[ david arches under evan, shudders out a moan with the way evan moves his hand — it's not a lot, but it's something on top of what's already a ridiculously intense feeling. if whatever he murmurs sounds oddly like praise in the moment, nobody worry about it. he's already forgotten it. ]
[ he gives evan's chest another greedy squeeze, and then he scrapes his nails down his front, to his side. if they had the space he'd try to turn them over, put his weight into this, but there's no way he can manage that here, especially not without getting punched in the face. at best he'd just throw them both on the floor. ]
[ that's fine. he watches evan, takes in the faces he makes and how it's like nothing he's seen on him before. he wants more of that. wants to see what other ones he can get out of him. has to fight the urge to reach out and touch him while he's at it, fingers digging in harder where they are at evan's waist. ]
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[ he gives evan's chest another greedy squeeze, and then he scrapes his nails down his front, to his side. if they had the space he'd try to turn them over, put his weight into this, but there's no way he can manage that here, especially not without getting punched in the face. at best he'd just throw them both on the floor. ]
[ that's fine. he watches evan, takes in the faces he makes and how it's like nothing he's seen on him before. he wants more of that. wants to see what other ones he can get out of him. has to fight the urge to reach out and touch him while he's at it, fingers digging in harder where they are at evan's waist. ]