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[ now he can move a bit more, david takes the opportunity to pull his shirt off and drop it to the side quickly, comes back and dips his head to find evan's neck with his lips. kisses and bites at the underside of his jaw, the hollow of his throat, down to his chest-- as much of it as he can get to. the roughness of his skin makes david wonder how much of this he can even feel, but he doesn't waste more than a passing moment on that thought. ]

[ one hand he drops to help fumble his belt open, and then he's spreading his hands out over evan's torso, blunt nails dragging over his skin as david finally gets a chance to feel him out. this time he's unapologetic whenever his nails skim over shards of metal or wounds and scars that might be a little sensitive, occasionally even pauses out of curiosity — a thumb rubbing circles over a spot where metal meets flesh, fingertips trailing the length of a scar or one of those glowing spots that mark evan as the entity's more than anything else possibly could. ]

[ there's some feeling. enough that he lets out a breath of satisfaction, tilts his head just slightly to the side so david can reach more.

and david does, mostly with his hands. the rough nature of his skin means that where pleasure might be limited, so is pain, so he doesn't hiss or snarl when david catches scars or metal, because it's just a dull feeling there, pressure over anything else. most just elicit a little hint of something bright; only the worst ones hurt, and david's made an effort to avoid them. something that evan might consider later.

but not now. not as he works open david's belt, his pants, lets one hand slide back up over that newly-bared chest and lets the other slide down, straight under whatever else david's wearing to wrap around his cock. the burns and calluses on his hand mean that, on that first touch, there's more friction than might be expected. but so far with anyone else, evan hasn't heard a complaint. ]

[ that catches him by surprise, not necessarily shocking by any means, but enough that the rumble of pleasure in his chest is an instant response, sends a few sparks flying up his spine. ]

[ he lets his forehead rest against evan's shoulder for just a moment, just to appreciate the sensation of a rough hand around him with a low groan before he decides he should return the favour somehow. with most partners, david's natural instinct is to find out what really gets them going (partially ego, partially camouflage if he's honest) but he's got no fucking idea where to start with this guy. ]

[ (probably doesn't help any that the idea of evan having sex with anyone was still an absolutely bonkers concept to david until like twenty minutes ago, but that's neither here nor there.) ]

[ after that moment, he lifts his head again, drags his teeth up the column of evan's neck to resume his prior attentions. pushes a hand back up his body to his chest and brushes a thumb over his nipple, the other he slips down into where evan's waders are bunched around his hips to find his cock and stroke it in a firm and easy grip. ]

[ david's reaction is its own kind of satisfying, as it the hand that finds its way to his chest - and the other that slips under the cracked and bloody leather to find him. he's already at least halfway ready, because it doesn't take all that much to get him going, and david's hand only helps that.

evan shifts back with a groan, just a little, to let the waders drop the rest of the way - and there's nothing underneath, because why would he bother? the scarring and burning is slightly less severe further down, but only so much. not that it really matters, especially here in the dim lighting inside the mine. with one hand still working david, the other keeps moving up his chest, looking, like david is, for anything that makes him react. a noise. a shiver. a twitch against his palm.

then it closes over his throat again, because that didn't seem to be a problem earlier. he pushes david's head back against the wall, away from his own neck, and kisses him again, with slightly less violence but no less ferocity. this time it's deeper than before. less biting, less testing. now there's no chance of uncertainty. he works david's cock free and drags his thumb along the underside in one long stroke. ]

[ when most of your sexual encounters these days consist of something rushed in the woods, a stone's throw away from maybe thirty other people, you kind of have to learn to keep your voice down. so david is maybe not as vocal as one might expect considering how noisy he is when anything happens to him in a trial, but by no means is he silent or stoic. lets out quiet, breathy moans against evan's neck, a low, pleased hum at the hand moving over his chest. ]

[ the hand around his throat sets off something combative in him — he doesn't know what it is, isn't about to waste time thinking about it — but he doesn't resist it. he growls into the kiss, a noise that tapers into another moan when his cock is pulled free, already mostly hard, and shudders at the drag of his thumb. his own working of evan's maintaining that easy rhythm, occasionally taking a moment just to feel the full weight and length of him in his hand. ]

