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[ it's a fair point. evan considers, shrugs, and pulls his hand off david's throat to reach up to the more easily-detached buckle. ]

Fair enough.

[ inside the mine entrance is a halfway point. unlikely to be seen by accident, but not exactly hidden. it's not long to undo the first buckle, but the second takes longer. the way it's connected wasn't actually meant to ever separate. over time he's adjusted it, but it still takes longer than he'd like.

the slow grind against him draws a noise, a low, pleased sound. he shifts his grip on david's belt to undo the buckle there as he works the one at his own shoulder. fumbles a little bit, one-handed, and then his own finally comes free and the waders drop halfway, caught where the two of them meet.

there's more scars on display now - old and new, with pieces of metal embedded in places, these ones less like shrapnel and more like they were intentional. it frees up his hand to work david's belt open, or at least start to help. ]

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[ 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. ]

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