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[personal profile] bloodandbrass 2024-10-05 06:34 pm (UTC)(link)
[ this is going to kill the mood. he doesn't miss the way david pulls his arm away when evan started to try and pull him off. direct him. control freak, he thinks, without the slightest hint of recognizing the hypocrisy.

it's not something he wants to explain, at least not in detail. he digs his fingers into david's chest as if to try and keep this from going anywhere but where they both want it to go. ]


Nothin' you want to see, if you wanna keep this going.

[ he strains against the grip on his arm, testing when he'll get to grab hold of david again. the mood's still there. the hunger. he wants it to stay. ]
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[personal profile] bloodandbrass 2024-10-05 07:54 pm (UTC)(link)
[ evan almost smiles at that, bitterly, but david moves quickly enough to distract him, and critically, he doesn't push. doesn't try to get the shirt off anyway, just leaves it open. and that's fine. evan lets that little crippling point of anxiety slide into the back of his mind.

it's easier than normal when david gets a leg between his again. and this time, he doesn't have to be worried about someone hearing them, or walking in, or coming to find him. he can lean into it, both hands back on david's chest, because as long as this fighting kiss is going on he can't break to leave the marks he wants to. red lines where his fingernails fail to really make an impression are going to have to do. for now.

he does manage to push at david's shirt, though, because david doesn't have the resistance he does. he's out of his shirt half the time in this apartment. just more to work with. more to get his hands on as his own legs squeeze david's tight between his so he can't just move away. ]
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[personal profile] bloodandbrass 2024-10-05 11:35 pm (UTC)(link)
[ even if the suit was the reason evan started all this, having it half off doesn't change things at all. he breaks away from the kiss almost by force as soon as david's whole chest is bared to get more than just his hands on it. kissing and biting there, too, back on the collarbones, the shoulders, but not the neck - much as he'd like to, his sense of self-preservation is still on high alert, and he's sure david's is the same.

but there's plenty of other places to go for. and he doesn't fight back against the hand on his lower back, where david can probably feel a scattering of old scars like the ones on his front. he lets david pull him in, lets them grind up against each other, breathes out hard against david's skin and his hands never move away. trying to get more.

of course, if he knew david had the idea that evan wanted to get hands on him, he wouldn't be so obvious about it out of spite. so it's probably for the best that they're both otherwise occupied. ]
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[personal profile] bloodandbrass 2024-10-06 10:27 am (UTC)(link)
[ the further up evan's back david reaches, the more tense evan gets, until he tries to trap his hands against the door to stop him, but he was too distracted. too late. the further up he goes, the more scars and scar tissue david will feel, until by the time he gets to his shoulderblades he might have trouble finding them just from how much scarring there is under his fingers.

evan grabs his upper arms and holds on tight, trying to hold him still, without actually pulling away from where he's biting. the anger's trying to fight with the urge to keep this going and losing, but it does have a hand in this now. ]


I said leave it.

[ he doesn't want this to stop but he doesn't want to explain what david's feeling, either. or show him. he's hard as hell and he wants this but there's too many problems ready to blow up. maybe he needs to push back. get them somewhere that isn't the front door. ]
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[personal profile] bloodandbrass 2024-10-06 03:01 pm (UTC)(link)
[ david relents, but evan can feel the anger. like fuck he's explaining all this now, though, or ever. david doesn't ask questions and grabs on again at his lower back, and that's enough, even if evan still wants to fight. at least that's settling again.

the hand at his scalp he doesn't really have an issue with - it's not holding him in place. just there. just holding on. he keeps biting, keeps leaving marks, his hands finding anything and everything until they get to david's belt, where they remember what's happening here.

for a second he freezes, hit by the revelation of how far this might go, but it's just for a second. just long enough to paralyze, and then he pushes past it. david's already been on his knees here. evan's already let him. things have already hit a point of no return.

he fights the belt open, but it's hard to get any further than that because of how tight they're pressed together. that's fine. having that much open is a start. he can get his hands on david's hips, on the skin, the jut of bone and muscle, wanting to do a lot more than just feel. he wants to bruise. wants david to feel it at every opportunity. ]
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[personal profile] bloodandbrass 2024-10-06 09:06 pm (UTC)(link)
[ there's a part of him that wants to do this right here, right now. against the door, or on the floor in front of it. but that's just a little too close to the hallway for him, because while nobody's listening, that doesn't mean nobody's going to start if they hear something.

he manages to pull away just enough to speak, his teeth scraping against david's skin as he goes. ]


- gotta move.

[ the bedroom's not necessarily the end goal, but it's an option. just away from the door is really all he wants. not that he actually does anything to get there, considering that he's the one pinned to it and he's lost the urge to fight. if david disagrees, he doubts they're going anywhere.

with the belt loosened he gets a hand around behind david, fingers under his pants and any underwear he might be wearing to grab his ass, as hard as he can manage with the tight fit. conveniently, that also keeps them from separating. ]
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[personal profile] bloodandbrass 2024-10-06 10:17 pm (UTC)(link)
[ it's a good point. slowly, evan pulls his hands back, up over david's hips again, resting there rather than grabbing. he even manages to pull his head away from david, actually looking at him for the first time since they started this, and the anger comes back because every time he sees david's face he wants to cave it in.

but that's easy to let slide. there's other expressions he could see, now.