[ the restraint is a little surprising. he's used to david making very certain evan knows where he is. it's not something worth thinking about right now, though. this is about as far from a trial as things here can get.

in david's hand he gets harder. the hunger that woke up when this started is uncurling, stretching through him. something easy to let settle in, almost as easy as bloodlust. and david's responsiveness - the equally roaming hands, the groans he can half hear and half feel, the fact that he was the one who ignited this in the first place - keeps it simmering.

they can't keep this up - well, they could, but evan doubts that's quite what either of them is looking for - and so he breaks the kiss after a few seconds, grazes his teeth along david's jaw to his ear, and murmurs, low enough that even if they did have an eavesdropper the words would still go unheard: ]

Turn around.

[ honestly? kind of a relief. part of him was worried he was going to fight about being picked up, which would've been a bit of a mood killer. or maybe it wouldn't have. ... it probably wouldn't have been, but that's another thought for david to discard as soon as it forms. ]

[ head tilted at the graze of evan's teeth, david freezes at the request, another of those moments where this whole thing becomes uncomfortably real, but what's he gonna do? leave? fearless fucking david king, afraid of a dick up his ass? he swallows, and maybe that internal dilemma is why evan doesn't get any attitude from him about it. or maybe not. (it is.) ]

[ he turns around and braces his hands against the wall, almost afraid to put his weight against the wood as if he hasn't more or less had his body hurled into these walls more times than he can count, and glances back at evan over his shoulder. ]

C'mon then.

[ never mind he's found his attitude again. ]

[ whatever blowback he was expecting from the request, it doesn't come. it's mostly satisfying. it means less trouble. less having to fight him down. still, given how this started, that might not be such an issue.

when david turns, evan gives his pants and underwear a quick jerk so they drop. that gives him the opportunity to run a hand over david's ass, and to see, now, the rest of the scars, the on his arms that weren't quite as obvious when they were pressed that much closer.

the commentary is back in a hurry, and he smirks a little, just enough for david to see. ]

That bad for it, huh?

[ his hand moves up david - hip to ribs to shoulderblade, over the shoulder, up his neck again, tilting his head back and to the side a little before two fingers press firmly at his lips. in the workshop there's other options, but here, things are more limited. and he's not all that interested in going in dry, at least right now. ]

[ something about the comment eases some of the tension out of him, even the surprise at how suddenly his pants are dropped, obvious in the way his shoulders relax, and he rolls his eyes with a scoff. ]

Didn't come out here to take in the ambiance, did I?

[ he makes a face at the fingers first before he realises what they're for, still doesn't exactly look jazzed about it, but apparently evan doesn't keep an emergency lube supply just in the mine entrance. david opens up after a moment, watching what he can see of evan as he sucks them into his mouth with a disgruntled noise. ]

[ david's clear annoyance over this is funny to evan - not funny enough that he cracks a smile, but enough that he remembers it the same way he remembers every grudge david's ever burned into him. he lets david work at his own pace for a bit before sliding his fingers deeper, curling them against the roof of his mouth, his tongue, generally making it more intimate than it needs to be - and probably more frustrating.

he lets it go on for a while, but probably not long enough. his own impatience is getting in the way. evan pulls his hand back and brings it down, the other closing over david's hip as his fingers work their way inside.

he's not exactly gentle, but it's not in line with the violence he's known for. there's a mutual aspect to his he's not about to throw away. ]

[ despite himself, david's eyes flutter closed after a few moments as he finds his pace, would deeply like to say it's just pragmatism but nobody sucks on someone's fingers like this if that's all it is. not the way he lathes his tongue over them, drags it over the callouses on the insides of evan's fingers, distracted enough by it startles him when evan pushes deeper into his mouth. like maybe he'd forgotten who this hand belonged to or something. makes another of those quiet, annoyed noises when he opens his eyes, but he doesn't stop. not even with the more indulgent use of his tongue. ]

