[ billy leaves and he takes the last vestiges of david's self-restraint with him — it might not seem like he's been holding himself back since jeff arrived, but the way his fingers immediately tuck under jeff's waistband when there's no more sound of receding footsteps could hint at how much he's been fighting this. now it's just the two of them... he can't think of a single reason why he wouldn't fully give in to this. ]
[ the way jeff squeezes the back of his neck gets a quiet, shaky breath from him, just on the edge of a moan. jeff clearly doesn't feel the urgency that david does-- he tugs at jeff's waistband, frustrated as if he doesn't understand why he's even still dressed. but they're moving now? that's progress, right? david goes easily in whatever direction he's pushed, assuming it means that jeff will finally give him what he needs. ]
[ at this point he'll do just about anything for it, and when jeff's question finally filters through about five layers of horny incoherence, david nods. murmurs jeff's name insistently again, but he doesn't follow it up, uncertain about how exactly to express his wants and needs in this moment beyond the way he's practically pawing at jeff, desperate for something-- anything more than what he's been getting so far. ]
[ -- jeff said something about sitting, right? david lifts his head, just enough to glance back over his shoulder and see they're moving towards a pew, which is... good? he thinks? but david also has his own thoughts on how all this should go and hastily puts the hand not on jeff's pants on his side. instead of jeff gently walking them back, david insistently shoves jeff toward a seat so he can clamber into his lap once he's sat down. ]
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[ the way jeff squeezes the back of his neck gets a quiet, shaky breath from him, just on the edge of a moan. jeff clearly doesn't feel the urgency that david does-- he tugs at jeff's waistband, frustrated as if he doesn't understand why he's even still dressed. but they're moving now? that's progress, right? david goes easily in whatever direction he's pushed, assuming it means that jeff will finally give him what he needs. ]
[ at this point he'll do just about anything for it, and when jeff's question finally filters through about five layers of horny incoherence, david nods. murmurs jeff's name insistently again, but he doesn't follow it up, uncertain about how exactly to express his wants and needs in this moment beyond the way he's practically pawing at jeff, desperate for something-- anything more than what he's been getting so far. ]
[ -- jeff said something about sitting, right? david lifts his head, just enough to glance back over his shoulder and see they're moving towards a pew, which is... good? he thinks? but david also has his own thoughts on how all this should go and hastily puts the hand not on jeff's pants on his side. instead of jeff gently walking them back, david insistently shoves jeff toward a seat so he can clamber into his lap once he's sat down. ]