[ despite the rage, despite the uncertain hunger, despite everything - david's comment makes evan laugh. just that one short snort, more a huff of breath, but it's clear in the way he looks away just a little that david got him with that one. ]
Not 'til you really piss me off.
[ which killing him, apparently, isn't quite up to. no, he saves the furnace for very particular people, and very few of them at that. mostly it's just a pain in the ass to clean the remains out so the whole thing works properly again. it's hard to get good heat when the bone fragments are throwing the temperature off.
but until the day david crosses that line - unlikely, in his opinion, even for david - that won't matter. he tightens his grip around david's throat, then pushes him back - not with his grip, but with his whole body, back toward the nearest open worktable until they hit it. ]
Comin' here was a bad decision.
[ although he says it without as much violent intent as he normally would. ]
[ he has no choice but to move with the push, all the way until he hits the worktable, his own grip on evan's arm tightening in response to the grip around his throat. ]
[ he doesn't mention the ways he's thought of to really get under evan's skin, he hasn't pissed david off enough either, though he doesn't doubt it's possible. more he'd rather not dwell on the possibility of making some truly terrible decisions. ill-advised, like this, right now, is plenty. can't help the little scoff that slips out of him at evan's little comment, though david does note the way there's less intent than he's used to. ]
You gonna talk my ear off about it?
[ david presses his thumbs against evan's inner wrist, trying to firce him to let up. ]
I'm here now anyway, ain't I. Never let a bad decision stop me before.
[ no, evan thinks, you haven't. it's backfired before, and who knows? it might backfire now. but.
he can feel the pressure on his wrist, making him whole arm hurt. too much more and he'll have to drop david. give him leeway. leeway he had before and didn't take. the broken traps are an offense, but the workshop wasn't destroyed, not even a little. david had been there long enough to do some damage. and he didn't.
evan pauses a few seconds longer, considering. then he stops thinking too hard.
the kiss is more violence than anything else, but it's the same sort of thing david's met him with before. he lets him drop a little without letting go of his throat, gets his other hand balled up in the front of david's shirt and keeps him in even if he has to let go of his throat. he's got him crowded against the workbench, at least for now. there's still room to maneuver - at least, for him. ]
[ david makes another low, growling noise, but he kisses evan back, angry and messy. par for the course between the two of them really, the way david bites at his lips, kisses him like he wants to taste blood. definitely at least a little intentional too, when he lets go of evan's wrist with one hand to tug at his waders, that he pulls on the side twisted up in his fucked up shoulder. ]
[ it's kind of weird. he's been on the other side of this sort of thing, sure, (something that is frustratingly starting to become a recurring theme with evan,) but david's instincts aren't great here. the idea of fighting not to win, but just to make this difficult for evan, make him work for it. get him properly riled up. it's a bit hard to wrap his head around. ]
[ but he's plenty practiced in being a pain in the ass at this point. he doubles down on his effort to make evan let go of his throat, enough to forcibly pull back from that kiss-
- and throw his head forward in a headbutt. the sexiest of all moves, of course. ]
S'not all you got, is it? [ he huffs out a breath, looks up at evan with exactly the kind of smirk he knows he hates. ] Never woulda let you fuck me if I'd known you were such a soft touch.
[ the pull on his waders makes him snarl into the half-fight, half-kiss, and his grip buries tighter into david's shirt. when david breaks it off, he watches him, teeth bared -
and then their skulls connect and for a second he's blindsided. doesn't let go of david completely, but only takes one step back to keep himself in place.
through the surprise of it david's words cut bright and clear, like glass or flying metal. soft touch. it reminds him of his own thoughts: getting soft. if even the survivors can see it, if even he can't get a handle on himself enough to let his rage carry him like he has for his entire fucking life, then what the fuck is he even doing?
for a second the real rage is back on his face - just a flicker of it, enough that david'll know he hit something but not long enough to suggest this is about to go bad again. then he lets go and winds back his right hand, aiming a fist for david's skull.
