[ david instinctively flexes in evan's grip, his own hands moving from evan's hips up to his waist, shifting closer again with the grip evan has on him. so it makes him huff a short laugh when evan speaks. ]
Gotta let go of me first.
[ not that he really wants that, but moving somewhere else might be nicer. ]
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Gotta let go of me first.
[ not that he really wants that, but moving somewhere else might be nicer. ]