[ violence is what david expects, braces himself for when he feels evan's hand on his shoulder, but it never comes. and david didn't really... think that far ahead. didn't think at all if he's really honest about it. so he was right? what now? ]
[ maybe it's the fact that there's something oddly charming about the way evan kisses him back, maybe it's the alcohol making him soft. easily taken in by something that even halfway approaches affection, even if he's the one who initiated it. ]
[ fuck it. he'll just go with it. if evan's not complaining, what's the harm, right? he lets go of evan's shirt, lets that hand move to the side of evan's neck, the other he brings to evan's hip as he tries to turn them and push evan back against the counter. ]
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[ maybe it's the fact that there's something oddly charming about the way evan kisses him back, maybe it's the alcohol making him soft. easily taken in by something that even halfway approaches affection, even if he's the one who initiated it. ]
[ fuck it. he'll just go with it. if evan's not complaining, what's the harm, right? he lets go of evan's shirt, lets that hand move to the side of evan's neck, the other he brings to evan's hip as he tries to turn them and push evan back against the counter. ]