[ 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. ]
[ it's obvious it takes a lot of effort on his part to get the words out, voice low and rough and a bit stilted, it's a bit hard to speak clearly when someone's actively fucking you, turns out. ]
Didn't hesitate once the idea was there though, did you?
[ the twist of his arm with evan getting rougher gets him, has him taper off into a moan he doesn't have the chance to bite down on. he plants his hand on the table, tries to push up a little, or back. to move any way at all and get a little control, but he gets nowhere with it. can't even let his head fall forward with the hand in his hair. ]
[ his only response, once that moan escapes david, is a dismissive snort. yeah, right. sure, he went for it - he's not going to argue - but the idea that david wasn't here exactly for this is laughable. he jerks david's head back, forcing him up a little even while he holds him down at his back.
evan shifts, hilts himself as far in as he can get, shoves david back up against the table and leans in enough to bite at the back of his ear. he stops fucking him, briefly, just enough to make sure the bite almost draws blood, because if being rough gets david going as much as not then he's not going to let up. ]
[ it's a pretty swift change, like he's forgotten what he was saying and how he was acting just moments ago. part of him wants to keep arguing, if only to stop evan acting like he knows him so fucking well, but everything that evan's doing just about short-circuits david's brain for a moment. ]
[ he's dimly aware of the way his fingers scrape at the surface of the table, looking for something to grip, to find a little purchase, but he's far more aware of the dig of the edge of the table against his hips. the pain across his scalp and the teeth behind his ear that makes him moan louder, makes him curse and shudder. unsurprisingly it does a lot for him-- to him, every little ache and pain across his body something bright that only intensifies the whole thing for him. ]
[ there's things he could say. names he could call david. insults. a lot of things that come to mind. but for the moment, he stays silent, except for his own breathing and a growl that might not be entirely intentional as he grinds against david, keeping him caught painfully against the edge of the table. comments might change the way this is going, but more annoyingly, he's got the suspicion that's what certain other killers would do in the situation. so like hell he's going to.
it is still pretty quick how fast david went from a tense, fighting mess to just a mess, even if he can still see the tension and knows that if he lets up even a little the fight's going to come to him. he leans back to start fucking him again - as hard as before, and now a little quicker - but doesn't let go. the arm he keeps pinned; his fingers twist a little tighter in david's hair, first making the pain twinge and sting, and then pulling him up again, further back, enough that the pain might overtake something more pleasant.
words slightly less insulting come to mind. not that these will necessarily go over all that well, but that's a later problem. ]
[ god it pisses him off something awful, the way evan can just do this to him, pisses him off enough that part of him wants to rip his way out of evan's grip and leave because — and it's by no means the first time he's thought this — but it shouldn't be this fucking easy to turn him into, well. this. ]
[ unfortunately for the way his pride has decided right now is the time to swell up and take a beating, it feels way too fucking good for him to call it unprovoked. not with the way his volume picks up when evan starts fucking him again, the way he swears harsh and desperate with the way he pulls him up and back. ]
[ it's all overwhelming, enough so that it takes a moment for the question to filter through, confusing the hell out of him. ]
[ there's more than a little satisfaction in hearing david, endlessly proud, endlessly infuriating, give in again. this time while at one of the furthest points of rage, or at least pretty damn close to it. he's already getting gone long enough to lose his grip on anything but what he can feel, if the way he stumbles over the question is evidence enough.
evan jerks him back a little, making sure he's paying attention. (as if he isn't.) ]
Tell me how bad you want this.
[ he slows down some, maybe to give him more room to focus and maybe to piss him off. the edge of pain in fucking him without much to ease things barely registers for evan, given all the other problems buried in his skin, and so even if he's not past the point of control it's a little difficult to slow down too much. there's as much tension in him as in david, for similar reasons. ]
[ he has to do it in steps; parse the statement, think about what it means, try to think of a response. it's slow, but it brings the anger back to the foreground. is he really that far gone that evan thinks he can bend him over and what? get him to beg? tell him he's desperate for this-- for him? ]
[ david growls, grips at the edge of the table to ground himself since apparently the pain isn't good enough to give him a little clarity, (or bad enough, depending on how you look at it,) speaks through gritted teeth between panting breaths. ]
Enough we're gonna have a problem if you stop.