except it's a feint, his left hand curling into a fist to aim straight for david's gut. the intent is one hit, hard enough to wind him, knock him senseless for just long enough for evan to turn him around and slam him facefirst over the worktable. ]
[ that little flash of rage on evan's face puts a smile on david's — a brief, wicked little thing, knowing little what a deep cut that was. half expects the punch for it, and the headbutt, easily dipping to the side to avoid it. too easily. but even if he'd realised it was a feint that fraction of a moment sooner, there's nowhere for david to move for that kind of thing. all he can do is absorb the blow as best he can. ]
[ enough he doesn't throw up on the spot maybe, but it still winds him. leaves him unable to do much except curse when he's suddenly spun, body bent over the table with a wheeze at the impact. ]
[ david doesn't just lay there and accept it though. he snarls, bucks like a trapped animal, throws his elbows back to try and hit evan. doing everything in his power to be as difficult about this as possible. ]
[ he's got one hand on david's back, close to his neck but not on it yet, pushing him down and holding him as best he can. the fighting is about what he expected and he weathers the elbows, snarling as they hit burned-in metal, old wounds, new wounds, shrapnel. it's hard to keep him down, even crushing his hips against the table like he is.
evan knows there's only so much he can do to keep a fighting body down, even with his strength. he leans forward a little more, dodging what's almost another crack to the skull, and gets his hand on david's neck fully. pushes down hard to try and make it impossible to buck, or at least too painful to manage, grinding his face down into the aging wood underneath. his other hand smacks away an elbow - a punch directly to the back of it, unintentional but hopefully painful - and then grabs the back of david's pants, jerks, yanks to get them off. no working at the belt or zipper unless it's absolutely necessary.
abrupt, sure. but that's always what he's gone for. no reason to wait. besides, he just took a hit to the skull from someone who's busted up his traps, who trespassed without an invitation, who lives to make his life a misery, or at least be a constant pain in his ass. who called him a soft touch. as if he doesn't already know how bad things can be here.
[ the hand on his neck, face pressed into the table so all he can smell is the wood and the metal and grease it's been party too for however long, the hit to his elbow that gets a noise somewhere between surprise and pain out of him. pinned between his neck and his hips, david seethes, has to actively take a breath and remind himself this is what he wants to bring the anger back from a boil to a simmer. ]
[ he plants his hands on the table, tries to push up against evan's hand, but even if he wasn't here fresh off a death david's not entirely sure he could manage it. tries again for good measure, but the effort doesn't really seem worth it. half considers kicking back, trying to get one of evan's knees, but having his pants ripped down so suddenly genuinely shocks him into stillness for a second. it shouldn't really be a surprise, all things considered, but it is. ]
--Well, look who woke up.
[ it comes out muffled on account of how he's halfway to becoming one with the workbench, but that half-teasing, half-mocking tone is still there. as if he's not the one pinned over a bench with his ass out right now. ]
[ it pisses evan off further, hearing that, but he keeps a rein on his anger for the moment. maybe david was just goading him into it, and maybe he was up for being goaded. he can still remember how furious david was the last time, to the point where it tipped things in the opposite direction - as if evan himself didn't help that along - and wonders how much of that is close at hand.
doesn't matter. david's not fighting seriously now. the tension, the struggle - they're all there, but it's not frantic. evan's been a bastard long enough to know the difference.
he just snorts in response to the comment and uses his free hand to squeeze david's ass - no, he didn't forget that from last time - and then press up against him, even clothed as he is. it's not as if they'll do much to hide what's underneath.
he leans over david and plants his hand next to his head. ]
You want me to teach you a lesson, all you gotta do's ask.
