[ it's still a deeply strange feeling to him, moreso than just evan's fingers, the pressure as he presses into him and the burn at the edge of it. less than last time, thank goodness for that fucking grease he guesses, but still there. or maybe he's just overthinking it. focusing in on the wrong part. ]
[ david takes a breath, bites down hard on a quiet little noise that wants to slip out because he'd never live that one down, reaches for evan just for something to hold on to. one hand on a bicep, the other on his waist, grip tight. it doesn't take long, but in the moment it feels like fucking forever. ]
[ he takes another breath when he feels evan's hips against him, exhales slow, internally a little annoyed that he needs that courtesy, that he needs this moment to acclimate himself, but at least he's got it. ]
[ the most minute of nods, just for himself, and then he nudges evan with the thigh at his side. ]
Best get to it before you lose your composure, ey?
no subject
[ david takes a breath, bites down hard on a quiet little noise that wants to slip out because he'd never live that one down, reaches for evan just for something to hold on to. one hand on a bicep, the other on his waist, grip tight. it doesn't take long, but in the moment it feels like fucking forever. ]
[ he takes another breath when he feels evan's hips against him, exhales slow, internally a little annoyed that he needs that courtesy, that he needs this moment to acclimate himself, but at least he's got it. ]
[ the most minute of nods, just for himself, and then he nudges evan with the thigh at his side. ]
Best get to it before you lose your composure, ey?
[ he's so funny. ]