[ there's barely enough room to judge the look - and besides, evan's more focused on the body, particularly now that he's got access to a lot more of it. the hand on david roams as he's dragged back in for a rough kiss that he returns in kind. wanders, finds the scars, the lines of muscles, the places where he can feel the bones through the skin. it's something he won't admit to indulging in, when he's got someone like this - someone willing, letting him touch them, not fighting or struggling or trying to kill him.
it almost never happened before this place; it rarely happens now. a touch he doesn't get to take often.
the anger and violence and hunger are clear enough, and he bites that back against david, the same feeling that burns in him all the time. his other hand moves off the table to where the half-used tubes of grease are. it's not ideal, but it's worked in the past, it'll work now, and anyway, as soon as there's a trial it won't matter. he uncaps it one-handed as the half-bite half-kiss continues, the hand on david pushing up under his shirt, finding a nipple and dragging short, ragged nails over it. ]
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it almost never happened before this place; it rarely happens now. a touch he doesn't get to take often.
the anger and violence and hunger are clear enough, and he bites that back against david, the same feeling that burns in him all the time. his other hand moves off the table to where the half-used tubes of grease are. it's not ideal, but it's worked in the past, it'll work now, and anyway, as soon as there's a trial it won't matter. he uncaps it one-handed as the half-bite half-kiss continues, the hand on david pushing up under his shirt, finding a nipple and dragging short, ragged nails over it. ]