[ 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. ]
[ it's difficult to decide whether or not he wants to push this or not, because part of him couldn't give less of a fuck if evan keeps his shirt on or not, but another just as loud part of him thinks he didn't put up with this and come out here not to get full access to this jerk. ]
[ there's a third part of him that's just fucking nosey, that's never going to be able to shake this now he's aware that there's something odd here, but that one david can almost ignore. just about. ]
You really think some ugly shoulders 're gonna put me off after all this?
[ must be a botched tattoo or some shit, something ugly and embarrassing, david can't think of a single other reason evan would be self-conscious. he says it, eyebrows raised as if what evan's said is the stupidest thing he's ever heard, but david doesn't linger. lets go of evan's arm to shove him back against the door. again. presses forward to coax him into a kiss and push a knee up between his legs since there's no reason to be cautious this time. ]
[ 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. ]
[ it's honestly the easiest part of this whole thing, when evan pushes at his shirt, to pull his hands back enough to quickly slip it off and let it fall to the floor behind him. there probably isn't a single part of his body that david is the slightest bit self-conscious of, but more than that he knows other people really like his body. it's almost routine to make himself accessible as quickly as possible at this point. ]
[ he gets his hands back on evan quickly, pushes one up his front until it's resting just below his chest. the other starts at his hip until david moves it around to evan's lower back, fingers curling and scratching at his skin as he urges evan's hips closer. tighter to his as david grinds up against him. ]
[ 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. ]
[ david swears, a sharp hiss through his teeth, fingers digging in harshly at evan's back for a second. something in him relaxes when evan bypasses his neck entirely, though he would probably have an easier time explaining it away than evan, but it's offset by the way his breath catches at the fresh bites. ]
[ he feels his way up evan's back, dragging his nails over scars and muscles, though he stops himself around evan's shoulderblades. it's not worth risking the mood, not now. ]
[ his other hand, he brings up to the back of evan's head, not pushing him, just encouraging. breathes out another soft curse when he bites somewhere a little more tender, fingers scraping over his scalp. ]
[ 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. ]
[ david's so distracted by everything going on, he doesn't fully register what he's feeling until it's too late. the grab startles david a little, pisses him off more, but david just about manages to swallow it. ]
I wasn't--
[ obviously annoyed, because how the fuck is he supposed to know where evan's lines are? it takes just about everything in him not to fight about it, but david's way more interested in keeping this going than finding out what the fuck happened to evan or how extensive that scarring is. he drops his hand back down to make that point, to evan's lower back, before the scarring starts to build up. he at least has a mental map of what's okay for now. ]
[ 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. ]
[ evan relaxes (?) so david does the same, relieved by it. on a list of times david wants to fight, when he's harder than he can remember ever being in recent memory and apparently halfway covered in hickies would be a new entry, but it'd rank near the bottom too. ]
[ he catches the way evan freezes, but he moves on before david can do anything, and then he's undoing david's belt which makes him suddenly painfully aware of how uncomfortable it is still being in his pants right now. not that there's much he can do about it. instinctively shifts his hips back a little to make space for evan's hands, but it's still not much. though it does occur to him to return the favour; hands falling to evan's belt to wrestle it open, to get the button open on his pants even if there's no space between them to pull the fly down. ]
[ part of him does wonder, as he tucks his fingers into evan's waistband, presses his thumbs harshly into the line of his hips, if evan's having to show as much restraint as he is. because all david wants to do right now is turn evan around and push him against that door, leave a mark on his neck he'll have to spend the next two weeks picking out shirts to hide. not even to fuck him — honestly there's about a million reasons he wouldn't even try, not like this — but he's sure he could get them both off pretty decently like that. ]
[ maybe another time. david's certainly not under any more illusions that this is gonna be over between them after this, he can't lie to himself that well. and admittedly the thought does prompt a spark of excitement, but david doesn't let himself dwell on that. focuses on the feeling of evan against him, of his hands on his hips, teeth and lips and the sound and sensation of evan's breath on his skin. ]
