[ as the kicks graze him, evan feels the temptation to get more rope and tie his damn legs to the bed, but that would go over even worse, he's sure. plus the bed's not in great shape, which means david would probably break whatever he's tied to. better not to take the chance.
he takes a silent opportunity to run his hand up along david's back, to the back of his neck, fingers very briefly catching hold there before letting go and stepping away from the bed to head for a crate nearby. he doesn't use this room much, but he does use it occasionally, and so there's always something he needs stashed nearby. not just the little container he finds, less well-sealed than it used to be. there's other things he needed to teach a lesson, in the past.
not these days. and not now. david's already learning, after all.
cautiously, so as not to get kicked directly in the dick, he gets onto the bed behind david, maneuvering them both to avoid falling off. manhandling him by the ropes, but only briefly. that much he can understand hating, at least. from there he's got a free hand on david again, taking the opportunity again to feel him out, as if he hasn't done it before already when there weren't ropes involved. like yet again he's still surprised someone would be here by choice. ]
[ david ducks his head at evan's touch, shaking his head to try and shake him off. turning his head to watch evan and see what he's doing, but in the dark all he sees is evan's shadowed form moving around. ]
[ david rolls his shoulders, wondering if maybe relaxing his arms might give a bit of leeway he can use to get loose, but evan's back before david can try it. the second he feels evan grab the rope, david's fighting again, trying to pull away even as evan moves them on the bed. ]
[ where he normally openly enjoys hands on him, doesn't hide the bit of pleasure he gets from evan's hands on his body, this time there's none of that. he lays there still, rigid. tense like he's waiting for the opportunity to spring up and attack. ]
[ the stillness is what gets him. the fighting was better. the violence. the idea that it might give way. but nothing at all?
he pauses. he wasn't planning on stopping, because he knows he can get david going easy. he's turned the anger into better things before. and yet here he is, reconsidering and not quite grasping why.
after a few seconds he shifts, gets david by the upper arm and shoves him over so he's on his back and he can see david's fury more clearly. david'll be able to see part of his face in the half-light, too, more edges than clarity. there's irritation there, but not just that. ]
[ oh-- being on his back is worse. that's the first thing that flits through his mind after the confusion at being shoved over like this. he's never really registered the size difference between them as anything notable — a disadvantage, but one he can work around — but looking up at evan from where he's laid out on the bed... ]
[ david doesn't like it. it pisses him off that little bit more. makes him look up at evan like he'd kill him right now if he could. ]
[ the question, though, confuses him. openly so. ]
Do what?
[ his lip curls, a mix of frustration, anger, and a struggle to understand what evan's problem is. ]
[ the rage is clear in every inch of david, even if he's not moving. if the ropes came loose he'd have both fists driving into evan's face by now, it's clear.
the confusion and the demand piss evan off somewhere in the back of his head, and it's not just because he's being given an order - he can ignore this one easily. it's something that shouldn't piss him off, he knows. he is brutal. not just in violence. and yet somehow the assumption being handed directly do him by someone who can't even get up to hit him makes him angry.
it always has. but he can't remember that just now. ]
Give up. Put up. Just 'cause you can't fight back like you want. [ as if somehow, david trying to kill him makes this more interesting, despite having no problems with that not happening before. ] You hate this that bad?
[ give up. the words hit david like a shockwave and he practically snarls in response. it's not that, not to him, but there's only so much he can struggle against this knowing all it's going to do is tire him out too much to do anything. what's he supposed to do? keep wriggling around just to make it entertaining? ]
[ he ignores the question, honestly david feels like the answer's pretty fucking obvious right now. ]
The fuck is this, huh? You're always pulling shit like this. [ and david's sick of it honestly, now that he thinks about it. every time evan's made a point of pinning him, or trying to get him to beg, or whatever other shit. ] Like you can't fuckin' get off unless someone's making you feel all big and special.
[ the disdain is clear on his face, in the way he wrinkles his nose as he speaks, the pull of his lips. ironically, it's the stopping and starting that's really pushing david here. if evan just tied him up and went ahead he'd be pissed, but ultimately he'd get over it. maybe after some petty revenge, maybe not. this whole thing feels like some sort of headgame, some insane bullshit that david can't even figure out. ]
[ the immediate internal reaction - and external, to some degree - is irritation, offense, rage, fury ... all the things that come up when someone, mostly david these days, manages to get under his skin and aim directly for the nerves. under the circumstances, he manages to rein it in long enough to give himself a chance to think.
what he doesn't think about is why he's hesitating. why he's trying to get david to explain this when it's clear what the problem is. he'll think about it later, and it won't go well for him, but for now the whole concept is easy to set aside in favor of dealing with david directly. ]
Says the guy comin' down here to do it. [ not exactly true, but - he works the lid off the jar one-handed, the other hand on david's thigh to prevent any abrupt kicks to the face. ] Figured you'd burn more when you couldn't help yourself out. Guess I was wrong.
