[ david huffs against evan's neck, a quick laugh and a murmur of 'of course' when he says it's different, and nips again at that patch of skin. he doesn't think about it too much, how... dangerously close they are right now to something crazy like getting along and having a good time here. ]
[ similar at his second comment, david just makes an affirmative noise against his skin, uses the hand on his hip as encouragement to put more weight down on the table and lean harder against evan. no need to make shit messy thinking about what's similar between them. at least if they're similar enough here then it means this will probably not be awful. not that it was last time, but he's had a lot of disappointing second goes. ]
[ the hand david had at evan's neck he moves down, employing the definitely tactical decision to use his right hand to fumble open the buckle on his waders — whatever the situation with the way the other side is all tangled up in his... pieces. his shrapnel. david isn't gonna deal with that — so he has a little more space to drag his hand down to his chest, wondering how long it takes before evan's impatience gets the better of him here. ]
[ he bears the pressure, the intent, the recognition that david's trying to get one up on him in a way. it's not out of the ordinary. survivors who realize that no, he's not going to kill them when they're done, sometimes go for it. generally he doesn't mind. they never get very far before his patience runs thin.
the one buckle opens easily; it's to both of their benefit that david doesn't even attempt the other, because that'd probably ruin the mood. half the time even evan can't manage to pull it off without pissing himself off. the hand on his chest avoids the scars, the worst of the embedded metal and shrapnel, and so what he can feel is pleasant more than it isn't.
he lets that go on for a bit, letting david leave marks (which should infuriate him) and get his hands wherever they can find unbroken skin, before his grip around david's hip tightens and his other hand comes up to pull the mask off and set it aside - and then find its way into david's hair and, short as it is, get a grip to pull his head back.
it's not intended to be painful, or at least no more than normal. there's no malice in his expression. the patience, as david suspected, just isn't that strong outside a hunt. ]
[ david tips his head back with the pull, looks up at evan with an expression that's just a little smug and extremely amused with himself, and no intention to share why. it's nothing big, just a little confirmation of his ability to read evan even in such a wildly different situation to the usual between them. maybe he should be concerned that he's getting a good enough idea of what the guy's like when it's not just rage and violence to put that together, but, well. neither of them are gonna think over the finer details and what they mean if they don't have to. ]
Not this time.
[ david punctuates with a wink. it's not a 'no, never,' that would be silly when, he's generally far more willing to go down on people than he ever has been to have anything up his ass, but he's not gonna let evan have it that easy. on his terms, sometime in the future, when he can catch him off guard with it maybe. ]
[ he grins, moves his hand to nudge evan with a fist. he really couldn't explain why all this is funny to him, it just is. probably another of those times how fucking bizarre all this is starting to catch up with him. ]
[ it's not a no, but the followup makes evan let out an amused breath - almost a laugh, again. basically a no. that's fine. it's rare he ever expects that, and he's not as violently allergic to give and take as a lot of other killers, at least in regards to this. ]
So when this place collapses into dust.
[ he lets go of david's hair only to step forward, using their closeness and the hold on his hip to make david take a few steps back. toward a different workbench, because he's got way more than necessary. this one's mostly unoccupied except for a few broken pieces of old traps, a bottle of blackening tar, and partly-used tubes of grease used to keep the traps from rusting and make sure the joints snap shut as smoothly as possible.
once they're there, he traps david in as much as david tried to do to him, but he's big enough that it probably feels more effective. it's the same sort of looming he does in trials ... or at least, very close to it, except the murder's muted now.
one hand on the flat table behind david, the other still on david's hip, the light at his back and the whole place still mostly shadows, evan knows he probably looks more threatening than intended. but that's fine. the weapons are just out of reach, even now. and david's never been afraid of him - at least, not for a hell of a while. ]
Turn around or get on the table. [ yes, he'll go for it that abruptly. ] Your choice.