[ 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. ]
[ 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. ]
[ 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. ]
[ with the heat and the urgency that's built up between them, it's difficult to fully let go of evan. one of his thumbs strokes the shape of a scar on his side, hands resting at his waist. barely a moment of thought before he's reaching again for the side of evan's neck to pull him into a kiss and tucking his fingers back in evan's waistband to pull him back away from the door with him. ]
[ the only places david knows in this apartment are the kitchen and the living room, so unless evan directs them, david's gonna move blindly toward the couch. he really doesn't care where they end up so long as it's soon. ]
[ 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. ]
[ david very nearly laughs again when evan starts to push him, but he doesn't fight it even if the urge is there. it comes out of him in a rougher bite against evan's bottom lip instead, as if making a point that he'll allow it, but he's not happy about it. ]
[ the anger dissipates a little in favour of surprise when he hits the couch and falls back onto it, but david catches himself quickly. shimmies back to fit himself on the length of it and gets his hands on evan's hips to help guide him down. ]
[ here, at least, they're of a similar mind. the second evan's situated, david's pulling his zipper down, impatiently pushing his pants and underwear down just over his ass and returning the favour in shoving his hand down evan's underwear to pull him free. he's honestly a little surprised at the way evan just goes for it, everything up until now has made david assume he'd be a little more hesitant, but the surprise is a pleasant one. ]
[ 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. ]
[ he could point out that at almost every step of the way, evan's been the one to initiate, but he just about keeps it to himself in favour of not starting a fight in the middle of this. ]
-- In't news.
[ anyone could tell him that. granted, not with men, but david doesn't have even close to the mental capacity to think it through, not when he's this close to overwhelmed. not when he's desperately trying not to think about how fucking much he's missed this, or how sad and pathetic that is. ]
[ he swallows, uses the hand he has at evan's hip to try and coax him closer. close enough to try and slip his hand under evan's and get them both in his grip. ]
[ 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. ]
[ he can't tell if he's imagining it or not, the slight lack of confidence from evan. he keeps forgetting evan probably doesn't have any experience with other men — he's never said it, but david can't imagine he would've ever been willing to risk getting found out, no matter how desperate he got. but that's... fine. david wouldn't really choose to be anyone's first guy if he could help it, but they're here now, and he has no problem taking the lead. ]
[ this is simple enough anyway. david keeps his grip on evan's hip, bites the inside of his cheek when he starts to rock his hips up into their hands to try and stay focused. the slide of his cock against evan's is, right now, fucking perfect, and david shudders out a heavy breath, but he's more interested right now in evan's reaction. in what noise he makes, however quiet, or how his body responds. ]
[ 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. ]
[ that is far more satisfying than it has any right to be, even with the bite that makes david flinch and curse sharply because it's a lot harder than anything evan's done so far. he must look a state. ]
[ david tilts his head just enough to look at evan, at the look on his face when he looks down at david's shoulder and the way it changes when david rocks up into their hands, and that's something he knows instantly is going to stick with him for a long time after this. along with that sharp movement from evan-- it might not be much, but it's enough that it surprises david into another breathy curse and a low groan. ]
[ he starts to find a rhythm with his hips, if he can call it that, the hand at evan's hip travelling up his side, to his chest. absolutely shameless about grabbing a handful this time, because why even bother to try and be restrained about this kind of thing when you literally have someone's dick in your hand. ]
[ 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. ]
[ 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. ]
[ 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: ]
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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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[ there's a third part of him that's just fucking nosey, that's never going to be able to shake this now he's aware that there's something odd here, but that one david can almost ignore. just about. ]
You really think some ugly shoulders 're gonna put me off after all this?