[ david makes a noise that's almost a laugh at evan's rebuttal, something just about the other side of mocking like he can't believe that's how he chose to fire back. ]
[ he starts to pulls his free leg up, ready to kick or shove at evan until he spots the jar in his hand and decides for his own sake that this isn't the time to push too hard. david's confident he can take a lot, but if evan gets pissed and decides to go in dry that might actually be too much for him. ]
[ that doesn't mean he has to shut up though. ]
You that offended by the idea of me with a hand on my cock?
[ evan sees david move to kick him, and then sees him decide not to. so this isn't that bad, he thinks, but has just enough foresight not to say it out loud. ]
Sounds about right.
[ is he serious? joking? just trying to distract david? whatever the reason, he's not thinking about his response that hard as he gets some of the gel out of the container onto his fingers. at the very least, it did something impressive to his ego to know he could get david off without having to get a hand around him. probably not good, but impressive.
he doesn't waste much time getting his hand under david to try and give him at least something to prep, but he also knows this puts him at a disadvantage. neither of them has a fully free hand now, but david could still kick him if he was pissed off enough, and there's not much evan can do to protect himself.
on the other hand, like this, david can't drag them in close. everything's going to be that much easier to see, and for once from the front. everything that happens, with no way to hide it. ]
[ there's a lot happening for david in this moment, none of it that he particularly likes, but he'll live with it. he grunts in discomfort at the press against him, takes a breath to at least try and relax himself a little. ]
[ evan will likely feel the way the thigh under his hand flexes, twists but doesn't move more than that. david considering his options. he wonders if he has enough strength in his legs to pull evan in and choke him, tries to ignore the sensation of evan's fingers to try and figure out how fast he'd have to be to pull that off. ]
[ it takes another moment of considering what the worst case scenario for him here is before david decides to go for it while evan's focus is elsewhere. lifting his hips just a bit, just enough to kick his legs up and try to get them around evan. ideally around his neck but david's not necessarily flexible enough to get them up there, he'll take what he can get. intent to lock his ankles behind evan and squeeze. ]
[ the flex is a warning, but he's not sure of what yet. he tries to get david slick enough, tries to get this done thoroughly enough but fast before things tip back over into violence, but david gets ahead of him again.
the tension breaks, and suddenly david's trying to - not kick, but grab, which was something evan didn't expect. he manages to catch one leg partway up with the elbow of the hand not inside david, but the other gets up higher, and then suddenly david's squeezing his ribcage hard enough that evan nearly chokes.
he manages to wheeze out a breath as his caught arm on one side and his ribs on the other creak with the force of it. it's angry, but there's a laugh to it, too. ]
Nice - try.
[ david's avoided any edged shrapnel. deliberately or by chance? doesn't matter. evan digs his fingers in deeper, knowing he can probably end this without letting go. trying to find a way to distract david in turn before he starts doing damage - real damage - to evan's not-exactly-insignificant torso. ]
[ david ignores the arm hooked under his leg to focus on keeping that pressure up, twisting his hips to try and get a little more force. ]
[ of course he'd considered some potential damage as a consequence, but when evan digs his fingers in it's a hell of a shock to the system. david's breath catches and his hips jerk, but he doesn't let up. ]
Fuck-- fuck you.
