[ it's always gratifying to hear that - especially from the ones who don't like letting what they're feeling go heard. david's not completely in that group, but the way he was trying to muffle himself before contributes to that idea at least a little. so evan keeps up the biting, finding the previous bruises and doubling down on them. no point in ignoring a sign when it's right fucking there.
when david opts to put both hands on evan - and almost violently, too, nails dragging against burned skin, digging in at the back of his skull, making sure evan doesn't back off or change his mind or go slower, as much as the last one might be worth the effort eventually - he realizes the decision, what that might actually mean, and it makes him growl deep in his chest. david'll feel it, both against his throat and in every part of him trying to keep evan close. it does something to him, realizing what david intends here.
he sucks a new bruise in place over david's collarbone, something easier to hide but easier to feel, too, and moves his grip from david's jaw up into his hair. keeps his head back, gives a new prickle of pain with every tug. not hard. but probably more than enough.
no words. no point in words, not anymore. not when it might interrupt what he's hearing coming from david as he buries himself deep into him, just enough pride coasting at the edges of his hunger to want to outlast him. it doesn't stop or slow him - just preoccupies him a little bit. for the moment. ]
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when david opts to put both hands on evan - and almost violently, too, nails dragging against burned skin, digging in at the back of his skull, making sure evan doesn't back off or change his mind or go slower, as much as the last one might be worth the effort eventually - he realizes the decision, what that might actually mean, and it makes him growl deep in his chest. david'll feel it, both against his throat and in every part of him trying to keep evan close. it does something to him, realizing what david intends here.
he sucks a new bruise in place over david's collarbone, something easier to hide but easier to feel, too, and moves his grip from david's jaw up into his hair. keeps his head back, gives a new prickle of pain with every tug. not hard. but probably more than enough.
no words. no point in words, not anymore. not when it might interrupt what he's hearing coming from david as he buries himself deep into him, just enough pride coasting at the edges of his hunger to want to outlast him. it doesn't stop or slow him - just preoccupies him a little bit. for the moment. ]