[ 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.
[ evan's looming really doesn't bother david most of the time. sometimes it's a little startling when he somehow manages to sneak up on him because for two minutes he managed to trick the universe into believing he doesn't stomp around the place like an angry dinosaur, but generally that's the worst it ever gets. ]
[ right now, though? david can't fucking stand it, he hasn't felt small in a long fucking time, since he was a kid probably, but he does right now. dwarfed by the heft of the man above him. it makes him buck against evan in a pointless protest, struggles again to pull his arms free because at least if he has his hands he has some kind of control here. turns his head to look at those boarded up windows, very clearly looking away from evan however he can. ]
[ all said though, he's still moaning steadily, the leg evan let drop coming to brace at his hip to give david a little leverage to rock back against him. whatever complaints david has, they clearly don't outweigh this, right now. ]
[ is the sudden fight because he's done or not? because some switch flipped in his mind and he's furious again, unwilling to hold it in check? maybe. but he can't do much about it. and as even all that happens, david's still moving against him, his voice very clear this close. even if he did turn away, instead of leaning in like he has before to try and bite, or kiss him, or maybe just muffle the noises.
evan doesn't think too much about it (for now). he lets the pace pick up a little. lets hunger take control for now and lets his arm bend, cutting out the looming to get closer, mouth close to david's neck. he grazes his teeth against the bared skin, not quite a bite.
any kind of uncertainty or question or irritation is faded now, drowned out by getting what he wants - what they both(?) want. the anger's quiet now. the rage settled. probably for both of them, at least until this is over. ]
david rn: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uT_8foO3NSg
[ the teeth on his neck are a killer, they always are. if david had known how weak he'd be for that he would've made evan work for it, but then the same could be said for a lot of this. there's no point getting in his head about all that on top of everything else though, he just tilts his head to encourage evan. ]
[ god but he wishes his hands were free. even trying to just let it be, trying to let himself just sink into this and not overthink the way his voice picks up every time evan moves just right, he is highly aware of the ropes around his arms. of the building ache in his shoulders from being bound and on his back like this. his arms flex and he feels the grip of it against his skin like a silent reminder that he should be pissed at all times. even if it doesn't outweigh anything, even if he moans and arches under evan and tries to pull him in closer with the leg curled around his hip, it never quite fades enough to be ignored. ]
[ the way david tilts his head back lets evan drop those last lingering uncertainties into the back of his mind for later, and this time instead of a scrape he bites. not hard enough to break the skin but just to hurt and bruise, like always. enough to feel the give but not enough to actually do physical damage, because he doesn't want to taste blood right now.
it's almost too easy, now, to sink into this, to let david pull him in closer with one leg while he pushes the other further forward, pushing david closer to being bent in half. there's still an edge of control to his movements, but they're not careful and slow anymore. it's harder, quicker, more demanding. more wanting and taking. suggesting that, for once, he might not outlast david in this. ]
[ david makes a sharp noise at the bite, loud and wanting, tapering into a shaky swear. his fingers grip at what he can feel of the bed below him just for something to satisfy that need to touch something even just a little. ]
[ he moves with evan as best he can, more urgent to match with the way evan fucks harder, urging him on breathlessly between moans. this is what he needed, something hard and fast, impossible to let his mind wander anywhere else in the moment. just the overwhelming sensations of teeth at his neck and evan fucking him. ]
[ it's more than encouragement enough. any concerns or uncertainty wholly banished, evan doesn't stop, teeth scraping at david's skin or biting down wherever they can find room. not just on his neck but on his collarbone, shoulder, anywhere he can reach that gets a reaction. and they all do, it seems like.
his grip tightens. no, this time he's not going to outlast david, because he was ready for this before david was. the ropes put him ahead. he'd be madder about it if he could focus.