[ he tries to ignore the way his body wants to sag after that spike, holds out for a good few moments to try and make evan give first, but david can't help how his body sinks. ]
[ he could respond to that with words, but why bother? the pressure's hard enough that the discomfort is quickly turning into actual pain - damned if david isn't a lot stronger than evan's used to from survivors and always has been - but he can feel david starting to give way.
he works his fingers in a little deeper, trying to get him to let go not out of a return agony but because he can't focus. in truth part of evan wants to fight him to make him stop, but it won't work, here and now. this isn't a fistfight. isn't a brawl. beating him into submission would be more satisfying but it'd end this. maybe another day. maybe when he's a little less driven to get the rope involved.
until david has no other choice than to let up, he stays where he is, not willing to risk another crush, especially if there's still a risk it could hit his neck. the shrapnel and hooks can only do so much to protect him even from that. evan watches david, watches the fury, waits for it to break, just a little. ]
[ david really does try his best to ignore what evan's doing, but it hits a point where that's impossible far quicker than he expected. honestly he almost curses his body for the betrayal when he feels his cock twitch, because if he doesn't get evan to let up in the next few moments it's going to be impossible to maintain enough pressure to keep trying. ]
[ he's staring daggers up at evan, lips pulled back in both effort and anger, but eventually the sensation of evan's fingers is too much for him to push past and his grip gives. legs going lax as his head falls back with a curse that's equal parts a moan and frustration at this whole fucking situation. extra pissed because it feels good and that's so unfair he wants to start a new fight all over again. ]
[ despite everything though, david pulls his free leg to kick at evan for emphasis, aiming at his chest. it's not as hard as he wants, but at this point it's more like throwing a tantrum than it is any actual attempt to fight and really he feels he's entitled to at least that much. ]
[ david gives in quicker than he might have before, and the way he relaxes, sinking down onto the bed again and losing the choking grip, almost makes evan say something that'll end this faster than a knife to the throat. he manages to stay silent, though. even manages to keep in the smug smirk, or at least most of it.
it disappears anyway when david kicks him. that one he doesn't manage to stop, but it's not a hard kick. enough to irritate but not enough to infuriate. it avoided any of the bad wounds, after all.
he knocks david's leg aside and works him a little more, intending to try and stop any other attempts to get some kind of petty revenge before pulling his hand away to slick up his fingers again - this time to use on himself. the rope's enough of a problem, he figures. ]
Next time I'll beat you into this. Make it worth losing.
[ all he wants right now is to punch this man in the face and it's driving david insane with frustration, being unable to do it. he twists his arms again, arches his back to push his weight onto his shoulders to try and get a little space to work. his skin is probably going to come away raw when this is done, it burns now with how much he's been pulling against the rope, but he's had to get out of more painful situations thanks to evan. this is nothing. ]
[ david looks up at him when he speaks, thinks he clocks a hint of a smirk in the shadows on evan's face, and the look he gives in return speaks volumes. like he'd leap up and go for his throat right this second if david could only figure out how to do it fast enough from this position. ]
[ there's more rage here than he's seen in some trials before. evan raises an eyebrow at that, at the sheer, unadulterated rage there, and thinks to himself about what future encounters might entail.
he lets himself go, recaps the container and drops it next to the bed, and finally has both hands free. he's certain david's liable to try another kick, so he's more cautious getting a grip on his legs just at the knee to angle them up while staying between them. one to the chest hurts; one to the face would be a problem.
as a result, he doesn't waste much time getting things started. half hard from his own actions and more than a little bit from david's violence (don't let him think about it), he presses in, tries to make sure david doesn't lash out again, doesn't stop until he's pressed against him and can let his legs go, even if they try to break his ribs again.
he doesn't respond to the threat or make any comments this time. no point. no need. it'd just be a distraction. ]
[ this isn't entirely out of the wheelhouse of exactly what david wanted to take his mind off of, so the fury burns hot in every moment, but so does the exhaustion. should've known better than to come to evan of all people when he's so fucking tired of everything being about winning or losing, when he's been losing more than normal and he's supposed to just walk that off and keep going. unfortunately evan's also the only person who can really wear him out like he needs, which is its own kind of infuriating but it's not like he can turn to anyone at camp for it. ]
[ the grip on his leg doesn't stop david from trying to kick, even if it ultimately doesn't go anywhere, hands curling into fists under his back as he tries to contain himself and doesn't end up cutting himself open on some piece of shrapnel in a blind rage that doesn't go anywhere. if only because he's petty enough to recognise that would probably only make this better for evan. ]
[ he also halfway contemplates just laying there and waiting him out-- god, he bets it would infuriate evan, to get almost nothing from david after all this? truthfully he doesn't know that he has the energy to restrain himself like that, but the idea helps david manage the discomfort as evan presses into him with little more than a soft grunt and a slight curl of his lip. ]
[ david's not calming down, even if the outward expression of rage is quieter now. there's no calming down from that - not until this is over or one of them is dead. but the sudden stillness, the way he barely reacts, does make evan grimace slightly, because if he could get david to lose his grip with a hand then why's his cock so different?