[ instead of fucking around and goading him into it - though he's capable of recognizing why someone might not just ask. ]
[ it's always right on the precipice, that anger that can't be channelled into anything except violence, just barely kept at bay, especially here, because it's so much easier to let it consume him with evan than with other people. even now it feels like there's a million things pissing him off; being pinned over this workbench, evan's weight pressing against him, the fact that he's already half hard and all it really took was being tossed around a little to get him there. the unintentional low noise that rumbles low and quiet in response to the way evan squeezes his ass. all of it, little things chipping at the dam that keeps his temper from spilling over. ]
[ it's what makes david try to shake evan off, as if he could, part of his brain screaming disappointment at him for submitting like this when he should be trying to kill this guy for that bullshit in the trial. ]
I told you-- [ he turns his head and lets out a heavy breath, cranes his neck as much as the grip on it will allow. ] You wanna be a cunt about this, wanna throw your weight around, you're gonna have to make me.
[ it's something he's familiar with doing, at least. not that hearing it from david does much to mollify the permanent fury over - well, everything.
but it does do something. he presses harder against david, making sure the edge of the table digs in hard against his hips and waist. a pain that'll stick around through all of this, but not one that's going to distract. at least not long enough. and it's a reminder that there's nowhere to go. not forward and not back. ]
All right.
[ it's a lot more controlled than he thought it would be. he moves his grip a little further up david's neck to his head, but lets him keep it turned. ]
You want spit or nothin'?
[ evan's expression is as close to blank as the anger will allow, if david can see it. he wants to play this kind of game? he'll get it. ]
[ david grimaces at the way his hips dig into the table, hisses and instinctively pushes back against evan to get away from it. he'll have to fight his way out of this if he wants to move, and that feels to david like it'd turn things from a harsh fuck to an actual fight. not that he'd necessarily complain about that either, but he's already got his pants down here. ]
You try fuckin' me with nothing and this place is gonna be covered in both our blood.
[ it's as certain as any threat he's gotten from evan, a guarantee that he'll regret it if he even tries. a reminder too, that david's letting this happen. just because it'd be difficult doesn't mean he couldn't get out of this. and they've both been clear enough with eachother that they're willing enough to die to take the other out with them. ]
[ the tension doesn't spike exactly, but he's pretty certain david's not joking about that, even slightly. evan guessed something like that would be the response. he grips david's head a little tighter for a second. ]
Then don't bite.
[ he moves his other hand from the table to david's mouth and doesn't give him time to get ready before aiming to get two fingers inside. he's rough - rougher than before, because of the nature of all this. not going to break anything but not going to give david any leeway, either, and he's not going to let him move his head to try and adjust.
he does take a little more time than he might otherwise, though. maybe not ideal for david in the moment, but it'll benefit him later, evan figures. the last few times weren't exactly gentle but they were nowhere near as rough as he can get. and right now, he's not planning on anything but rough. ]
[ the annoyance is obvious in the set of david's jaw, the brief flare of his nostrils, the way he glares, but in the interest of not having his ass torn open he takes the fingers into his mouth — not that he has much of a say with the way evan shoves them in. part of him wants nothing more than bite down hard, grind his teeth into evan's knuckle, but that wouldn't do anything for anyone except be the reason he's in a world of agony. ]
[ he does his best to be thorough, to make sure those fingers don't leave his mouth until they're drenched. if he were less angry he might note that evan isn't rushing this, but right now all his focus is on the hand on his head and the fingers in his mouth and the way he feels like he could vibrate out of his skin with how badly he wants to lash out. ]
[ but he doesn't. and it pisses him off, but this isn't exactly the part of things to be fucking around with. ]
[ under his hand he can feel david ready to kill at the first sign of weakness. even one second will be enough. he's not biting, but that's not a sign that he's calm. just that he knows what'll happen if he does.
he's at least working with him, so evan gives him the time. gets ready enough. this is still going to be a problem, at least for david. when he decides he's done he pulls his hand back sharply and doesn't hesitate at all to get his hand down to david's ass and work them in. and he's not particularly gentle about it, either.
but not dangerous. not truly violent, just rough even as he's being thorough. he keeps david's head pinned down, having moved back a fraction of space to get his hand where it needed to be, so even if there's more leeway the only way david can go is back - onto his hand.
