[ it's sharp and sudden, david gripping him tight, just about breaking, or at least close enough to count given the noises he's making. they don't last long but they're enough, and that, combined with the tightness and sheer intensity, send evan over the edge not long after.
he doesn't bite, instead pressing his mouth hard against david's shoulder, but the shudder that runs through him, and the newly-tightened grips, tell the story enough - and so does the shudder, felt as much as the growl was. sometimes even he can't maintain a totally stoic demeanor in the middle of a rough fuck.
he's a little slower to get back to himself, but his fingers move from david's hair to the back of his neck, and the other hand finally lowers his leg back down toward the tabletop. but he doesn't pull away, or out, opting to keep them both where they are for now. no reason to rush. the discomfort will set in eventually. for now, he stays close enough to let the heat not burn, for once.
but eventually he does mutter, against david's skin: ]
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he doesn't bite, instead pressing his mouth hard against david's shoulder, but the shudder that runs through him, and the newly-tightened grips, tell the story enough - and so does the shudder, felt as much as the growl was. sometimes even he can't maintain a totally stoic demeanor in the middle of a rough fuck.
he's a little slower to get back to himself, but his fingers move from david's hair to the back of his neck, and the other hand finally lowers his leg back down toward the tabletop. but he doesn't pull away, or out, opting to keep them both where they are for now. no reason to rush. the discomfort will set in eventually. for now, he stays close enough to let the heat not burn, for once.
but eventually he does mutter, against david's skin: ]
Better'n spit?
[ as if he'd ever let something go. ]