[ 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. ]
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[ 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.