[ if that's not good enough for him then too fucking bad. david's not so gone on this that he's forgotten who the fuck he is. ]
[ that gets a laugh out of evan - a real one, though not loud, or long, or really notable. but it's more than a snort, more than some grim amused noise at someone dying in a way he thinks they deserve.
so he doesn't demand more, or make things worse. he can hear the anger again, so he loosens his grip on david's hair just slightly, gives him a little more leeway to move, and picks up the pace again. hard and rough, if not so fast he's losing control. he is starting to lose some part of himself to this, though. stoic he might be but he's not immune to this.
just as long as he doesn't lose control completely first. that's the important part, in the fucked-up pride he carries here. he shifts his grip on david's arm slightly, leaving red marks that'll bruise for sure before he long and finds a new place to leave even more. ]
[ okay-- okay, good. he wasn't particularly looking forward to telling evan to get the fuck off him, truth be told. he takes a breath, one that immediately comes back out on a harsh curse when evan picks back up again. ]
[ some stubborn part of himself thinks he should hold out a little, refuse to be the one who finishes first, but david's not interested in drawing this out any longer just to get a little bump to his ego. he moves his free hand from the edge of the table to wrap around his cock, tilts his head back what little he can with that desperate edge back to his voice, arm flexing in evan's grip. ]
[ david swears again, it doesn't take long once he has himself in hand, stuttering out of him with the movement of evan behind him. breath shaking between low groans, encouraging for the moment. the sensitivity hasn't set in just yet. ]
[ he's distracted enough that he doesn't realize david's right hand has moved until it's just about too late. the feeling of everything and what he can hear coming from david, the tension of trying to escape out of instinct instead of intent, has him pretty fixated - until he figures out what else is happening.
it pisses him off, but at that point he's far enough gone that he's not going to stop again. he does get harder for a few seconds - hard enough to hurt overall, probably, leaving more bruises, making sure that it's going to hurt to walk away from this for a few reasons - until he finishes, almost silent. not quite, but almost.
and then he stays there, buried in david, as his focus comes back. he lets go of his head more gently than might be expected, and then his hand finds david's free wrist and yanks it up behind his back as fiercely as the other did. with david fully pinned, he leans back over him again, not quite close enough to touch but more than close enough for the growl to come through very clearly: ]
[ the grab comes as a surprise, catches david out, as does being pinned all over again. he strains against evan's grip, doesn't buck or thrash, but he isn't still either. ]
Get the fuck off me.
[ david snarls, not entirely unlike a trapped animal, continuing to struggle against him. he's not interested in trying to justify himself or making some sort of an insincere apology or whatever. all he knows is he wants evan's bulk off him. a decent amount of distance wouldn't go amiss either. ]
[ the switch is sharp, but evan doesn't back off. he might not be quite as murderous as he was before, but he refuses to let david even start to consider him soft. even after this. especially after this.
he doesn't move, ignoring any of his own discomfort and the struggles of a man who reminds him in the moment of a wolf that stepped in the wrong trap (his trap). he keeps his grip, keeps pushing david down at the small of his back, keeps him pinned against the table. ]
Thought you liked this.
[ he's well aware of how stupid that probably sounds, especially under the circumstances. but as far as he's concerned, it's not as if david can attack him right now. taking a potshot while he's caught isn't a great idea but evan's not above it, either. ]
[ it's strange, he would've thought this'd do something to soothe the anger, leave him with that warm sense of calm for a bit, but he's just as pissed as before - only too worn out to do much about it unless he's pushed. of course, having both hands pinned doesn't help much either. ]
[ he could think about why — maybe — but not right now. right now he needs some breathing room, and evan's too busy trying to prove a point or some fucking thing to give it apparently. ]
[ david takes a breath, thinking for a second about their relative positions, bends a leg up under the table and kicks backward, aiming for a knee but he'll take a shin. anything really so long as it hits. ]
[ evan's not expecting the kick, even if he was expecting retaliation. it lands, hard, gets him in the knee, doesn't do any real damage but it hurts and he wasn't expecting it. he snarls and leans harder on david, both automatically and to try and keep him down.
dealing with a fight like this isn't the best idea while he's still buried inside him, but pulling away means letting go, and that means david's probably going to lunge. he's expecting a skull to the face, another kick, and so he tries to pin david's legs up against the table, awkward as it is to do. or at least make it harder to kick like that. ]
[ god that is a new kind of pain. the pinning, the pressure, that's all whatever, and evan still being inside him wasn't necessarily unpleasant when he was mostly still, but that bit of jostling is enough that it hits his senses sharp and blinding for. he shudders, presses his forehead against the table and lets out a low whine. ]
Told you to get the fuck off me.