everything builds up. the heat and friction and the lack of tension, the sound of david's voice this close to him, the way he's trying to get as much as he can even without being able to hold on. evan slams into him one final time and stops, hilted, as he comes, barely making a sound and only just avoiding biting david for real. his grip on david's leg is bruisingly tight, and the other tears a hole in the bedsheet. not the first one, and it's not going to be the last.
he manages to get hold of himself relatively quickly afterward, but there's still a period of silence and stillness and rock-hard tension where he's lost, practically pinning david in place. ]
[ the bites do almost as much as anything else to push david on; the way he's been refusing to look at evan almost a benefit as it keeps that whole length of skin open and exposed like freshly primed canvas. ]
[ he is so, so close. later maybe he'll be a little shocked by the quick turnaround, but at the moment that is far from his mind. the tension in him coils tight, has him almost at that messy, desperate need and then - nothing. ]
[ no-- not quite nothing, but it takes a moment for the haze to clear enough for david to process the situation fully. normally david's a gracious partner, gives the person he's with time at least to come down a little before worrying about his own end, but that's not a courtesy he has any interest in extending to evan. not under normal circumstances, and definitely not right now. immediately he pushes against evan's grip on his thigh, rocks his hips what little bit he can in this position. if he had his hands free he'd simply take care of it without any fuss, but, well. some big shot decided to prevent that. ]
[ it doesn't take long for david to get on his case, even as evan's still trying to come back into himself. under a lot of circumstances, he wouldn't bother helping david finish; ultimately he's a very selfish person. but their ... relationship? ... has become something different than the usual predator-prey one he's used to, and in a situation like this, he generally doesn't leave the other party unfinished. Most often because he's the one to outlast them, so it doesn't come up.
even for him, overstimulation is a thing, but he's got a lot more tolerance for it than a normal person would. he can ignore the discomfort for a little while. so once he's got a grip he picks up the pace again - not as hard as before, because it's not the same, but it should be enough for david, whose insistent unspoken demands haven't stopped.
he could just get a hand on him, but that would defeat the purpose of the ropes. once he's got at least a slightly more manageable rhythm, he bites down again, on an already-bruised spot. making sure it hurts just as much as it doesn't. ]
[ it doesn't take much, not when david was already teetering right on the edge, just needing that bit of friction to see him over. between that and the way evan bites his neck he's done, shuddering and gasping out shaky moans as he comes under evan, leg wrapped around him tight enough it'd be crushing if he had both free. ]
[ unfortunately if evan expected that to calm david down in any way, he'd be very wrong. he doesn't sit in the afterglow like he usually does, doesn't even really give himself enough time to come down before he's moving again, trying to pull his leg from evan's grip and shift back on the bed to get out from under him. halfway ready to start kicking again if evan doesn't get off him fast enough. ]
[ he was expecting it, actually. that david had burned out enough energy to relax, at least for a few minutes, so evan could get up and get ready for a fight and cut him loose without instantly dealing with a fist to the jaw.
but apparently that's not the case, because david's trying to get away almost immediately. evan growls against his neck but gives way, pushing back, letting him go and pulling out less considerately than he might have otherwise. he's ready for a kick if one comes, at least to catch it if not return the hit. ]
Stop.
[ one word, half a growl, half a command. he climbs off the bed ideally before a heel hits him to get his waders, pulling them back on first, notably before even considering untying david. ]
[ the fury from before comes crashing back in at full force, no care at all for the aches across his body or the way his legs are weak from all that as he pushes himself up onto his knees, shifts to get off the bed and follow evan. really only angrier for the fact that he decided to get dressed before anything. ]
[ evan gives david a long, flat stare at that comment, but doesn't respond. not right away. he finishes pulling the waders back on and considers getting his boots back on, too, before he bothers with david. but david's already aiming to get off the bed and he's got half a mind to let him and watch him slam into the floor when his legs give out. if they give out.
after a few seconds he approaches again, gets david by the upper arm and shoves him back around before he can get off. the idea of leaving him tied up only briefly occurs to him, but that'll just make his life more irritating. with one hand he keeps david at least partly in place - not that it'll help if david starts to swing - and with the other he works the knot free.