[ must be a botched tattoo or some shit, something ugly and embarrassing, david can't think of a single other reason evan would be self-conscious. he says it, eyebrows raised as if what evan's said is the stupidest thing he's ever heard, but david doesn't linger. lets go of evan's arm to shove him back against the door. again. presses forward to coax him into a kiss and push a knee up between his legs since there's no reason to be cautious this time. ]
[ whatever evan's hiding can wait for now. ]
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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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[ he gets his hands back on evan quickly, pushes one up his front until it's resting just below his chest. the other starts at his hip until david moves it around to evan's lower back, fingers curling and scratching at his skin as he urges evan's hips closer. tighter to his as david grinds up against him. ]
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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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[ he feels his way up evan's back, dragging his nails over scars and muscles, though he stops himself around evan's shoulderblades. it's not worth risking the mood, not now. ]
[ his other hand, he brings up to the back of evan's head, not pushing him, just encouraging. breathes out another soft curse when he bites somewhere a little more tender, fingers scraping over his scalp. ]
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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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I wasn't--
[ obviously annoyed, because how the fuck is he supposed to know where evan's lines are? it takes just about everything in him not to fight about it, but david's way more interested in keeping this going than finding out what the fuck happened to evan or how extensive that scarring is. he drops his hand back down to make that point, to evan's lower back, before the scarring starts to build up. he at least has a mental map of what's okay for now. ]
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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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[ he catches the way evan freezes, but he moves on before david can do anything, and then he's undoing david's belt which makes him suddenly painfully aware of how uncomfortable it is still being in his pants right now. not that there's much he can do about it. instinctively shifts his hips back a little to make space for evan's hands, but it's still not much. though it does occur to him to return the favour; hands falling to evan's belt to wrestle it open, to get the button open on his pants even if there's no space between them to pull the fly down. ]
[ part of him does wonder, as he tucks his fingers into evan's waistband, presses his thumbs harshly into the line of his hips, if evan's having to show as much restraint as he is. because all david wants to do right now is turn evan around and push him against that door, leave a mark on his neck he'll have to spend the next two weeks picking out shirts to hide. not even to fuck him — honestly there's about a million reasons he wouldn't even try, not like this — but he's sure he could get them both off pretty decently like that. ]
[ maybe another time. david's certainly not under any more illusions that this is gonna be over between them after this, he can't lie to himself that well. and admittedly the thought does prompt a spark of excitement, but david doesn't let himself dwell on that. focuses on the feeling of evan against him, of his hands on his hips, teeth and lips and the sound and sensation of evan's breath on his skin. ]
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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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Gotta let go of me first.
[ not that he really wants that, but moving somewhere else might be nicer. ]
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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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[ the only places david knows in this apartment are the kitchen and the living room, so unless evan directs them, david's gonna move blindly toward the couch. he really doesn't care where they end up so long as it's soon. ]
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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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[ the anger dissipates a little in favour of surprise when he hits the couch and falls back onto it, but david catches himself quickly. shimmies back to fit himself on the length of it and gets his hands on evan's hips to help guide him down. ]
[ here, at least, they're of a similar mind. the second evan's situated, david's pulling his zipper down, impatiently pushing his pants and underwear down just over his ass and returning the favour in shoving his hand down evan's underwear to pull him free. he's honestly a little surprised at the way evan just goes for it, everything up until now has made david assume he'd be a little more hesitant, but the surprise is a pleasant one. ]
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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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-- In't news.
[ anyone could tell him that. granted, not with men, but david doesn't have even close to the mental capacity to think it through, not when he's this close to overwhelmed. not when he's desperately trying not to think about how fucking much he's missed this, or how sad and pathetic that is. ]
[ he swallows, uses the hand he has at evan's hip to try and coax him closer. close enough to try and slip his hand under evan's and get them both in his grip. ]
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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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[ this is simple enough anyway. david keeps his grip on evan's hip, bites the inside of his cheek when he starts to rock his hips up into their hands to try and stay focused. the slide of his cock against evan's is, right now, fucking perfect, and david shudders out a heavy breath, but he's more interested right now in evan's reaction. in what noise he makes, however quiet, or how his body responds. ]
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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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[ david tilts his head just enough to look at evan, at the look on his face when he looks down at david's shoulder and the way it changes when david rocks up into their hands, and that's something he knows instantly is going to stick with him for a long time after this. along with that sharp movement from evan-- it might not be much, but it's enough that it surprises david into another breathy curse and a low groan. ]
[ he starts to find a rhythm with his hips, if he can call it that, the hand at evan's hip travelling up his side, to his chest. absolutely shameless about grabbing a handful this time, because why even bother to try and be restrained about this kind of thing when you literally have someone's dick in your hand. ]
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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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[ 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 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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