[ when they're gone, david first wipes at his mouth and chin with the back of a hand and puts it back up against the wall, takes a deep breath to try and relax himself for what's next. ]

[ which is... a weird fucking sensation that makes david curse sharply under his breath. the burn at the edges of it isn't exactly a shock — it's not like evan has small hands after all — but the pressure and the feeling of something inside him is strange. not necessarily unpleasant, despite the way he tenses and clenches around evan's fingers, grunts in discomfort as he takes another breath. barely has a thought to spare for the way this is much more careful than he'd have expected from evan, which is far from a complaint. ]

[ he lets his head hang forward again, drops a hand to take his dick and give it a couple of pumps to take the edge off a little. it's more helpful than he would've expected. ]

[ like this, it's not going to be as comfortable as, say, if he had him pinned over a workbench in the workshop, something more than just spit on hand to help. maybe another time, if david doesn't decide this was a catastrophic mistake. he doesn't seem to be on the path to that yet, but things can change in a hurry.

evan doesn't say anything when david gets a hand back on his own cock, letting him have the distraction as he works his fingers deeper, trying to get him at least a little more ready. rough, inexpert, but certain.

he takes more time with this than he did letting david get his fingers wet. but because it's him, it doesn't last forever. when his patience runs thin he draws his hand away, strokes himself once or twice to keep himself ready - not that he loses interest that fast - and presses up against david, leaning in, teeth against his ear again. ]

Relax.

[ one short instruction, which he knows from experience isn't going to be as easy as he makes it seem as he - again with more care than would be expected from a man who disembowels people for a living - pushes in. ]

[ he's going to be sore when this is done, david can tell that much, but after a little it starts to register as something pleasant. a little stimulating. he breathes out some quiet moans with the press of evan's fingers, tilts his head to encourage him when he feels breath on his neck, teeth against his ear. ]

[ and then-- ] I am.

[ he says through gritted teeth, suddenly very not relaxed. ]

[ if someone had asked him how he'd think trapper fucked before this, david certainly wouldn't have said with enough consideration not to just ram home straight away. he takes another deep breath, at least experienced enough with being on the other side of things to know either nothing's happening or he's going to have a real bad time if he doesn't calm back down.]

[ the noise he makes when evan finally gets that first bit in comes out like a sudden puff of breath, as if he'd been holding it and hadn't realised. swears again, sharp and hissed as he resists how badly his body wants to lock up right now. ]

[ the consideration is half for his own sake and half for david's, and the half for david is mostly concerned with him not going into a feral fury of rage and pain and bolting into the night. it's why he's a lot slower than he'd like to be, letting david at least attempt to get used to this.

he assumes, as he generally does, that it's the size of him - proportional to his height and build. it would never occur to him that maybe david hasn't done this much before, if at all. so despite the burning in his blood that makes him want to rush this, he takes his time. lets the relentless press - because for all the consideration, he doesn't let up - at least feel like it isn't going to tear through david.

evan doesn't stop until he has to, flush up against david, letting out a low hiss of breath at the feeling. probably not enough preparation, but that's almost par the course for him. he keeps one hand locked around david's hip and lets the other slide around to his front, brushing david's own hand where it's wrapped around his cock.

no words. not just yet. he'll wait at least a little bit before he does anything. let david have at least a minimal opportunity to get used to him. ]

[ it's not exactly how he'd go about it, but david's not about to start criticising evan's technique right now. even if he wanted to, he's much too fucking overwhelmed right now to say a single word that isn't one of about three swears. the sensation of being filled, so completely at that, is almost too much for a moment — when he could swear that he's full and it just keeps going, the way it stings and yet makes something hot flutter in his stomach at the same time. just a hot (because as warm as he is to the touch, it's nothing compared to the heat of evan's cock inside him, he thinks) pressure that feels like it's trying to press him into the wall until he feels hips flush against his ass. ]

[ he's barely aware of the hand at his hip, the one brushing against his, but david is keenly aware of evan's body against his back, at that hiss that makes david shudder despite himself. his fingers scrape against the wooden wall and then he shifts his weight a little, plants his forearm down and his forehead on it. ]

[ once he's started to adjust and that haze of nothing but holy shit that's a lot starts to clear, a joke about evan's size flits through his mind and an amused noise slips out quietly between little puffs of breath, but he'd rather not run the risk of stoking his ego like that. ]

Alright-- [ he nods. ] Alright, I'm good.