the apartment is small enough that the only door is to the bedroom, with the bathroom off that. it's not far from them, either. whether they end up there or on the couch or on the floor somewhere in-between, evan's not sure he has it in him to complain. not until later, at least. ]
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[personal profile] bloodandbrass 2024-10-06 11:15 pm (UTC)(link)
[ as far as evan's concerned, the couch is fine. so's the floor next to it. he lets david drag them for a few seconds before realizing he's being led. he almost recoils, except that he doesn't want to let go, his hands gripping hard onto david's waist again.

so he pushes instead, as best he can. right up until they get to the couch, where he lets david hit it first, lets him collapse back onto it and follows him, one knee on either side of him and keeping him down.

now he's got a little more room to work with, and without breaking the kiss - as if david would let him - he yanks at the zipper, gets a hand past that, down until he can get his hand around david and try to get him freed.

he's not exactly experienced here. his closest experience is what he watched - occasionally watches - in the dead of night when nobody could interrupt him. but it's not so different from being with a woman. well. not that different, anyway. kind of. ]
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[personal profile] bloodandbrass 2024-10-07 12:30 am (UTC)(link)
[ the second david has a hand on him he pauses. not out of surprise or fear or the paralyzing realization of what they're doing, but because it's good, too good, and it's literally the absolute bare minimum. it's pathetic. he lets out another hard breath, ducks his head against david's collarbone and tries to focus.

he's never gotten anywhere near this with another man, but it can't be difficult. he's not going to imagine this going all that much further, because that'll probably kill him, but this - is better than he'd ever expected. even if it's with david fucking king of all people. ]


Always knew you were - easy.

[ it's an automatic insult, one that ignores the fact that he was the one to get hands on david first. if he thought about it, he wouldn't have said it. or at least have felt slightly embarrassed. as it is, it's barely out of his mouth before he's stroking david. trying to keep him from responding, or at least just - get this going. ]
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[personal profile] bloodandbrass 2024-10-07 09:29 pm (UTC)(link)
[ the response is almost a disappointment. what was he expecting? anger? a punch? it doesn't matter now. they can argue about it later. right now he's trying to keep his focus as david tugs him in a little closer and manages to get his hand around evan. and himself.

it's a new sensation, one evan's not sure he wants to think about for more than a few seconds. but it's not bad, either. a little uncertainly, he shifts his hand to try and do the same, even if the grip is awkward. it's - different. not what he was expecting. not that he knew what the hell he was expecting other than david back on his knees, which some part of him thinks is going to be a one-time thing.

he shuts his eyes and focuses his attention back on david's shoulder, which is about as easy to hide as the collarbone. part of him wants to lay a mark on his neck, but that's too dangerous, and he knows it. his other hand is flat on david's chest, half supporting, half feeling. just getting everything he can out of this. ]
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[personal profile] bloodandbrass 2024-10-07 11:36 pm (UTC)(link)
[ whatever focus he has on david's shoulder, it shorts out as david moves. he bites down less out of intent and more out of instinct as the feeling of that friction rips through him, and it's only because of the bite that he manages to avoid making some critically embarrassing noise. he can't stop the hard breath, though, or the way he shudders, because for all his attempt to believe that this isn't much different from being with a woman, it is. it's way different.

he manages to avoid drawing blood, at least, and pulls his head back just far enough so that he's not tempted to do it again. the mark looks decent against david's skin, at least, and for a second he almost smirks except david rocks again and it makes everything in his brain go hazy again.

it's hard not to do the same and thrust hard against david, in both their hands, but he manages to hold himself in check aside from a brief, sharp attempt. he also manages to keep his voice down to a groan. that takes less effort, but the further this goes, the harder that'll be. ]
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[personal profile] bloodandbrass 2024-10-08 09:24 pm (UTC)(link)
[ whether it's because it's with a man or with david specifically or because he's right on the edge of releasing all the repression he's dealt with for half his fucking life, everything seems so much more to evan than it normally is. it'd border on overwhelming if he let it, he knows. he has to keep some edge of control.

the pace, rhythm, whatever they get together has another shudder run through him, but he doesn't make a serious sound. not yet. he breathes out steadily against david's skin and tries to move his hand a little, tries to do more than just let the friction and movement drag him out of his own skin and into the moment. it helps some. probably.

he doesn't even argue david's hand on his chest, feeling and grabbing and holding on in a way that seems greedier than just wanting to hold on. that's fine for now. fine the same way he digs his fingers into david's own chest and tries not to bite him again, even if he didn't get a bad response to the first one. ]
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[personal profile] bloodandbrass 2024-10-09 09:16 pm (UTC)(link)
[ if he had any idea that david was watching him that intently, he'd put a lot more effort into being controlled. as it is, he thinks having his forehead pressed nearly to david's shoulder hides the most of it, and doesn't try to look at david to confirm anything. because that'd ruin this for him. realizing exactly what he's doing, and who he's doing it with.

he can ignore all that right now and try to breathe evenly even as things get harder and harder to control. he manages to just about strangle a thin moan, his fingers unsteady under david's, feeling like he's ready to lose himself to this completely. but he can't. he can't be the first one to give in. no fucking way.

there's enough concentration there that when david's fingers dig in harder he leans in a little further, hips pushing forward against the rhythm, making them drag against each other and that almost undoes him right there. the resultant surge comes out as one choked, desperate curse: ]


Fuck.

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