he watches david's expression. feels the rage more than he sees it. waits to see any flicker of change, or if the anger will carry him through this. it'll do that for both of them, honestly, but evan's not the one pinned to a table. ]
[ david grunts with that initial discomfort, closes his eyes and takes a breath just to try and ease it a little bit. try and relax the way his whole body feels coiled and tense, like he's ready to spring up at the first opportunity. it doesn't really do much but it's enough, he supposes, that evan doesn't have to fight him just to do this. ]
[ he plants his hands on the table, just for a second, wanting to move but not having any way to that would help. ends up rocking back a little onto evan's hand after some time, makes a quiet noise like one might after nicking a finger on something sharp, but it gives him a little space. takes the pressure off his hips where they've been pressed against the edge of the table. ]
[ it gives him just enough room too that he can move a hand down to wrap around his cock. the angle isn't great for it, can't move his hand much once it's down there, but he doesn't need all that. just enough that he can stroke himself to take the edge off, distract himself from any pain or discomfort while evan does what he has to. ]
[ he's more focused on david's face than on the rest of him, so by the time he realizes that hand's gotten down under david, between him and the table, it's almost too late. evan glowers at the move and stops dead where he is, fingers buried deep in david. ]
Get your hand back on the table or I'll break it.
[ there's no real violence to the threat, at least just yet, but his own expression suggests it is a real threat. because it is. david wants to fuck around, wants to fight him for this? then he does what he's told. and evan's not moving until he can see his hand again - or until he has to pull it back up himself. ]
[ the smart thing to do would be to put his hand back on the table, and david stills to consider it, debates on whether it's worth pushing his luck. ]
[ not really, truth be told, but david can't help himself. ]
Fuck you.
[ the hand stays where it is and david opens his eyes to try and look up at evan, staring daggers in his direction at least with a scowl on his face. ]
[ in truth, he knows breaking david's hand is going to make things worse without much chance of getting better. he also knows not following through on his threat will just make him look worse.
there's a slim middle ground, which he figures will be ideal to take. he can always break his arm for real later. evan pulls his hand out and reaches down under david, grabs his wrist hard enough to bruise almost immediately and drags it off, twists it hard, brings it to the side and slams his knee into it to hold it in place.
not quite a break. he's sure he'll hear about that, either now or later. but it gives him his hand back - although david's got another hand. well, whatever. he'll deal with that if it comes up.
he gets his fingers back inside david quick enough that it's probably not altogether pleasant, but by this point he's mostly done. enough so that it's not much longer before he's getting the waders undone, letting them drop so the one side gets caught on his knee where it's pinning david's hand. that's fine. it's enough for now. ]
[ well he can't say it's not a relief that evan doesn't actually break his hand — the way he immediately tensed up when he grabbed his wrist is proof enough he was bracing himself for it — but that doesn't mean david's about to express any gratitude. he pulls first, trying unsuccessfully to get his hand out from under evan's knee, and when that doesn't work he flexes his fingers. stretches them out and makes a quiet noise, a 'hm' that could be a little judgemental. but just a little. ]
[ not that david gets to spend much time with those thoughts, the fingers back inside him are a sharp shock that gets a noise of complaint from him, enough that it's almost a relief when evan pulls them back out again. ]
[ almost, because then he feels the waders drop behind him and david takes another deep breath. this hasn't exactly been pleasant to start with so far, and he imagines he'll be getting less of the benefit of evan's limited patience this time around. ]
[ evan watches david - his hard breathing, deliberate, bracing himself - as he uses what little's left on his hand to slick himself up. there's other options, but he doesn't go for those now. maybe another time. maybe when he's in a better mood and david's furious again he can do things a little differently, if this doesn't poison things - which he's not sure it will. david came down here knowing what he was looking for. ]
You didn't need it last time.