it doesn't matter. he's started to get to know david - not intimately, despite everything, or in great detail, but he's started to figure some things out. what gets him going and what keeps him going. also that he's spiteful. that he touches, feels, holds on, grabs in ways evan's not familiar with.
that must be part of why he hates the rope. has to be. the rest - well, nobody who could beat him to death would like being tied up.
despite the urge not to bother, he lets david have a moment to adjust before he shifts his grip again, getting both hands on david's legs more firmly, gripping him just above the knees. holding him still - or maybe manhandling him as needed. their position is both more and less awkward at the same time, just because it's them. still. he's dealt with worse.
the moment to adjust is only a moment. then he starts, more slowly, holding the urge to make this even more violent and hateful than it already is by the throat so it can't take over. so that david doesn't have another excuse to snarl and bite and try to land a kick in his throat. so that this moves just past the rage into something else. ]
[ the slow start confuses him, brows pinched and a small frown on his face as he adjusts with a low hum. he doesn't expect this to last long, nor does david want it to, but for the moment it's... kind of nice. pleasant. ]
[ he could complain, urge evan on, but david exhibits some small bit of patience insteaf. waits to see where evan's taking this before he complains about it. ]
[ there's still not much of a reaction, and that makes his grip tighten. no, it doesn't always start out with a lot. he knows that. but still.
he shifts his own position slightly, changing the angle, and while he doesn't really speed up he goes harder instead. trying to knock any focus, any thoughts aside. it's enough for him to lose a little focus on the fact that he's still pissed off about david being pissed off (and being kicked), and helps keep him from even considering the other confusing realizations lurking just below the surface.
even if there's not much reaction, there's also no followup attempt to kick him. or curse him out, or an attempt to rip free from the ropes again. it's a slightly more positive sign, so far. ]
[ david's trying his best to just accept this whole situation for what it is, because at this point what's fighting evan gonna do? he's still tied up on this old bed in a dark room at the back of evan's workshop. at least chilling out about the whole thing deprives evan a little of that satisfaction over "winning" some situation because he blindsided david with a rope. ]
[ that thought lasts about as long as it takes for evan to shift position. on its own he could probably keep the low energy going a little bit longer, but he starts going harder and that gets him. david's breath catches and he swears harshly, instinctively fights against evan's grip on his thigh. ]
[ he could tell him to stop. maybe he shouldn't be, but david's confident if he said "stop" or "don't" that evan probably would, but even as the thought flits through his mind, david refuses. maybe that says too much about him, more than it does about evan. he's not going to think about that. ]
[ the fight isn't harsh. it's back to more of what david did before, when he was pissed off because of evan (again); he's not happy about this, but he'll take it. he'll deal with it. evan feels the tension shift under his hands and tightens his grip for a second, as if confirming that for himself.
but this is still different, evan knows; there's a difference between fighting someone down and this. the thought occurs to him again, very briefly, that maybe he's crossing a line. at the same time he's certain that david would have already lodged a knee in his throat or fought them both off the bed if he was really, violently, on every level opposed. or would still be yelling, snarling, biting at the air.
and one more time, he doesn't think about why he's thinking this. why he might even consider it.
he leans forward against david, pushing his legs up, letting the angle shift as he keeps the careful but hard pace. waiting for that moment when things tip over into wanting instead of waiting. or just hating. ]
[ he wonders briefly at how hard it'd be to get his legs around evan's neck from here, how hard it'd be to choke him out. he pushes against the grip on his thighs again with a noise of frustration, tries to get an idea of how difficult it'd be to pull himself free, thinks warmly on the idea of kicking evan in the face too while he's at it. ]
[ david pushes harder again when evan leans against him — struggles, almost — something about it that makes a familiar sense of discomfort start to bloom when he looks up at evan, something he hasn't felt in a while and still can't exactly trace to its source, not that david fully has the mental capacity for that right now anyway. for the moment he looks past evan to the ceiling, elects to just let it take him, eyes falling shut with a low groan. ]
[ it's something he'll be mad at himself for later, ashamed of even, but right now he just doesn't have the energy. ]
[ it's easy enough to let his own desires take over, even as something in the back of his brain keeps thinking no matter how much he wants to ignore it. the tension conflicts but the groan is something he can recognize. something he can let himself lean into more. let david get more out of this even if he wants to rip evan's jaw off for it all. wouldn't be the first time.
evan leans further in, lets one hand slip off a leg to hit the bed close to david's neck. half support and half letting him loom, as if he doesn't do that enough already. he can see the anger seeping away - or maybe just going to simmer somewhere deep inside - and leaves it be without any kind of comment. even he has enough of a brain left to recognize how quickly this could explode again.
