he just tries to sink into that warmth a little, lets his grip go lax when evan's on him relaxes, marvels a little inwardly at how those aftershocks haven't quite stopped yet. he probably would've come here with a plan of some sort about whatvto do after if david had known it would be anything like this when he came down to the workshop, but considering he didn't think evan would be even interested in fucking, it makes the whole thing a few different shades of overwhelming. he can tackle that once he's come down fully though, because if he tried to move right now david's pretty sure he'd just fall on his face. ]
[ he tilts his head when he feels evan's hand at his neck, giving him the space to look and touch as much as he wants. david's way too wiped to think about it, doesn't have the mental capacity yet to think about anything except how fucking exhausted he is. lets his eyes fall closed with a tired, if somewhat satisfied sigh while evan does whatever. ]
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eventually he does back off, letting go with a little more care than on past meetings so that david doesn't immediately pitch off the workbench and onto the floor. funny as that might be, it'd lead to the sort of argument he's not in the mood for right now. when he's fairly certain david's stable he pulls his waders back up, and only then does he glance around for his mask, which david set aside, out of range of being knocked over and upright.
he doesn't grab it. not right away. right now, he doesn't have to. ]
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[ maybe it's just the fatigue. a busy day on top of something that was way more intense than almost any other time before? makes sense that'd leave a guy feeling a bit weird, right? ]
Gonna have to give me a little bit. Then I'll get out of your hair.
[ he says it with a tired laugh in his voice, a little forced but masking this way is easy for him, he doesn't expect evan to notice. brushing everything off and acting like it's all fine and normal is something he's been doing since he was a kid, after all. and if it misses the mark somehow then the evidence suggests evan isn't about to comment on it anyway. he never has before. ]
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