[ david's look gets a briefly raised eyebrow in return - a what were you expecting look - before evan's focus fixes back on what they're doing. he lets david pull him down, hears the murmur, scoffs at it and lets the kiss turn right into the rough, biting mess that's become normal between them.
he lets hunger and response determine the pace. his hunger, david's responsiveness - whether that's a noise barely strangled against him or a shudder under his hand. from this side, it's easier to adjust, to find a good angle and drive down on it. to make what seemed like a quick rough fuck into something maybe more than either of them was ready for.
and evan's got experience with that, these days. he pushes david's knee further back, lets his roaming hand move around david's back and urge him closer, or maybe just keep him from slipping back as he fucks him. not that he expects david to try and get anywhere right now. ]
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he lets hunger and response determine the pace. his hunger, david's responsiveness - whether that's a noise barely strangled against him or a shudder under his hand. from this side, it's easier to adjust, to find a good angle and drive down on it. to make what seemed like a quick rough fuck into something maybe more than either of them was ready for.
and evan's got experience with that, these days. he pushes david's knee further back, lets his roaming hand move around david's back and urge him closer, or maybe just keep him from slipping back as he fucks him. not that he expects david to try and get anywhere right now. ]