[ he doesn't move his knee just yet - will eventually, but for now, he's not letting david have that back - as he shifts his hips back a little.
when he presses in it's not particularly harsh or sudden or violent, but he doesn't pause or go too slowly. and he doesn't give david time to adjust, either. he starts to fuck him without any real prelude or warning. like david's got no opinion on it either way, or at least isn't going to have one acknowledged. ]
[ is about as far as he gets. cut off as david makes another of those quiet, complaining noises when evan presses into him, starts to move his free hand but weighing his options, the bit of relief it'd offer isn't enough to run the risk of actually having his hand broken this time around. ]
[ though he does start to reconsider that when evan starts to move, it definitely makes him sure he would've been willing to kill evan over trying to fuck him without anything because it's not great without having the time to adjust first. he grits his teeth and bites down on a groan and lets it out as a hitched breath instead, because like hell is he letting evan have any indication that he's even just a little in pain, even if it's to be expected. it's not unbearable, and he knows the balance will shift. ]
[ if evan hears david utter a soft, breathless "wanker" under his breath though, well they both know he's right about that one. not that david is necessarily any better. ]
[ recognizing that david's opted to deal with this at least for the time being, evan gives him the slim reprieve of not going any hard than he already is. or faster, really. it's a steady pace, one he can half-focus on while keeping the rest of his attention on the rest of david.
his hand no longer occupied, he reaches down and grabs david's trapped wrist so he can pull his leg away. the waders drop to the floor as he twists david's arm up to his back, keeping it pinned, and pushes his other hand up from david's neck to his head, fingers buried in his hair and digging in. david still has a free hand of his own, but it'll be difficult to fight back like this - and he just might break the one he's got if anything goes wrong.
it gives evan enough leverage to lean over him and tug his head up a little, regardless of what pain that might cause. ]
You don't get to be pissed off that I'm givin' you what you want.
[ this isn't true and he knows it, but as if he's going to let up now. ]
[ in this moment it's a blessing honestly. maybe when he's a bit more experienced he could take something rough right out the gate, but right now it lets him ease in, a little less sore which means a little less temperamental in turn. ]
[ well, until evan pins his arm behind his back anyway, and david wriggles, strains like he could pull his arm out of evan's grip through the power of being in a shitty mood alone. gasps when evan pulls his head up, kind of mad that it does something for him, but that's low on the list of things he wants to fight about right now. ]
Sayin' that like you don't want it.
[ he figures they're two peas in a pod on this one, the desire for something rough and violent paired with the way it only adds fuel to that anger instead of smothering it. ]
[ that gets david the slightest unamused grin in return. ]
Ain't the one who went lookin' for it.
[ which isn't all that different, in the end. but he heard that gasp, knows that someone so accustomed to violence (as much as he himself is) is probably deep enough into it that it combines with sex as much as death. it's a common theme in this shithole, at least in his experience.
he twists david's arm a little more and gets a little rougher without getting faster. going harder instead of letting the urge to speed up take over. he loosens his grip in david's hair for the time being, but doesn't let go or give him any leeway. waits, at least for the moment. until things take a turn even david can't hide. ]
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Not 'til you really piss me off.
[ which killing him, apparently, isn't quite up to. no, he saves the furnace for very particular people, and very few of them at that. mostly it's just a pain in the ass to clean the remains out so the whole thing works properly again. it's hard to get good heat when the bone fragments are throwing the temperature off.
but until the day david crosses that line - unlikely, in his opinion, even for david - that won't matter. he tightens his grip around david's throat, then pushes him back - not with his grip, but with his whole body, back toward the nearest open worktable until they hit it. ]
Comin' here was a bad decision.
[ although he says it without as much violent intent as he normally would. ]
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[ he doesn't mention the ways he's thought of to really get under evan's skin, he hasn't pissed david off enough either, though he doesn't doubt it's possible. more he'd rather not dwell on the possibility of making some truly terrible decisions. ill-advised, like this, right now, is plenty. can't help the little scoff that slips out of him at evan's little comment, though david does note the way there's less intent than he's used to. ]
You gonna talk my ear off about it?
[ david presses his thumbs against evan's inner wrist, trying to firce him to let up. ]
I'm here now anyway, ain't I. Never let a bad decision stop me before.