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he takes a silent opportunity to run his hand up along david's back, to the back of his neck, fingers very briefly catching hold there before letting go and stepping away from the bed to head for a crate nearby. he doesn't use this room much, but he does use it occasionally, and so there's always something he needs stashed nearby. not just the little container he finds, less well-sealed than it used to be. there's other things he needed to teach a lesson, in the past.
not these days. and not now. david's already learning, after all.
cautiously, so as not to get kicked directly in the dick, he gets onto the bed behind david, maneuvering them both to avoid falling off. manhandling him by the ropes, but only briefly. that much he can understand hating, at least. from there he's got a free hand on david again, taking the opportunity again to feel him out, as if he hasn't done it before already when there weren't ropes involved. like yet again he's still surprised someone would be here by choice. ]
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[ david rolls his shoulders, wondering if maybe relaxing his arms might give a bit of leeway he can use to get loose, but evan's back before david can try it. the second he feels evan grab the rope, david's fighting again, trying to pull away even as evan moves them on the bed. ]
[ where he normally openly enjoys hands on him, doesn't hide the bit of pleasure he gets from evan's hands on his body, this time there's none of that. he lays there still, rigid. tense like he's waiting for the opportunity to spring up and attack. ]
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he pauses. he wasn't planning on stopping, because he knows he can get david going easy. he's turned the anger into better things before. and yet here he is, reconsidering and not quite grasping why.
after a few seconds he shifts, gets david by the upper arm and shoves him over so he's on his back and he can see david's fury more clearly. david'll be able to see part of his face in the half-light, too, more edges than clarity. there's irritation there, but not just that. ]
You're really gonna do this, huh.
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[ david doesn't like it. it pisses him off that little bit more. makes him look up at evan like he'd kill him right now if he could. ]
[ the question, though, confuses him. openly so. ]
Do what?
[ his lip curls, a mix of frustration, anger, and a struggle to understand what evan's problem is. ]
Told you-- just get the fuck on with it.
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the confusion and the demand piss evan off somewhere in the back of his head, and it's not just because he's being given an order - he can ignore this one easily. it's something that shouldn't piss him off, he knows. he is brutal. not just in violence. and yet somehow the assumption being handed directly do him by someone who can't even get up to hit him makes him angry.
it always has. but he can't remember that just now. ]
Give up. Put up. Just 'cause you can't fight back like you want. [ as if somehow, david trying to kill him makes this more interesting, despite having no problems with that not happening before. ] You hate this that bad?
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[ he ignores the question, honestly david feels like the answer's pretty fucking obvious right now. ]
The fuck is this, huh? You're always pulling shit like this. [ and david's sick of it honestly, now that he thinks about it. every time evan's made a point of pinning him, or trying to get him to beg, or whatever other shit. ] Like you can't fuckin' get off unless someone's making you feel all big and special.
[ the disdain is clear on his face, in the way he wrinkles his nose as he speaks, the pull of his lips. ironically, it's the stopping and starting that's really pushing david here. if evan just tied him up and went ahead he'd be pissed, but ultimately he'd get over it. maybe after some petty revenge, maybe not. this whole thing feels like some sort of headgame, some insane bullshit that david can't even figure out. ]
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what he doesn't think about is why he's hesitating. why he's trying to get david to explain this when it's clear what the problem is. he'll think about it later, and it won't go well for him, but for now the whole concept is easy to set aside in favor of dealing with david directly. ]
Says the guy comin' down here to do it. [ not exactly true, but - he works the lid off the jar one-handed, the other hand on david's thigh to prevent any abrupt kicks to the face. ] Figured you'd burn more when you couldn't help yourself out. Guess I was wrong.
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[ he starts to pulls his free leg up, ready to kick or shove at evan until he spots the jar in his hand and decides for his own sake that this isn't the time to push too hard. david's confident he can take a lot, but if evan gets pissed and decides to go in dry that might actually be too much for him. ]
[ that doesn't mean he has to shut up though. ]
You that offended by the idea of me with a hand on my cock?
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Sounds about right.