and that's all he does, because he knows what's coming next and backs off. david can unwind the ropes himself. even in the dim lighting, evan can see the ropeburns and bruises-to-be around his arms. the signs of a furious struggle. ]
[ he's almost about ready to just leave, fuck it, walk back naked and tied up. he's sure that would demand an explanation, but he doesn't owe one to anybody. ]
[ small blessings at least, evan does at least deign to untie him, how kind. david grunts at the pull, but he stays still long enough for him to undo the knot and immediately starts pulling himself free, sharp hisses when the ropes pull against raw skin, and throws it down on the ground as soon as he can. ]
[ maybe a fight is expected, but david's not interested in that, he's furious but this was a waste of his fucking time and he just wants to leave. no care even to try and hide the way his legs are obviously weak and tired as he looks for where his pants ended up, or the way he swears he can feel the bruises on his thigh every time he puts his weight on that leg. ]
[ it's not easy to find his clothes in the dark, but david does. can really feel the pain in his shoulders and a little too in his back when he reaches down to snatch them up off the floor, but he's single-minded in pulling his clothes and his shoes back on and heading back out to the workshop where he left his shirt. moving around like evan's not even here for him to be aware of. ]
[ no fight comes. no swing at him, no kick, nothing.
evan pulls his boots back on without taking his eyes off david and notes the way that even with the little trembles of weakness, there's no faltering. he gets his clothes and drags them back on with barely-restrained violence, and without a word. evan doesn't interrupt him as he reaches for his mask, but doesn't pull it back on yet.
if he was yelling, fighting, throwing a fit, that would be normal. understandable. but the absolute silence and refusal to even try and attack him makes evan's formerly-banished thoughts come floating back to the surface. he knows rage in all its forms, and knows that someone prone to explosion is twice as deadly when they've gone quiet like this. it's something he does. seeing it in david is new.
he lets him leave without a word or trying to drag him back. he doesn't even follow him into the workshop right away, instead picking up the rope from where it fell and coiling it back up.
he's not prone to doubt or uncertainties all that often, but as he heads back into the light of the workshop, he wonders whether there's lines he should be aware of.
[ it's a relief that evan doesn't follow him into the workshop, means that when he stumbles turning to walk toward the workbenches nobody is there to see it. not that it stops david until he gets to the one he left his clothes on. picks up his shirt but he doesn't put it on straight away, just leans against the table for a minute to catch his breath. ]
[ he doesn't know why he's not fighting. he should want to. should be grabbing the nearest heavy object to smash it into evan's face for this shit, but that's not where his anger has settled. not unfamiliar, but it's been a long time since anyone pissed him off enough that his instinct is to just leave like they're not even worth the effort. ]
[ why evan is able to have that effect on him, david isn't going to think about. ]
[ from his vantage point in the doorway, evan watches david lean against the table. still no violence. no attempt to take out the rage on the workshop, the way evan usually does when he's angry and has no other target. of course, that would send evan over the edge, so maybe it's for the best if david doesn't do it.
he could say something, ask a question, snap at him, but he doesn't. he sets down the rope where it was before, shuts the door most of the way, feels the inevitable tug of the entity in his mind, whispering in words he's learned to understand by now. they finished just in time.
but he still has to wonder about the reaction he got. reactions, more like. the clear and present want clashing with the barely-controllable rage. it's not a situation he, personally, could ever imagine; his whole life has been mostly just the anger.
