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[ it's been a while, and that doesn't mean he needs evan to ease up or slow down, but he does have to pause just to remind himself how this all works. takes a breath against evan's neck where he bites again when the moment passes. ]

[ he's not really aware of his injuries, the persistent ache is so normal to him at this point that sometimes it just feels like part of being in the fog. right now it's far away in the back of his mind, especially with evan taking care to avoid them, david's awareness is focused in on the sensation of nails on his skin, something he instinctively arches into. ]

[ at the same time, he shifts a little on the workbench, the same way he always does when it's like this, trying to give evan a little more space without compromising on physical contact. david is and has always been extremely tactile and, despite the fact he sometimes seems a little surprised or confused by it, evan seems to respond well to it, so he sees no reason to restrain himself there. fingers digging in a little where his hand is at evan's hip, the other pushing up until it finds the back of his head. ]

[ now that they've done this enough, david doesn't hesitate. the pause to get a grip is nothing evan hasn't seen before. it's different from the first time they did this, when he could feel the tension, the readiness to snap. but there's always something keeping people alert when he gets involved. always the fear that this might go wrong until he proves it won't.

he's takes a little more time than usual with david, feeling the touch, the grip moving to the back of his head, holding him in place as if he's the one about to back off. as if david's ready to keep him from going anywhere - as if he would. there's reasons he'd break this off midway, but they're few, far between, and unlikely to happen. at the moment.

when he figures he's done enough he pulls his hand free and gets a little more of the oil on his fingers so that he can get some on himself. it's not always necessary, but it doesn't hurt. the opposite, actually.

but that doesn't take long and he's quick to get that now-freed hand under one of david's knees, pushing it up, getting himself the room he needs to press in without any real warning or hesitation. not hard or brutal or violent. he just knows david's more than ready and doesn't need the caution some others might. ]

[ at this point, david's more than familiar enough with evan to know what to expect. he's thorough, but he's impatient, makes sure the job's done but isn't one to tease or work his way in slower than necessary. which is fine by david, it's never more than he can take. even when it hurts, it's better than it isn't. he'd chalk it up to luck if evan wasn't extremely consistent that way. ]

[ he can't say he really noticed evan taking more time, but david definitely notices there's less of that initial burn than he's used to, though he still grunts in discomfort against evan's neck at that initial press followed by another breath to help him adjust to the sensation of being full this way. it still registers to his mind as a little weird, even after all this time, but it also crests over into something good faster than it used to. ]

[ there's little changes, over the time they've done this. that david adjusts quicker, meaning evan doesn't have to wait as long, or even really wait at all. doesn't have to make sure one way or another that david's even ready to deal with this, because there'd be a hand at his throat if there was a problem.

so there's a short wait, a handful of seconds, before he gets moving. one hand still under david's knee and the other at his chest. he moves that hand, knowing the drag of nails is something david wants and gets that in places that aren't riddled with some kind of perpetual injury. around his hip to his back, where he's a little more cautious since he can't see the wounds there. at his lower back. against the other hip, as far as he can reach.

and the teeth at his neck don't leave, something he doesn't quite have the angle to return here but doesn't pull away from anyway. eventually david's not going to have the focus to do it. ]

[ david breathes a low, pleased noise when evan starts to move, arches subtly into his touch. lets his hand drift down from the back of evan's head to his neck where he can scrape his fingernails, lightly dig his fingers in without much resistance. ]

[ he tilts his head, biting at the skin just below the corner of evan's jaw, again just below his ear. harder, to make extra sure it leaves a mark. part of him determined to leave his marks where they'll be seen, though he supposes nobody's really going to be looking. ]

[ the skin at his throat has less burns and ruin than the rest of him, which means he can feel more of what david's doing. he's got an idea of what the intent is. the marks will linger for a while, about as long as any he leaves on david, but it'll take more effort to get them there in the first place. too many years underground. too many years killing. and then his time here, if time ever mattered here.