[ is he serious? joking? just trying to distract david? whatever the reason, he's not thinking about his response that hard as he gets some of the gel out of the container onto his fingers. at the very least, it did something impressive to his ego to know he could get david off without having to get a hand around him. probably not good, but impressive.
he doesn't waste much time getting his hand under david to try and give him at least something to prep, but he also knows this puts him at a disadvantage. neither of them has a fully free hand now, but david could still kick him if he was pissed off enough, and there's not much evan can do to protect himself.
on the other hand, like this, david can't drag them in close. everything's going to be that much easier to see, and for once from the front. everything that happens, with no way to hide it. ]
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[ evan will likely feel the way the thigh under his hand flexes, twists but doesn't move more than that. david considering his options. he wonders if he has enough strength in his legs to pull evan in and choke him, tries to ignore the sensation of evan's fingers to try and figure out how fast he'd have to be to pull that off. ]
[ it takes another moment of considering what the worst case scenario for him here is before david decides to go for it while evan's focus is elsewhere. lifting his hips just a bit, just enough to kick his legs up and try to get them around evan. ideally around his neck but david's not necessarily flexible enough to get them up there, he'll take what he can get. intent to lock his ankles behind evan and squeeze. ]
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the tension breaks, and suddenly david's trying to - not kick, but grab, which was something evan didn't expect. he manages to catch one leg partway up with the elbow of the hand not inside david, but the other gets up higher, and then suddenly david's squeezing his ribcage hard enough that evan nearly chokes.
he manages to wheeze out a breath as his caught arm on one side and his ribs on the other creak with the force of it. it's angry, but there's a laugh to it, too. ]
Nice - try.
[ david's avoided any edged shrapnel. deliberately or by chance? doesn't matter. evan digs his fingers in deeper, knowing he can probably end this without letting go. trying to find a way to distract david in turn before he starts doing damage - real damage - to evan's not-exactly-insignificant torso. ]
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[ of course he'd considered some potential damage as a consequence, but when evan digs his fingers in it's a hell of a shock to the system. david's breath catches and his hips jerk, but he doesn't let up. ]
Fuck-- fuck you.
[ he tries to ignore the way his body wants to sag after that spike, holds out for a good few moments to try and make evan give first, but david can't help how his body sinks. ]
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he works his fingers in a little deeper, trying to get him to let go not out of a return agony but because he can't focus. in truth part of evan wants to fight him to make him stop, but it won't work, here and now. this isn't a fistfight. isn't a brawl. beating him into submission would be more satisfying but it'd end this. maybe another day. maybe when he's a little less driven to get the rope involved.
until david has no other choice than to let up, he stays where he is, not willing to risk another crush, especially if there's still a risk it could hit his neck. the shrapnel and hooks can only do so much to protect him even from that. evan watches david, watches the fury, waits for it to break, just a little. ]
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[ he's staring daggers up at evan, lips pulled back in both effort and anger, but eventually the sensation of evan's fingers is too much for him to push past and his grip gives. legs going lax as his head falls back with a curse that's equal parts a moan and frustration at this whole fucking situation. extra pissed because it feels good and that's so unfair he wants to start a new fight all over again. ]
[ despite everything though, david pulls his free leg to kick at evan for emphasis, aiming at his chest. it's not as hard as he wants, but at this point it's more like throwing a tantrum than it is any actual attempt to fight and really he feels he's entitled to at least that much. ]
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it disappears anyway when david kicks him. that one he doesn't manage to stop, but it's not a hard kick. enough to irritate but not enough to infuriate. it avoided any of the bad wounds, after all.
he knocks david's leg aside and works him a little more, intending to try and stop any other attempts to get some kind of petty revenge before pulling his hand away to slick up his fingers again - this time to use on himself. the rope's enough of a problem, he figures. ]
Next time I'll beat you into this. Make it worth losing.
[ that's probably a joke. ]
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[ david looks up at him when he speaks, thinks he clocks a hint of a smirk in the shadows on evan's face, and the look he gives in return speaks volumes. like he'd leap up and go for his throat right this second if david could only figure out how to do it fast enough from this position. ]
Fuckin' kill you if you try it.
