[ 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. ]
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[ 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. ]