he lets his instincts keep and adjust the pace as they go. letting the hunger, perpetual as it is even if he's got a good leash on it, dictate this. it's not just what he wants, either; whatever david does, how he ends up reacting, drives that too.

there's parallels there to how he kills, but the less he thinks about that right now, the better.

for now he can let himself half-focus on not hitting the injuries as he rakes his own nails across david's skin, trying to avoid anything on his back. the grip under david's knee squeezes briefly and then he lets go, more carefully, so he can get that hand going too. ]

[ david flinches when evan's fingers trip over an injury on his back, but as sharp as the pain is, it's not enough to pull him out of this. he moans softly against evan's throat, ducking once he's satisfied with his work to try and find evan's face and draw him into a kiss. ]

[ when evan lets go of his leg, david hitches it at his hip, wraps it around him enough to give himself some stability. leverage to be able to pull himself in and rock his hips to move with evan. the hand he has at his hip he pushes around to his lower back, nails dragging against his skin as he feels him out, the familiar roughness of his skin, the way his muscles flex when he moves. he would've thought he'd be bored of this by now, but instead david finds himself craving that touch almost as much as any other part of this. ]

[ the kissing is still just slightly unusual for evan - but he doesn't fight it. not at this point. it's clearly something david wants out of this, and it keeps him from the usual insults and obnoxious comments. he's about the only one who gets it. for everyone else, at least so far, it's too close to actual intimacy. at least, that's what he assumes, in less particular words.

now it's like nothing ever changed. like there was never any argument or fight over the stupid rope, which he's still annoyed david took so much issue with but isn't going to bring up now. because david's just about wrapped around him and he's got both hands on him in turn. the kiss is half biting, no blood, just the roughness that gets into everything they do, because god forbid he not let the violence bleed into his entire existence.

then again, nobody's ever complained. not even david. so he drags his nails over his back, his hips, his chest, gets one hand back up in david's hair, fingers curling in the strands where they can, keeping his head in place as he eventually breaks off the kiss to go right back to leaving livid marks on his neck and shoulders without ever slowing the pace of everything else. ]

[ david would probably laugh if evan ever told him his thoughts on kissing — it's not like there's anything particularly intimate about the way they do it, all teeth and half-restrained violence. in david's mind it's just something that he enjoys, something that heightens the pleasure just a little. he certainly wouldn't be looking for intimacy from evan of all people anyway. ]

[ in that vein, he's a little disappointed when evan pulls away, ducks his head again to try and chase his lips, buf he can't catch him before evan's back at his throat. david curses sharply, head tilted with the pull of evan's hand in his haiir, there's nowhere to hide the way his voice picks up with the mouth at his throat.
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[ different things get different people, and this is one of david's weaker points. evan assumes it's all sensation. some people get off on the power of it, the relinquishing of control, but that doesn't seem like david. given everything else he does, and everything else that gets him going, evan's almost dead certain it's the combination of pain and pleasure that david wants.

so he gives it to him. the cursing that turns into something else, words vanishing as he finds either unmarked skin to go after or the fresher marks to layer another bite on top of. he gets his free arm around david's lower back to try and pull him in as if they can get any closer, or as if david might try to leave. it doesn't give him any more control over the speed than he already has, but it feels right. instinctive. keeping them in place, getting more of his skin on david as he picks up the pace without really noticing it. ]

[ something about the combination of evan pulling him in, the faster pace, and the mouth on-- on wherever evan finds completely overwhelms him for a long moment. he clutches evan tightly, fingers digging in where he's holding evan hard enough they'd leave nasty bruises on someone with normal skin. a weak, desperate noise slips out that he'd be absolutely fucking mortified by if he was aware of it at all, but luckily david's really not aware of anything except what he can feel right now. ]

[ he curses again — sharper, harsher — rough nails raking down evan's back with a lot less care for wounds and shrapnel and whatever else than david usually shows. if it hurts either of them, right now it'd likely just be a bright spark intensifying it all anyway. ]