[ pulls again at evan's grip on his arms for emphasis. it feels insane to him that this is even an issue right now. ]
Still fuckin' holding me down and you wanna ask what my problem is? The fuck's wrong with you?
[ evan gives him one more second of being stuck before letting go and pulling back - not as fast as he intended, but only out of self-preservation and maybe not getting elbowed directly in the dick. he takes a careful step back, just out of range of reprisal, before reaching down to drag his clothes back up. it's some protection, limited as it is.
and he gives david space. it's not intentional, or at least not intended to give david what he's asking for. that's just how it winds up. probably. ]
[ david snorts, like that's going to happen, but he takes the space with a grunt of pain at the stiffness in his shoulders. puts his forearms down on the table and just kind of... stays there for a bit, catching his breath. it's not the usual post-fuck breathlessness, but deep, panting breaths like recovering from running a mile. ]
[ it's been a lot. and it's not like he didn't enjoy the sex, even if it did kick up a bunch of shit he'd rather not ever think about or feel ever again, but somehow he's more pissed off than when he came in here. doesn't really know what to do with that. or about it. ]
[ he's probably just overthinking things. just needs to catch his breath and get his head on straight. ]
[ when there's no immediate attack, evan takes the time to pull his clothes back on. redo one buckle, then attach the other to the hook with a grunt that tells anyone listening closely that, yes, it does hurt to have that dragging on him all the time.
he watches david as he goes. no real movement, no argument, no ... anything. recovering. but he's still tense. it's not the same as last time, and evan can tell. he has to wonder what caused it, other than his own actions. if it was that, he'd be getting insults.
this time he leaves david to his own devices, because if there's a real problem he'll hear about it soon enough. he takes the time to test his weight on his leg - it was a hard kick - and go to get his mask, putting distance between him and the world again. at least metaphorically speaking. ]
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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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[ it's obvious it takes a lot of effort on his part to get the words out, voice low and rough and a bit stilted, it's a bit hard to speak clearly when someone's actively fucking you, turns out. ]
Didn't hesitate once the idea was there though, did you?
[ the twist of his arm with evan getting rougher gets him, has him taper off into a moan he doesn't have the chance to bite down on. he plants his hand on the table, tries to push up a little, or back. to move any way at all and get a little control, but he gets nowhere with it. can't even let his head fall forward with the hand in his hair. ]
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evan shifts, hilts himself as far in as he can get, shoves david back up against the table and leans in enough to bite at the back of his ear. he stops fucking him, briefly, just enough to make sure the bite almost draws blood, because if being rough gets david going as much as not then he's not going to let up. ]
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[ he's dimly aware of the way his fingers scrape at the surface of the table, looking for something to grip, to find a little purchase, but he's far more aware of the dig of the edge of the table against his hips. the pain across his scalp and the teeth behind his ear that makes him moan louder, makes him curse and shudder. unsurprisingly it does a lot for him-- to him, every little ache and pain across his body something bright that only intensifies the whole thing for him. ]
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it is still pretty quick how fast david went from a tense, fighting mess to just a mess, even if he can still see the tension and knows that if he lets up even a little the fight's going to come to him. he leans back to start fucking him again - as hard as before, and now a little quicker - but doesn't let go. the arm he keeps pinned; his fingers twist a little tighter in david's hair, first making the pain twinge and sting, and then pulling him up again, further back, enough that the pain might overtake something more pleasant.
words slightly less insulting come to mind. not that these will necessarily go over all that well, but that's a later problem. ]
How bad you want this?
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[ unfortunately for the way his pride has decided right now is the time to swell up and take a beating, it feels way too fucking good for him to call it unprovoked. not with the way his volume picks up when evan starts fucking him again, the way he swears harsh and desperate with the way he pulls him up and back. ]
[ it's all overwhelming, enough so that it takes a moment for the question to filter through, confusing the hell out of him. ]
You what?
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evan jerks him back a little, making sure he's paying attention. (as if he isn't.) ]
Tell me how bad you want this.
[ he slows down some, maybe to give him more room to focus and maybe to piss him off. the edge of pain in fucking him without much to ease things barely registers for evan, given all the other problems buried in his skin, and so even if he's not past the point of control it's a little difficult to slow down too much. there's as much tension in him as in david, for similar reasons. ]
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[ david growls, grips at the edge of the table to ground himself since apparently the pain isn't good enough to give him a little clarity, (or bad enough, depending on how you look at it,) speaks through gritted teeth between panting breaths. ]
Enough we're gonna have a problem if you stop.
