[ it's just a trade, in evan's mind. evening the playing field. making it so that he doesn't owe david, even if david wouldn't hold it against him. he might, and that's enough.
getting him to react has an edge of satisfaction - just from him, too, not from something shared. it shouldn't, but it does. a little like getting him to limp away after a fight but not really the same. evan keeps the movement of his hand going, although it stutters a little when david's thumb is at his lip again.
it's too close. too personal. too ... everything. but he doesn't turn his head away this time, even if he doesn't give in to the little spark of an urge to turn his head into it and open his mouth and let david's thumb slip in, either. it's a light little pressure that reminds him this is getting to be less and less of a quick little thing between them. it's getting to be its own secret. something uncontrollable.
but he'll be fucked if he's about to pull away now. he's never had better sex, and it's just jerking each other off. that's all. really. ]
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getting him to react has an edge of satisfaction - just from him, too, not from something shared. it shouldn't, but it does. a little like getting him to limp away after a fight but not really the same. evan keeps the movement of his hand going, although it stutters a little when david's thumb is at his lip again.
it's too close. too personal. too ... everything. but he doesn't turn his head away this time, even if he doesn't give in to the little spark of an urge to turn his head into it and open his mouth and let david's thumb slip in, either. it's a light little pressure that reminds him this is getting to be less and less of a quick little thing between them. it's getting to be its own secret. something uncontrollable.
but he'll be fucked if he's about to pull away now. he's never had better sex, and it's just jerking each other off. that's all. really. ]