[ that's what he was looking for. not a total loss of self-control but it's shredding. falling apart under the onslaught. evan doubles down, or at least makes an attempt since there's not a whole hell of a lot of room to do so. his hand in david's hair pulls his head back a little further; he moves to leave a mark up closer to his jaw, almost as his ear; the other hand digs fingers and nails into david's hip; and he doesn't really speed up but he goes harder with every thrust. again, as best he can. they're already this close and caught up. hard to make it better where they are.

he could get a hand around david, but he doesn't. that's deliberate. david could, but then he'd have to let evan go in turn.

maybe a different time - nah. better not to think about that now. he doesn't usually plan for the future. there's not a point here. they tend to do this on impulse, with whatever's around. planning suggests a regularity. consistency. wouldn't work for them. ]

[ david would much rather have his hands on evan than sacrifice that contact to get one on himself. it's not like he needs it anyway, a fact that still manages to surprise and confuse david if he lets himself think about it. mostly he opts not to. ]

[ part of him resents how well evan's got his fucking number, probably always will. even through the haze of sensation that has him a gasping, moaning wreck, part of him is still pissed about it. simmering deep under everything while david clutches at evan, hand returning to the back of his head to hold him there, as if evan needs the encouragement.
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[ it gets easy to lose himself - and lose control - in this. especially being able to hear, clearly, the effect this is having. he used to think he'd never find an upside in the ability of some survivors to constantly run their fucking mouth, but time told him otherwise. david's never been the type to shut up, and that carries into this. funny how things work out.

that self-control is starting to give way now, though. he's pretty sure he can outlast david but one of these days that's not going to be true. the bites get harder, closer to breaking skin. his grip tightens, nails digging in where they can. he'd say something, but that would mean he'd have to let go briefly, focus, try to get words out ... and besides, at this point, anything he'd say would just break the intensity. he's sure it'd be enough to sabotage this. ]

[ david could restrain himself, (or at least he likes to think he could,) but why would he? at a basic level, it feels good to let himself be this vocal, but he knows evan gets off on that shit too. ]

[ it doesn't take much more to push him over. david grits his teeth on a breathless almost-- between moans, the harder bites making him grip harder at the back of evan's head, the hand on his back digging into his skin as if he wants to rip chunks out of it. as if the skin to skin contact isn't enough and he would bury himself in evan's flesh if he could. ]

[ it doesn't take much more to push him over, the tension in him snapping suddenly, thighs clamping at evan's sides, squeezing and pulling him in as he comes. ]

[ that's what does it. every time. the intensity of it, the pressure, the sensation of it all. it drags him over the edge right on the heels of david's orgasm, making him snarl something wordless against his skin and tighten his grip to the point where it might actually hurt - for the arm around his back to potentially do damage. it's not intentional, but fuck.

maybe it's been a little too long since he last got david in here.

it takes a little while for him to get control again, and he doesn't hurry that along. his grip loosens eventually but he doesn't let go or pull away once the world starts coming back. it'll happen later. for now he stays right where he is, fingers moving off the bruises he's probably left on david's hip only to curl around a spot a little higher, fist uncurling from david's hair to rest on the back of his neck instead. ]

[ the way evan's arm is around him makes some pained noises slip out among the others, it hurts enough to take david out of it a little, but not enough that he doesn't immediately sink against evan once it's passed. his own grip loosening too, hands resting lightly on his neck and back. ]

[ he has the same thought: maybe it's been a little too long since he was last here. ]

[ a slow, growing awareness of his body starts to come back as he comes down and it's a bit more pain than he's used to from evan, but that's not even entirely his fault. small aches coming into focus, his back where evan likely tripped over one or two of those injuries, another that makes a quiet part of his mind hope evan didn't do any damage with that last squeeze. he's also fucking exhausted, he realises as his body relaxes, idly letting his thumb brush back and forth over a spot on the back of evan's neck. ]

[ time passes in some ways around here, and eventually aches start to settle in on top of the perpetual pains. so does david's little gentle touch against his neck, which is unsettling in ways evan doesn't think about much.

