[ 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. ]
[ it takes some time for david to realise evan's gone, and something about that pisses him off even more. he was expecting evan to be a dickhead in one way or another — gloat about getting him down, snap at him for having an attitude after all that — but getting nothing feels like such an insult on top of everything that david could actually scream. he feels like he's going crazy, but really how is that different to any other day out here. ]
[ evan getting called off to trial means david has some time to rest up properly at least. he's desperately tired, but he'd rather stuff himself in that furnace than sleep here right now. ]
[ david takes his time, but unless evan has a freakishly quick trial he'll be gone by the time he's back. the workshop gets left as it was, but there's definitely a few smashed up traps — admittedly though, that's a case of david losing his temper at having to deal with them at all than it is specifically about getting back at evan. (not that he'll know it.) one even seems to get thrown a decent distance, blood on the teeth meaning david didn't come away from that one unscathed. ]
[ maybe he should just stop coming out here. stop talking to evan. stop all of this if he's just gonna keep coming away from it feeling like a lunatic. it's not like this is the only thing that's got under his skin, because ultimately theres a decent number of things that he doesn't like about the way whatever this situation is makes him feel. this is just the biggest one. ]
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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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[ evan getting called off to trial means david has some time to rest up properly at least. he's desperately tired, but he'd rather stuff himself in that furnace than sleep here right now. ]
[ david takes his time, but unless evan has a freakishly quick trial he'll be gone by the time he's back. the workshop gets left as it was, but there's definitely a few smashed up traps — admittedly though, that's a case of david losing his temper at having to deal with them at all than it is specifically about getting back at evan. (not that he'll know it.) one even seems to get thrown a decent distance, blood on the teeth meaning david didn't come away from that one unscathed. ]
[ maybe he should just stop coming out here. stop talking to evan. stop all of this if he's just gonna keep coming away from it feeling like a lunatic. it's not like this is the only thing that's got under his skin, because ultimately theres a decent number of things that he doesn't like about the way whatever this situation is makes him feel. this is just the biggest one. ]