he gives david a few more long silent seconds before the pull gets too strong, and he turns toward the darkness at the very back of the workshop and lets it take him. he can always figure this shit out later. ]
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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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[ right now, though? david can't fucking stand it, he hasn't felt small in a long fucking time, since he was a kid probably, but he does right now. dwarfed by the heft of the man above him. it makes him buck against evan in a pointless protest, struggles again to pull his arms free because at least if he has his hands he has some kind of control here. turns his head to look at those boarded up windows, very clearly looking away from evan however he can. ]
[ all said though, he's still moaning steadily, the leg evan let drop coming to brace at his hip to give david a little leverage to rock back against him. whatever complaints david has, they clearly don't outweigh this, right now. ]
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evan doesn't think too much about it (for now). he lets the pace pick up a little. lets hunger take control for now and lets his arm bend, cutting out the looming to get closer, mouth close to david's neck. he grazes his teeth against the bared skin, not quite a bite.
any kind of uncertainty or question or irritation is faded now, drowned out by getting what he wants - what they both(?) want. the anger's quiet now. the rage settled. probably for both of them, at least until this is over. ]
david rn: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uT_8foO3NSg
[ god but he wishes his hands were free. even trying to just let it be, trying to let himself just sink into this and not overthink the way his voice picks up every time evan moves just right, he is highly aware of the ropes around his arms. of the building ache in his shoulders from being bound and on his back like this. his arms flex and he feels the grip of it against his skin like a silent reminder that he should be pissed at all times. even if it doesn't outweigh anything, even if he moans and arches under evan and tries to pull him in closer with the leg curled around his hip, it never quite fades enough to be ignored. ]
both of them, now and forever
it's almost too easy, now, to sink into this, to let david pull him in closer with one leg while he pushes the other further forward, pushing david closer to being bent in half. there's still an edge of control to his movements, but they're not careful and slow anymore. it's harder, quicker, more demanding. more wanting and taking. suggesting that, for once, he might not outlast david in this. ]
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[ he moves with evan as best he can, more urgent to match with the way evan fucks harder, urging him on breathlessly between moans. this is what he needed, something hard and fast, impossible to let his mind wander anywhere else in the moment. just the overwhelming sensations of teeth at his neck and evan fucking him. ]
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his grip tightens. no, this time he's not going to outlast david, because he was ready for this before david was. the ropes put him ahead. he'd be madder about it if he could focus.
everything builds up. the heat and friction and the lack of tension, the sound of david's voice this close to him, the way he's trying to get as much as he can even without being able to hold on. evan slams into him one final time and stops, hilted, as he comes, barely making a sound and only just avoiding biting david for real. his grip on david's leg is bruisingly tight, and the other tears a hole in the bedsheet. not the first one, and it's not going to be the last.
he manages to get hold of himself relatively quickly afterward, but there's still a period of silence and stillness and rock-hard tension where he's lost, practically pinning david in place. ]
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[ he is so, so close. later maybe he'll be a little shocked by the quick turnaround, but at the moment that is far from his mind. the tension in him coils tight, has him almost at that messy, desperate need and then - nothing. ]
[ no-- not quite nothing, but it takes a moment for the haze to clear enough for david to process the situation fully. normally david's a gracious partner, gives the person he's with time at least to come down a little before worrying about his own end, but that's not a courtesy he has any interest in extending to evan. not under normal circumstances, and definitely not right now. immediately he pushes against evan's grip on his thigh, rocks his hips what little bit he can in this position. if he had his hands free he'd simply take care of it without any fuss, but, well. some big shot decided to prevent that. ]
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even for him, overstimulation is a thing, but he's got a lot more tolerance for it than a normal person would. he can ignore the discomfort for a little while. so once he's got a grip he picks up the pace again - not as hard as before, because it's not the same, but it should be enough for david, whose insistent unspoken demands haven't stopped.
he could just get a hand on him, but that would defeat the purpose of the ropes. once he's got at least a slightly more manageable rhythm, he bites down again, on an already-bruised spot. making sure it hurts just as much as it doesn't. ]
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[ unfortunately if evan expected that to calm david down in any way, he'd be very wrong. he doesn't sit in the afterglow like he usually does, doesn't even really give himself enough time to come down before he's moving again, trying to pull his leg from evan's grip and shift back on the bed to get out from under him. halfway ready to start kicking again if evan doesn't get off him fast enough. ]
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but apparently that's not the case, because david's trying to get away almost immediately. evan growls against his neck but gives way, pushing back, letting him go and pulling out less considerately than he might have otherwise. he's ready for a kick if one comes, at least to catch it if not return the hit. ]
Stop.
