[ david pushes him back, distracting him. he loses his grip on his belt but when he hits the wall, their positions reversed, he's ready to be angry again. ready to fight. ready to get them both on the floor, brawling for dominance.
that only lasts about as long as it takes for david to drop to his knees, and suddenly all the anger evaporates - well, most of it - because even if he hates david he also recognizes who's the one on his knees, and knows what that means he's planning on. he doesn't argue or fight when david pulls at his belt, his zipper, tugs at his pants. instead his hands move almost of their own accord, almost to help. not that david needs it.
the anxiety and uncertainty are still there, crowding at the forefront of his mind, but they're fighting the alcohol and the sudden lust that surged up out of the darkness. and right now, those are both a lot more powerful. ]
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that only lasts about as long as it takes for david to drop to his knees, and suddenly all the anger evaporates - well, most of it - because even if he hates david he also recognizes who's the one on his knees, and knows what that means he's planning on. he doesn't argue or fight when david pulls at his belt, his zipper, tugs at his pants. instead his hands move almost of their own accord, almost to help. not that david needs it.
the anxiety and uncertainty are still there, crowding at the forefront of his mind, but they're fighting the alcohol and the sudden lust that surged up out of the darkness. and right now, those are both a lot more powerful. ]