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he can feel the pressure on his wrist, making him whole arm hurt. too much more and he'll have to drop david. give him leeway. leeway he had before and didn't take. the broken traps are an offense, but the workshop wasn't destroyed, not even a little. david had been there long enough to do some damage. and he didn't.
evan pauses a few seconds longer, considering. then he stops thinking too hard.
the kiss is more violence than anything else, but it's the same sort of thing david's met him with before. he lets him drop a little without letting go of his throat, gets his other hand balled up in the front of david's shirt and keeps him in even if he has to let go of his throat. he's got him crowded against the workbench, at least for now. there's still room to maneuver - at least, for him. ]
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[ it's kind of weird. he's been on the other side of this sort of thing, sure, (something that is frustratingly starting to become a recurring theme with evan,) but david's instincts aren't great here. the idea of fighting not to win, but just to make this difficult for evan, make him work for it. get him properly riled up. it's a bit hard to wrap his head around. ]
[ but he's plenty practiced in being a pain in the ass at this point. he doubles down on his effort to make evan let go of his throat, enough to forcibly pull back from that kiss-
- and throw his head forward in a headbutt. the sexiest of all moves, of course. ]
S'not all you got, is it? [ he huffs out a breath, looks up at evan with exactly the kind of smirk he knows he hates. ] Never woulda let you fuck me if I'd known you were such a soft touch.
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and then their skulls connect and for a second he's blindsided. doesn't let go of david completely, but only takes one step back to keep himself in place.
through the surprise of it david's words cut bright and clear, like glass or flying metal. soft touch. it reminds him of his own thoughts: getting soft. if even the survivors can see it, if even he can't get a handle on himself enough to let his rage carry him like he has for his entire fucking life, then what the fuck is he even doing?
for a second the real rage is back on his face - just a flicker of it, enough that david'll know he hit something but not long enough to suggest this is about to go bad again. then he lets go and winds back his right hand, aiming a fist for david's skull.
except it's a feint, his left hand curling into a fist to aim straight for david's gut. the intent is one hit, hard enough to wind him, knock him senseless for just long enough for evan to turn him around and slam him facefirst over the worktable. ]
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[ enough he doesn't throw up on the spot maybe, but it still winds him. leaves him unable to do much except curse when he's suddenly spun, body bent over the table with a wheeze at the impact. ]
[ david doesn't just lay there and accept it though. he snarls, bucks like a trapped animal, throws his elbows back to try and hit evan. doing everything in his power to be as difficult about this as possible. ]
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evan knows there's only so much he can do to keep a fighting body down, even with his strength. he leans forward a little more, dodging what's almost another crack to the skull, and gets his hand on david's neck fully. pushes down hard to try and make it impossible to buck, or at least too painful to manage, grinding his face down into the aging wood underneath. his other hand smacks away an elbow - a punch directly to the back of it, unintentional but hopefully painful - and then grabs the back of david's pants, jerks, yanks to get them off. no working at the belt or zipper unless it's absolutely necessary.
abrupt, sure. but that's always what he's gone for. no reason to wait. besides, he just took a hit to the skull from someone who's busted up his traps, who trespassed without an invitation, who lives to make his life a misery, or at least be a constant pain in his ass. who called him a soft touch. as if he doesn't already know how bad things can be here.
evan's not about to wait for that. ]
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[ he plants his hands on the table, tries to push up against evan's hand, but even if he wasn't here fresh off a death david's not entirely sure he could manage it. tries again for good measure, but the effort doesn't really seem worth it. half considers kicking back, trying to get one of evan's knees, but having his pants ripped down so suddenly genuinely shocks him into stillness for a second. it shouldn't really be a surprise, all things considered, but it is. ]
--Well, look who woke up.
[ it comes out muffled on account of how he's halfway to becoming one with the workbench, but that half-teasing, half-mocking tone is still there. as if he's not the one pinned over a bench with his ass out right now. ]
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doesn't matter. david's not fighting seriously now. the tension, the struggle - they're all there, but it's not frantic. evan's been a bastard long enough to know the difference.
he just snorts in response to the comment and uses his free hand to squeeze david's ass - no, he didn't forget that from last time - and then press up against him, even clothed as he is. it's not as if they'll do much to hide what's underneath.
he leans over david and plants his hand next to his head. ]
You want me to teach you a lesson, all you gotta do's ask.
