[ 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. ]
[ once he feels a little less like he's about to vibrate out of his own skin, david pushes himself up and steps away from the table. stumbles, turns out his legs aren't quite solid under him just yet, but he catches himself without it being more than just a little dip in his step. ]
[ he does, however, hold up a hand in a gesture that should say don't you start loud and clear to evan. ]
Paid up then, yeah?
[ he means for it to come out as a joke, casual and nonchalant while he pulls his pants back up, but his tone falls kind of flat. normally he'd be mortified at missing the mark like that, but david knows evan's not going to call him on it, so it's whatever. ]
[ evan says nothing. partly because of the gesture, and partly because he doesn't need to. under the mask he smirks, briefly, faintly, but it's gone before david might even be able to recognize that anything's changed in the shadows where there's a break in the mask.
'paid up'. well, he can't really argue with it. ]
Sure. For now.
[ yes, he's paid up. but evan's certain there'll be other times when things are different. he watches david redress, hears the flatness in his voice, wonders just how deep the anger runs. wonders for a second if there's any way to burn him out so completely he can't even be bothered to leave afterward, although he's not sure he wants to find that out because it means a longer intrusion on his property.
[ funny that evan would wonder that, because david's halfway tempted to go find some corner of this place and curl up to rest and hope nobody finds him instead of trekking back to camp. just the thought of getting to the other end of the mineshaft seems hellish to him right now, but he'll manage. he always does. and if not then fuck it. ]
"For now."
[ he echoes with a scoff and a shake of his head as he fixes his shirt. he is keen to make sure that doesn't happen, but then again who knows when evan will decide he's done something that constitutes a favour and thus, david should pay him back for. ]
[ that's a future problem though. right now he's mostly focused on how moving hurts, shoves his hands in his pockets and turns to leave, ignoring the pain in his hips and ass as he walks. he'd like to think he's managing to keep some dignity, and if he looks more ridiculous than he feels evan better not say a fucking thing about it. ]
[ there's no argument; he was half expecting one. but maybe the anger's cooled down by now. whatever the reason, evan's not about to start something himself. at least this time.
and this time he only watches david make his way out of the workshop, not struggling as much as he might have expected. no comments, no directed looks from under the mask. not even a thought, really, as david leaves. nothing other than wondering just how much david's willing to put up with, and how much he himself is willing to do the same.
he waits until he's certain david's out of the mine before going back to his work. there's a couple busted traps he has to repair, now. he could argue david owes him for those, too, but that would start shit with other survivors who do the same thing, and he's not in the mood for that. ]
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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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[ he does, however, hold up a hand in a gesture that should say don't you start loud and clear to evan. ]
Paid up then, yeah?
[ he means for it to come out as a joke, casual and nonchalant while he pulls his pants back up, but his tone falls kind of flat. normally he'd be mortified at missing the mark like that, but david knows evan's not going to call him on it, so it's whatever. ]
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'paid up'. well, he can't really argue with it. ]
Sure. For now.
[ yes, he's paid up. but evan's certain there'll be other times when things are different. he watches david redress, hears the flatness in his voice, wonders just how deep the anger runs. wonders for a second if there's any way to burn him out so completely he can't even be bothered to leave afterward, although he's not sure he wants to find that out because it means a longer intrusion on his property.
still. the idea sticks. ]
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"For now."
[ he echoes with a scoff and a shake of his head as he fixes his shirt. he is keen to make sure that doesn't happen, but then again who knows when evan will decide he's done something that constitutes a favour and thus, david should pay him back for. ]
[ that's a future problem though. right now he's mostly focused on how moving hurts, shoves his hands in his pockets and turns to leave, ignoring the pain in his hips and ass as he walks. he'd like to think he's managing to keep some dignity, and if he looks more ridiculous than he feels evan better not say a fucking thing about it. ]
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and this time he only watches david make his way out of the workshop, not struggling as much as he might have expected. no comments, no directed looks from under the mask. not even a thought, really, as david leaves. nothing other than wondering just how much david's willing to put up with, and how much he himself is willing to do the same.
he waits until he's certain david's out of the mine before going back to his work. there's a couple busted traps he has to repair, now. he could argue david owes him for those, too, but that would start shit with other survivors who do the same thing, and he's not in the mood for that. ]