[ there's a constant heat radiating out of evan's skin - not burning, sometimes not noticeable, but hotter than a human runs. it might not be noticeable now with the heat building up between them as he stays pressed to david's back.

is this much consideration worth it, for someone who makes his life miserable? maybe. maybe not. it depends on how david deals with all of this. if his attitude sticks it out or ... doesn't.

the laugh might be an insult and it might not be, but david doesn't crack a joke or make some stupid comment, so evan ignores it. he waits, and when david proves he's back together, evan's grip on his hip tightens.

pulling out isn't much faster than going in, but the second thrust is. it's a steady build of speed, a compromise between evan's growing hunger and the knowledge that this isn't an ideal situation.

his hand curls around david's where it's wrapped around his cock. just slightly larger enough to get a similar grip, callused fingers sliding between his to get a similar touch. he's not likely to slow down or stop again, but he'll help with this, which should take david's mind off the burn until it turns into something better. ]

[ evan's fingers sliding between his are a welcome surprise, especially with the drag when evan pulls back that makes him hiss, and he's happy to hand (ha) off control over the way their hands move on his cock. ]

[ it's not bad though, just has to weather that discomfort until it gets good, which doesn't seem like it'll take much time. the steady build has that flutter he felt with evan's fingers coming back to life, has him letting out a few low groans as the ache starts to fade into the background in favour of a pleasure that burns hot in the pit of his stomach. ]

[ david grunts something liw, encouraging, shifts again to try and make the position that little bit better. he can't move much, not in any way that helps, but he can arch his back and press back a little toward evan to ease things a bit. which comes with a louder moan out of david when he gets it right. ]

[ his hand moves more slowly on david's cock that david maybe might want, but the groans are a sign that it isn't important. evan keep his movement on a slow if steady increase in speed, the thrusts a little harder, and when david shifts himself, back slightly arched, as close as he can get, evan lets him. especially after that moan.

there's nothing unpleasant about it for him, so he lets out a low rumble of approval in response. the hand on david's hip moves, wraps his arm across david's waist to grab the other hip and pull him back on each thrust, urging the arched back a little more. find just the right angle that'll make the only words david can manage half-slurred swears.

he doesn't have to lean to get his teeth on david's ear again, and then down to the back of his jaw and throat. it's easy to graze, then bite. not so hard he draws blood, but definite. ones that would leave marks for a while if any kind of injury really lasted here. ]

[ something slower would be nicer, but that's not what david wants. something hard and rough is perfect, has his fingers scraping at the wall, nails digging up tracts of rotted wood. the arm around him gets a confused noise that's cut off by a shout when he's pulled back on the next thrust. ]

[ it really doesn't take much to get david making a lot of noise, especially compared to before. each thrust met with shuddering groans that feel like they rattle around in his chest before they come out of his mouth, the arch in his back deepening, voice rough with every swear ground out. it practically hits him like a truck when evan gets him just right, silent for just a second as any noise at all struggles to get out of him, followed by a shaky, drawn out moan that tapers into a curse. an urgent and breathless there-- between a lot of swearing jammed into a few seconds. ]

[ the biting really only adds, david tilts his head to encourage it, shudders and tries to free his hand of evan's so he can pump at least a little faster. desperate all of a sudden to start chasing that release as soon as he feels that heat start to coil in his core. ]

[ that's more what he was expecting - even david can't keep himself quiet forever. evan, caught in his own hunger, can only sort of attempt to keep up the same angle, but he'll get it at least a few times even has his own self-control rapidly slips away. still, the fact that he can get that out of david at all is a victory here.

what he does still have enough control to do is not let david have the control over who's stroking his dick back. he keeps that pace up exactly where it has been, steady, not quite at the speed of the thrusts as they pick up and get more uneven as he chases his own release. his grip stays firm, just as much as the grip around david's waist and the bites he leaves on david's neck and shoulder.

evan doesn't say anything - there's nothing to say, as far as he's concerned, and his focus is almost exclusively on the physical aspect of all this. heat and touch. pleasure that broke out of pain. he gets rougher, mostly unintentionally shoving david harder against the aging wood as he starts to growl low against david's skin. his grip around david tightens -

but doesn't speed up. it stutters a little, but that's about it. ]

[ david strains a little against evan's grip, but he can't exactly do much of anything without hurting himself. ] God-- You fucking prick.