[ one word, half a growl, half a command. he climbs off the bed ideally before a heel hits him to get his waders, pulling them back on first, notably before even considering untying david. ]
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[ the fury from before comes crashing back in at full force, no care at all for the aches across his body or the way his legs are weak from all that as he pushes himself up onto his knees, shifts to get off the bed and follow evan. really only angrier for the fact that he decided to get dressed before anything. ]
Untie me.
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after a few seconds he approaches again, gets david by the upper arm and shoves him back around before he can get off. the idea of leaving him tied up only briefly occurs to him, but that'll just make his life more irritating. with one hand he keeps david at least partly in place - not that it'll help if david starts to swing - and with the other he works the knot free.
and that's all he does, because he knows what's coming next and backs off. david can unwind the ropes himself. even in the dim lighting, evan can see the ropeburns and bruises-to-be around his arms. the signs of a furious struggle. ]
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[ small blessings at least, evan does at least deign to untie him, how kind. david grunts at the pull, but he stays still long enough for him to undo the knot and immediately starts pulling himself free, sharp hisses when the ropes pull against raw skin, and throws it down on the ground as soon as he can. ]
[ maybe a fight is expected, but david's not interested in that, he's furious but this was a waste of his fucking time and he just wants to leave. no care even to try and hide the way his legs are obviously weak and tired as he looks for where his pants ended up, or the way he swears he can feel the bruises on his thigh every time he puts his weight on that leg. ]
[ it's not easy to find his clothes in the dark, but david does. can really feel the pain in his shoulders and a little too in his back when he reaches down to snatch them up off the floor, but he's single-minded in pulling his clothes and his shoes back on and heading back out to the workshop where he left his shirt. moving around like evan's not even here for him to be aware of. ]
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evan pulls his boots back on without taking his eyes off david and notes the way that even with the little trembles of weakness, there's no faltering. he gets his clothes and drags them back on with barely-restrained violence, and without a word. evan doesn't interrupt him as he reaches for his mask, but doesn't pull it back on yet.
if he was yelling, fighting, throwing a fit, that would be normal. understandable. but the absolute silence and refusal to even try and attack him makes evan's formerly-banished thoughts come floating back to the surface. he knows rage in all its forms, and knows that someone prone to explosion is twice as deadly when they've gone quiet like this. it's something he does. seeing it in david is new.
he lets him leave without a word or trying to drag him back. he doesn't even follow him into the workshop right away, instead picking up the rope from where it fell and coiling it back up.
he's not prone to doubt or uncertainties all that often, but as he heads back into the light of the workshop, he wonders whether there's lines he should be aware of.
even if that would be stupid. ]
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[ he doesn't know why he's not fighting. he should want to. should be grabbing the nearest heavy object to smash it into evan's face for this shit, but that's not where his anger has settled. not unfamiliar, but it's been a long time since anyone pissed him off enough that his instinct is to just leave like they're not even worth the effort. ]
[ why evan is able to have that effect on him, david isn't going to think about. ]
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he could say something, ask a question, snap at him, but he doesn't. he sets down the rope where it was before, shuts the door most of the way, feels the inevitable tug of the entity in his mind, whispering in words he's learned to understand by now. they finished just in time.
but he still has to wonder about the reaction he got. reactions, more like. the clear and present want clashing with the barely-controllable rage. it's not a situation he, personally, could ever imagine; his whole life has been mostly just the anger.
he gives david a few more long silent seconds before the pull gets too strong, and he turns toward the darkness at the very back of the workshop and lets it take him. he can always figure this shit out later. ]
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