[ there's more scars on his back than on his front, or anywhere else - a lot more, less obvious lower down but still significant. david's roaming hands make him clamp his elbows against his ribs, to keep the shirt from getting too much higher. it's a habit. he wouldn't be able to explain it accurately if asked why. especially not now that he's this drunk.
it's the most he prevents, though, not stopping david's hands from moving or him from grinding back or even breaking the kiss except to bite a little more. this almost seems like enough. like if he just goes far enough he'll be able to get off and not worry about anything else, at least for as long as it takes him to sober up. he manages to get a hand down to david's belt, but that's where it stops, unncertain. as if even drunk he's not sure if he actually wants to take it this far. ]
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it's the most he prevents, though, not stopping david's hands from moving or him from grinding back or even breaking the kiss except to bite a little more. this almost seems like enough. like if he just goes far enough he'll be able to get off and not worry about anything else, at least for as long as it takes him to sober up. he manages to get a hand down to david's belt, but that's where it stops, unncertain. as if even drunk he's not sure if he actually wants to take it this far. ]