[ 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. ]
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[ 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. ]