[ it comes out a hiss, laboured, difficult to get the words out, but it's of extreme importance that evan knows exactly what david's feelings are. not that he feels strongly enough to call an early end to this, not when he's this close, when it tugs at him hot and insistent. he barely even notices the way even shoves him into the wall, face pressed into his arm where it's up against that wood. ]

[ it's almost maddening, to be this close, almost mad that it feels this fucking good when he certainly wouldn't have expected it when they started. kind of resents handing over another win to evan in the way he moans and swears, the way he clenches and shivers tight and wanting at the rough treatment, even if it doesn't exactly take a genius to figure out that's what would get david going. anyone who knows him could probably guess if he was gonna get fucked, he'd want it like this-- harder, even, if he was familiar enough with it. ]

[ he makes another frustrated noise, this one suspiciously close to a desperate almost, going so far as to turn his head just enough to make sure it's loud and clear. ]

[ the insult slides right off him this time. only part of him hears it. the same part that noted before and notes now that david's probably the sort who prefers it harder, rougher, losing in a way that's a little more acceptable here - and he's not alone in that.

so the snarl only earns him another bite to the shoulder as evan moves his hand with no more urgency than before. at least to start. because he's losing more control now, same as david, and with his tendency to favor base instinct over anything else, his grip gets both firmer and faster as the urgency to get off creeps through him. the hunger's ignited something even hotter than usual in his perpetually-burning blood.

almost - a reminder that david's still here. evan's mind clears briefly from the haze and he tries to pull david a little closer, although it's not going to be much, if only to get him a little more angled so that the next thrust or two (or more) gets him hard, the way that made him go silent before his voice broke free because it was too much, or maybe just enough. to try and get him the release he wants - that they both want, selfishly or not. ]

[ there it is. between evan's hand finally moving faster and being pulled closer, into that angle, david's right there. he feels it in his stomach first, and then the rest of his body, pushes back against evan that little bit more with a low, shaky noise. one that's choked off by what could be considered an impressive amount of swearing packed into a short few seconds when he comes hard enough it leaves him breathless and trembling for the moments afterward. ]

[ that's... new. and unexpected. ]

[ david carefully works his hand out from under evan's on his cock, puts it on the arm around his waist. grip tight, but aside from the dig of his fingertips there's no sign he wants to pull evan's arm away. mostly just gripping for stability, his body feels limp and weightless, like if not for the feeling of evan still fucking him he'd just collapse in a heap. left to quiet, weaker moans while he rides out however much evan's got left in him while it still feels good. ]

Edited (i had a nap and thought of more) 2023-09-09 08:08 (UTC)

[ evan's not far behind him. he doesn't miss that david comes, but it doesn't slow him down; the consideration's mostly done at this point. his hand stays on david's cock and that in itself might be a little too much. his grip around david's waist gets as tight as it can without causing harm other than a bruise.

it doesn't take too much longer before the roughness comes to a very sudden stop, evan pressed as deep into him as he can get and just staying there, holding them both in place. there's a shudder that runs through him, but aside from that and a hard breath out that might almost be a moan, there's no other real indication that he's finished.

he doesn't move for a bit afterward, getting a grip on himself, but david doesn't try to get away in any hurry. he does eventually loosen his grip, pulling his hand off david's cock to support himself against the mine wall while the other gives david a little breathing room around the midsection. he doesn't shake the hand off, though. he knows enough to recognize when someone's about to drop.

he'll let go and step back when david makes a move that says he's ready - a word, a shift, a nudge, an elbow to the gut. until then, he'll take his time. ]