[ instead of fucking around and goading him into it - though he's capable of recognizing why someone might not just ask. ]
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[ it's what makes david try to shake evan off, as if he could, part of his brain screaming disappointment at him for submitting like this when he should be trying to kill this guy for that bullshit in the trial. ]
I told you-- [ he turns his head and lets out a heavy breath, cranes his neck as much as the grip on it will allow. ] You wanna be a cunt about this, wanna throw your weight around, you're gonna have to make me.
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but it does do something. he presses harder against david, making sure the edge of the table digs in hard against his hips and waist. a pain that'll stick around through all of this, but not one that's going to distract. at least not long enough. and it's a reminder that there's nowhere to go. not forward and not back. ]
All right.
[ it's a lot more controlled than he thought it would be. he moves his grip a little further up david's neck to his head, but lets him keep it turned. ]
You want spit or nothin'?
[ evan's expression is as close to blank as the anger will allow, if david can see it. he wants to play this kind of game? he'll get it. ]
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You try fuckin' me with nothing and this place is gonna be covered in both our blood.
[ it's as certain as any threat he's gotten from evan, a guarantee that he'll regret it if he even tries. a reminder too, that david's letting this happen. just because it'd be difficult doesn't mean he couldn't get out of this. and they've both been clear enough with eachother that they're willing enough to die to take the other out with them. ]
[ but ideally it won't come to that. ]
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Then don't bite.
[ he moves his other hand from the table to david's mouth and doesn't give him time to get ready before aiming to get two fingers inside. he's rough - rougher than before, because of the nature of all this. not going to break anything but not going to give david any leeway, either, and he's not going to let him move his head to try and adjust.
he does take a little more time than he might otherwise, though. maybe not ideal for david in the moment, but it'll benefit him later, evan figures. the last few times weren't exactly gentle but they were nowhere near as rough as he can get. and right now, he's not planning on anything but rough. ]
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[ he does his best to be thorough, to make sure those fingers don't leave his mouth until they're drenched. if he were less angry he might note that evan isn't rushing this, but right now all his focus is on the hand on his head and the fingers in his mouth and the way he feels like he could vibrate out of his skin with how badly he wants to lash out. ]
[ but he doesn't. and it pisses him off, but this isn't exactly the part of things to be fucking around with. ]
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he's at least working with him, so evan gives him the time. gets ready enough. this is still going to be a problem, at least for david. when he decides he's done he pulls his hand back sharply and doesn't hesitate at all to get his hand down to david's ass and work them in. and he's not particularly gentle about it, either.
but not dangerous. not truly violent, just rough even as he's being thorough. he keeps david's head pinned down, having moved back a fraction of space to get his hand where it needed to be, so even if there's more leeway the only way david can go is back - onto his hand.
he watches david's expression. feels the rage more than he sees it. waits to see any flicker of change, or if the anger will carry him through this. it'll do that for both of them, honestly, but evan's not the one pinned to a table. ]
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[ he plants his hands on the table, just for a second, wanting to move but not having any way to that would help. ends up rocking back a little onto evan's hand after some time, makes a quiet noise like one might after nicking a finger on something sharp, but it gives him a little space. takes the pressure off his hips where they've been pressed against the edge of the table. ]
[ it gives him just enough room too that he can move a hand down to wrap around his cock. the angle isn't great for it, can't move his hand much once it's down there, but he doesn't need all that. just enough that he can stroke himself to take the edge off, distract himself from any pain or discomfort while evan does what he has to. ]
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Get your hand back on the table or I'll break it.
[ there's no real violence to the threat, at least just yet, but his own expression suggests it is a real threat. because it is. david wants to fuck around, wants to fight him for this? then he does what he's told. and evan's not moving until he can see his hand again - or until he has to pull it back up himself. ]
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[ not really, truth be told, but david can't help himself. ]
Fuck you.
