[ it helps that david loves just being touched, craves it at times. not just in the way that everyone here is a little touch starved, but in a way that feeds a warmth david doesn't really understand, nor does he intend to figure it out any time soon, just knows that it sets some part of him at ease. which is useful now, when he has no fucking idea what he's doing, kind of just riffing on what people have done with him with a side of barrelling through any uncertainty he feels with a battering ram of bravado. ]
[ he moves a hand down from evan's neck down over his chest, around to his side, to his back. harder to be mindful of the wounds there as his hand travels, but he does his best not to linger as it moves up his back, mapping out the muscles of his upper back, his shoulders. a short gasp slipping out of him at the drag of evan's nails, though it's far from a complaint, fingers flexing and digging in for a second where they are on evan in response. ]
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[ he moves a hand down from evan's neck down over his chest, around to his side, to his back. harder to be mindful of the wounds there as his hand travels, but he does his best not to linger as it moves up his back, mapping out the muscles of his upper back, his shoulders. a short gasp slipping out of him at the drag of evan's nails, though it's far from a complaint, fingers flexing and digging in for a second where they are on evan in response. ]