so he finally pulls himself away, or at least off, arm unwrapping from around david's waist and his other hand sliding off his neck to support himself against the workbench as he pulls back. not enough that david's about to hit the floor but enough to pull out of him, then settle back in closer. he can feel david's weight against him. it's almost all of it. he's about ready to pass out, if evan's any judge.

normally this would be the point where he gets whoever's here by the arm and toss them out into the cold with their clothes. that in itself is a step up from what he used to do, which was kill them so they'd get out of his way and back to the campfire faster. but right now he just stays where he is, because it wouldn't be the first time david's crashed here.

although he's got things to do, so he doesn't stay there that long. ]

You gonna pass out on me?

[ david grimaces when evan pulls out, never really a fan of that feeling, but other than that evan stays still, so david settles again. he knows he has to get going eventually, but that was a lot on top of an already injured body. it shouldn't be a surprise to anyone that he's worn the fuck out. ]

Might.

[ there's an amused lilt to his voice at the idea, a tired half a smirk blooming as he puts a hand on evan's good shoulder to push himself upright. ]

Go find a corner to curl up in maybe.

[ the response means david's got enough strength back to hold himself, which means evan can probably let go. he gives him a little more time. enough to make sure he still has a grip on himself, mostly, but he can pretend it's for david's sake. ]

Just use the damn bed.

[ it's not like it'd be the first time, and nobody goes back there anyway. well. not right now, at least.

evan pulls himself away when he's fairly certain david's going to stay upright on the workbench and pulls his waders back up, buckling them back in place and reaching for his mask again. he doesn't pull it on right away but keeps a grip on it, just in case david's too exhausted to stay in place and slides straight onto the floor and he needs both hands again. ]

[ david raises an eyebrow, surprised by the offer. it's not the first time, sure, but evan is particular about his property. about his space. and david gets it, it's why he'd never assume something being okay one time means he has an open invitation, wouldn't necessarily even ask about it a second time unless he had something to give in exchange. ]

You sure?

Wouldn't offer if I wasn't.

[ there's a hint of annoyance there, because since when does he offer anything without meaning it? but he's not in the mood to get really pissed off. besides, the wariness is warranted. anybody else would be the same way.

he swipes david's clothes off the floor and drops them in his lap, not caring about any mess that might spread around. ]

Better than you passing out halfway back and drawing some scavenger over here.

[ david makes a tired attempt to catch the clothes before they land in his lap, it's really only partially successful. at least it's on the leg of his jeans rather than somewhere more embarassing. either way, david dumps them on the table next to him, because he might fake stability well, but he knows he's in no fucking state to move or get dressed just yet. ]

Just don't want you getting pissed 'cause I'm still here an hour from now.

[ partially joking, but it's also a fair assessment, he thinks. ]

An hour from now I'll be killin' your friends again.

[ it's not said with any particular malice. it's just a fact. another fact of this place, of the life they live. in a hour he'll be too busy to care, essentially. and once he gets back he'll probably forget david's there at all, because he doesn't use the bed on his own time, and who knows if the entity won't grab david before he even wakes up?

the injuries come to mind again, and he looks them over. the angry red marks and welt at his shoulder that's a familiar injury to every survivor. they shouldn't linger like that. ]

Just don't fuck around and I doubt I'll remember you even went in.

[ there's some visible discomfort that david can't quite conceal at what evan says; sure, it's a fact of this place, but he tries really hard not to think about it when he's here. thinks about the last two times he woke up here and the way he felt at the realisation evan wasn't here because he was in a trial. he might prefer it if evan's here when he wakes up, just for his own sanity. ]

[ the moment passes and evan keeps talking, david reaches behind himself for the tattered rags that used to be a t-shirt and uses that to clean up with a soft snort. "don't fuck around," when does he anymore? ]

What am I gonna do in there anyway? Change the lightbulb?

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how... did i post an entire tag in courier and not notice

the number of times i've done small instead of courier in text threads is astronomical

we're so good at html 🙏

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