[ dimly, he notes a sudden rush of warmth along with the way evan stills at his back and part of him thinks so that's what that feels like, another part of him wishes he'd had the wherewithal to tell evan to pull out, but honestly david doubts he would've had the presence of mind for it anyway. it's fine, it'd be a lie if david said it didn't feel good anyway. ]

[ david stays still a little while, just catching his breath, uses the hand on evan's arm to give it a small shove and nudges him lightly with his elbow. honestly he kind of wants to just lie down and go to sleep, but he'll settle for not being crowded against this wall while he tries to get his shit together. ]

[ at the nudge, evan relents. his arm pulls away from david's waist and he pulls out of david, grimacing slightly as he does so. he pushes away from the wall and half-turns to pull his waders back up. there's time to clean later, if it's even necessary; the second either one of them gets pulled to a trial it's a clean slate, at least from a strictly physical standpoint.

his mask is abandoned somewhere outside, so he can't pull that on. instead he watches david, slightly less of a glare and more of an observation. ]

Enough for you?

[ flat as the words are, there's an edge of amusement to them - just a sliver of it. he's not going to mock someone at this point, since that usually guarantees they don't come back. but david did come out here to either get beaten to a pulp or not. it's a little satisfying, watching him have absolutely none of the fuck-you energy he's so used to from david. ]

[ he winces when evan pulls out, and maybe he half-stumbles a little when he bends to pull his pants back up, but david just kind of hopes maybe evan will assume he's still drunk and not that he fucked david so good he can barely stand. ]

[ either way he's gotten about as far as doing up his pants and threading the belt back through the buckle at the question, and it gets a tired huff of a laugh out of david. it didn't scratch that same itch that a fight would, but it's certainly worn him out in a similar enough way, especially now the warmth of that afterglow is wearing off and various aches and pains are making themselves known. ]

Guess so, shit.

[ that's all the words he's got in him right now. evan's gonna have to give him some time if he wants more. ]

[ it's not an aggressive answer - not an insult, not a bite. evan's used to that kind of response after something like this, if he gets a response at all, so it mollifies something in him to not have to deal with that right now.

he eyes david a few seconds longer in silence, then heads for the mine entrance to get his mask and cleaver back. there's not a lot more to say. he doesn't need to deliver threats to keep silent, because he doesn't care, and anyway most survivors aren't interested in talking about it.

he picks up his mask, and turns back, and tilts his head at the forest. get going. part of him wants to see just how well david does getting out of his forest drunk, fucked, and probably exhausted; the other part knows he gets more visitors than he likes, most of whom he doesn't want killing people on his property. that's his job, after all. ]

[ he's had to move in worse states than this, he'll manage. david picks his shirt up off the floor first, stalling a little because every second is a little more stability he has under him, and when he pulls it on he frowns as he touches a hand to his neck, realising it's not gonna do a whole lot to cover up those bruises. which wouldn't be an issue if so many of them weren't bite marks. he has no idea what they look like, but it seems a fair assumption that there's no mistaking them, and david isn't sure how he's gonna explain that away when he gets back to camp. coming back sore and tired is one thing, but. hm. he'll figure it out. ]

[ david cants his head when he looks back at evan, lips parted like he's about to talk, but decides there's not much he particularly wants to say right now. most of his thoughts right now are for him and some attempt to clean up when he's back. ]

[ he nods, puffs out a breath and pushes himself away from the wall to start moving. a little, uh. ungainly to begin with, but david fixes his gait as he walks. ]

[ evan watches david, their eyes meeting for a brief second, but there's no words. fine by him. he picks up his cleaver and keeps an eye on david as he heads back into the forest, not exactly smirking at the uncertain walk as he disappears into the trees and fog.

he's walking at all, so that's something david can hold onto. evan waits until he's disappeared, then heads back down into the mine toward his workshop to clean up himself. whatever issues david might end up having trying to disguise this - the bitemarks in particular, which evan never even considered would cause a problem and probably never will - the trials will wipe away.

they can always argue about it next time, provided there is a next time. ]