[ the hand stays where it is and david opens his eyes to try and look up at evan, staring daggers in his direction at least with a scowl on his face. ]
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there's a slim middle ground, which he figures will be ideal to take. he can always break his arm for real later. evan pulls his hand out and reaches down under david, grabs his wrist hard enough to bruise almost immediately and drags it off, twists it hard, brings it to the side and slams his knee into it to hold it in place.
not quite a break. he's sure he'll hear about that, either now or later. but it gives him his hand back - although david's got another hand. well, whatever. he'll deal with that if it comes up.
he gets his fingers back inside david quick enough that it's probably not altogether pleasant, but by this point he's mostly done. enough so that it's not much longer before he's getting the waders undone, letting them drop so the one side gets caught on his knee where it's pinning david's hand. that's fine. it's enough for now. ]
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[ not that david gets to spend much time with those thoughts, the fingers back inside him are a sharp shock that gets a noise of complaint from him, enough that it's almost a relief when evan pulls them back out again. ]
[ almost, because then he feels the waders drop behind him and david takes another deep breath. this hasn't exactly been pleasant to start with so far, and he imagines he'll be getting less of the benefit of evan's limited patience this time around. ]
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You didn't need it last time.
[ he doesn't move his knee just yet - will eventually, but for now, he's not letting david have that back - as he shifts his hips back a little.
when he presses in it's not particularly harsh or sudden or violent, but he doesn't pause or go too slowly. and he doesn't give david time to adjust, either. he starts to fuck him without any real prelude or warning. like david's got no opinion on it either way, or at least isn't going to have one acknowledged. ]
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[ is about as far as he gets. cut off as david makes another of those quiet, complaining noises when evan presses into him, starts to move his free hand but weighing his options, the bit of relief it'd offer isn't enough to run the risk of actually having his hand broken this time around. ]
[ though he does start to reconsider that when evan starts to move, it definitely makes him sure he would've been willing to kill evan over trying to fuck him without anything because it's not great without having the time to adjust first. he grits his teeth and bites down on a groan and lets it out as a hitched breath instead, because like hell is he letting evan have any indication that he's even just a little in pain, even if it's to be expected. it's not unbearable, and he knows the balance will shift. ]
[ if evan hears david utter a soft, breathless "wanker" under his breath though, well they both know he's right about that one. not that david is necessarily any better. ]
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his hand no longer occupied, he reaches down and grabs david's trapped wrist so he can pull his leg away. the waders drop to the floor as he twists david's arm up to his back, keeping it pinned, and pushes his other hand up from david's neck to his head, fingers buried in his hair and digging in. david still has a free hand of his own, but it'll be difficult to fight back like this - and he just might break the one he's got if anything goes wrong.
it gives evan enough leverage to lean over him and tug his head up a little, regardless of what pain that might cause. ]
You don't get to be pissed off that I'm givin' you what you want.
[ this isn't true and he knows it, but as if he's going to let up now. ]
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[ well, until evan pins his arm behind his back anyway, and david wriggles, strains like he could pull his arm out of evan's grip through the power of being in a shitty mood alone. gasps when evan pulls his head up, kind of mad that it does something for him, but that's low on the list of things he wants to fight about right now. ]
Sayin' that like you don't want it.
[ he figures they're two peas in a pod on this one, the desire for something rough and violent paired with the way it only adds fuel to that anger instead of smothering it. ]
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Ain't the one who went lookin' for it.
[ which isn't all that different, in the end. but he heard that gasp, knows that someone so accustomed to violence (as much as he himself is) is probably deep enough into it that it combines with sex as much as death. it's a common theme in this shithole, at least in his experience.
he twists david's arm a little more and gets a little rougher without getting faster. going harder instead of letting the urge to speed up take over. he loosens his grip in david's hair for the time being, but doesn't let go or give him any leeway. waits, at least for the moment. until things take a turn even david can't hide. ]
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