[ evan might be joking, but david isn't. ]
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he lets himself go, recaps the container and drops it next to the bed, and finally has both hands free. he's certain david's liable to try another kick, so he's more cautious getting a grip on his legs just at the knee to angle them up while staying between them. one to the chest hurts; one to the face would be a problem.
as a result, he doesn't waste much time getting things started. half hard from his own actions and more than a little bit from david's violence (don't let him think about it), he presses in, tries to make sure david doesn't lash out again, doesn't stop until he's pressed against him and can let his legs go, even if they try to break his ribs again.
he doesn't respond to the threat or make any comments this time. no point. no need. it'd just be a distraction. ]
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[ the grip on his leg doesn't stop david from trying to kick, even if it ultimately doesn't go anywhere, hands curling into fists under his back as he tries to contain himself and doesn't end up cutting himself open on some piece of shrapnel in a blind rage that doesn't go anywhere. if only because he's petty enough to recognise that would probably only make this better for evan. ]
[ he also halfway contemplates just laying there and waiting him out-- god, he bets it would infuriate evan, to get almost nothing from david after all this? truthfully he doesn't know that he has the energy to restrain himself like that, but the idea helps david manage the discomfort as evan presses into him with little more than a soft grunt and a slight curl of his lip. ]
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it doesn't matter. he's started to get to know david - not intimately, despite everything, or in great detail, but he's started to figure some things out. what gets him going and what keeps him going. also that he's spiteful. that he touches, feels, holds on, grabs in ways evan's not familiar with.
that must be part of why he hates the rope. has to be. the rest - well, nobody who could beat him to death would like being tied up.
despite the urge not to bother, he lets david have a moment to adjust before he shifts his grip again, getting both hands on david's legs more firmly, gripping him just above the knees. holding him still - or maybe manhandling him as needed. their position is both more and less awkward at the same time, just because it's them. still. he's dealt with worse.
the moment to adjust is only a moment. then he starts, more slowly, holding the urge to make this even more violent and hateful than it already is by the throat so it can't take over. so that david doesn't have another excuse to snarl and bite and try to land a kick in his throat. so that this moves just past the rage into something else. ]
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[ he could complain, urge evan on, but david exhibits some small bit of patience insteaf. waits to see where evan's taking this before he complains about it. ]
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he shifts his own position slightly, changing the angle, and while he doesn't really speed up he goes harder instead. trying to knock any focus, any thoughts aside. it's enough for him to lose a little focus on the fact that he's still pissed off about david being pissed off (and being kicked), and helps keep him from even considering the other confusing realizations lurking just below the surface.
even if there's not much reaction, there's also no followup attempt to kick him. or curse him out, or an attempt to rip free from the ropes again. it's a slightly more positive sign, so far. ]
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[ that thought lasts about as long as it takes for evan to shift position. on its own he could probably keep the low energy going a little bit longer, but he starts going harder and that gets him. david's breath catches and he swears harshly, instinctively fights against evan's grip on his thigh. ]
[ he could tell him to stop. maybe he shouldn't be, but david's confident if he said "stop" or "don't" that evan probably would, but even as the thought flits through his mind, david refuses. maybe that says too much about him, more than it does about evan. he's not going to think about that. ]
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but this is still different, evan knows; there's a difference between fighting someone down and this. the thought occurs to him again, very briefly, that maybe he's crossing a line. at the same time he's certain that david would have already lodged a knee in his throat or fought them both off the bed if he was really, violently, on every level opposed. or would still be yelling, snarling, biting at the air.
and one more time, he doesn't think about why he's thinking this. why he might even consider it.
he leans forward against david, pushing his legs up, letting the angle shift as he keeps the careful but hard pace. waiting for that moment when things tip over into wanting instead of waiting. or just hating. ]
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[ david pushes harder again when evan leans against him — struggles, almost — something about it that makes a familiar sense of discomfort start to bloom when he looks up at evan, something he hasn't felt in a while and still can't exactly trace to its source, not that david fully has the mental capacity for that right now anyway. for the moment he looks past evan to the ceiling, elects to just let it take him, eyes falling shut with a low groan. ]
[ it's something he'll be mad at himself for later, ashamed of even, but right now he just doesn't have the energy. ]
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evan leans further in, lets one hand slip off a leg to hit the bed close to david's neck. half support and half letting him loom, as if he doesn't do that enough already. he can see the anger seeping away - or maybe just going to simmer somewhere deep inside - and leaves it be without any kind of comment. even he has enough of a brain left to recognize how quickly this could explode again.
and he'd rather hold that off until later. ]
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david rn: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uT_8foO3NSg
both of them, now and forever
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