[ if that's not good enough for him then too fucking bad. david's not so gone on this that he's forgotten who the fuck he is. ]
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so he doesn't demand more, or make things worse. he can hear the anger again, so he loosens his grip on david's hair just slightly, gives him a little more leeway to move, and picks up the pace again. hard and rough, if not so fast he's losing control. he is starting to lose some part of himself to this, though. stoic he might be but he's not immune to this.
just as long as he doesn't lose control completely first. that's the important part, in the fucked-up pride he carries here. he shifts his grip on david's arm slightly, leaving red marks that'll bruise for sure before he long and finds a new place to leave even more. ]
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[ some stubborn part of himself thinks he should hold out a little, refuse to be the one who finishes first, but david's not interested in drawing this out any longer just to get a little bump to his ego. he moves his free hand from the edge of the table to wrap around his cock, tilts his head back what little he can with that desperate edge back to his voice, arm flexing in evan's grip. ]
[ david swears again, it doesn't take long once he has himself in hand, stuttering out of him with the movement of evan behind him. breath shaking between low groans, encouraging for the moment. the sensitivity hasn't set in just yet. ]
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it pisses him off, but at that point he's far enough gone that he's not going to stop again. he does get harder for a few seconds - hard enough to hurt overall, probably, leaving more bruises, making sure that it's going to hurt to walk away from this for a few reasons - until he finishes, almost silent. not quite, but almost.
and then he stays there, buried in david, as his focus comes back. he lets go of his head more gently than might be expected, and then his hand finds david's free wrist and yanks it up behind his back as fiercely as the other did. with david fully pinned, he leans back over him again, not quite close enough to touch but more than close enough for the growl to come through very clearly: ]
Thought I told you not to do that.
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Get the fuck off me.
[ david snarls, not entirely unlike a trapped animal, continuing to struggle against him. he's not interested in trying to justify himself or making some sort of an insincere apology or whatever. all he knows is he wants evan's bulk off him. a decent amount of distance wouldn't go amiss either. ]
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he doesn't move, ignoring any of his own discomfort and the struggles of a man who reminds him in the moment of a wolf that stepped in the wrong trap (his trap). he keeps his grip, keeps pushing david down at the small of his back, keeps him pinned against the table. ]
Thought you liked this.
[ he's well aware of how stupid that probably sounds, especially under the circumstances. but as far as he's concerned, it's not as if david can attack him right now. taking a potshot while he's caught isn't a great idea but evan's not above it, either. ]
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[ he could think about why — maybe — but not right now. right now he needs some breathing room, and evan's too busy trying to prove a point or some fucking thing to give it apparently. ]
[ david takes a breath, thinking for a second about their relative positions, bends a leg up under the table and kicks backward, aiming for a knee but he'll take a shin. anything really so long as it hits. ]
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dealing with a fight like this isn't the best idea while he's still buried inside him, but pulling away means letting go, and that means david's probably going to lunge. he's expecting a skull to the face, another kick, and so he tries to pin david's legs up against the table, awkward as it is to do. or at least make it harder to kick like that. ]
The fuck is wrong with you now.
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Told you to get the fuck off me.
[ pulls again at evan's grip on his arms for emphasis. it feels insane to him that this is even an issue right now. ]
Still fuckin' holding me down and you wanna ask what my problem is? The fuck's wrong with you?
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Then do what I fucking tell you.
[ evan gives him one more second of being stuck before letting go and pulling back - not as fast as he intended, but only out of self-preservation and maybe not getting elbowed directly in the dick. he takes a careful step back, just out of range of reprisal, before reaching down to drag his clothes back up. it's some protection, limited as it is.
and he gives david space. it's not intentional, or at least not intended to give david what he's asking for. that's just how it winds up. probably. ]
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[ it's been a lot. and it's not like he didn't enjoy the sex, even if it did kick up a bunch of shit he'd rather not ever think about or feel ever again, but somehow he's more pissed off than when he came in here. doesn't really know what to do with that. or about it. ]
[ he's probably just overthinking things. just needs to catch his breath and get his head on straight. ]
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he watches david as he goes. no real movement, no argument, no ... anything. recovering. but he's still tense. it's not the same as last time, and evan can tell. he has to wonder what caused it, other than his own actions. if it was that, he'd be getting insults.
this time he leaves david to his own devices, because if there's a real problem he'll hear about it soon enough. he takes the time to test his weight on his leg - it was a hard kick - and go to get his mask, putting distance between him and the world again. at least metaphorically speaking. ]
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