[ david raises his eyebrows as he's pushed backwards as if to say 'i don't know about that', but that's for later. right now he shrugs out of his jacket and tosses it onto the workbench evan was just leaning against as he's backed up against the one opposite, feels the full weight of what it's like to be boxed in like this, though not for the first time. ]
[ there is something menacing about the way the shadows obscure most of his face, but it's not unattractive either. he wonders, in the few moments of quiet, if the other people evan's been with get off on that. on being able to take someone-- something just this side of monstrous and walk away from it. he's had his fair share of partners who definitely took something similar from him, and, if he thinks about it, he's probably not immune to that either. ]
[ those brief thoughts are cut off when he speaks though, and the snort and laugh that comes out of david is more surprise at the abruptness of it than anything. ]
Jesus, alright. [ thinks about it for a second, and then plants his hands on the bench behind himself to hop up on to it. seats himself at the edge like he thinks is probably right and reaches out to grip evan's waders and tug him closer. ]
[ much as evan can understand the uncertainty, the need to pretend this is something other than exactly what it is, even the borderline requirement some survivors have that they "lose", in a sense, in order to justify why this is something they're okay with, if he's got a handle on the situation he's not going to waste time. as david already knows in a number of ways, his patience is short and easy to snap.
he gives david just enough space to get on the table, and then david closes it again, pulling him in. he moves the hand that had a grip on his waist up to david's jaw, tilts his head back the same way david did to him, and then leans in to return the favor he was just getting. a few bites, a few marks, almost mirroring - if unintentionally - the ones david left on him.
the other hand stays between them, finding david's belt and fly and undoing them a little inexpertly. no point in waiting, although he's not going to go right for the end game yet. ]
[ he's gonna be annoyed again about all those marks, but how much can david really complain when he lets his head be tilted so easily, when the way he grunts is just as much pleasure as it is pain and he instinctively brings a hand up to the back of evan's head to encourage him. ]
[ probably not, but that's not going to stop him griping about it later. ]
[ his other hand moves from where he was gripping evan's waders to his side, around to his back, takes a moment and then decides why the fuck not shortly before david pushes his hand down to grab his ass with a particularly satisfied sounding noise. he's never really looked at it before, but it's a good handful. which... makes sense considering the size of the man it belongs to. ]
[ there's no argument against the bites. only a head tilted back, more skin to mark, around one side of the neck, down to as close as he can get to the shoulder before the shirt stops him. evan doesn't argue or resist when david keeps him close with a hand on him, and then around to the back to grab -
which also isn't exactly a new move, but he wasn't expecting it, which will be obvious when he pauses in what he's doing to give david an unseen look with a raised eyebrow.
but no point in interrupting. he fits himself closer between david's legs and finishes working at the belt and fly. tugs at the edge to make sure it's open and then lets that hand settle back on david's hip. the other, more slowly, makes its way down from his jaw, across the chest and stomach to the other hip.
he curls his fingers around the waist of david's pants, pulls back from another bite, and then, in one sharp jerk, yanks both pants and underwear down just below david's ass. not even to his knees - only far enough down that the worktable will be cool underneath, and so that he can keep his legs just about hooked around evan, if he wants. ]
[ david jerks at the suddenness of having his pants ripped down, that brief bit of smugness he felt at making evan pause like that gone in favour of utter confusion at the sudden cool sensation under his ass. his hands slip from where they were — one to the side of evan's neck, the other to his hip — as he leans back just enough to look down like he doesn't already know what's going on and needs a visual confirmation. ]
[ it doesn't leave him feeling super enthused about how he thinks evan plans to proceed from here, and he huffs, immediately drops his hands next to evans' on his waistband with a frown. ]
Let me get 'em all the way off then, shit.
[ yes, he also kicks evan for emphasis. lightly, more like a tap against the back of his thigh with the heel of his shoe, but still. ]
[ david's irritated reaction isn't new either, but the look he gets is a little surprising. still, it's not out of the ordinary for people dealing with him.
he leans back to raise an eyebrow, not looking particularly smug but there's a hint of it showing at the very slight grin pulling at the corner of his mouth. ]
Don't need to.
[ there's more than enough room for him to get where he needs to. but he doesn't refuse to move; the little tap gets him to let go and step back only far enough for david to work off whatever he thinks he needs, and then he's back between david's legs immediately, one hand running up along his thigh, the other set on the worktable again. ]
[ he likes his freedom of movement, okay. david rolls his eyes with a light shake of his head, pushing his pants down past his knees, wriggles one shoe through and leg free before he decides that's enough. no doubt he looks stupid as hell, jeans dangling from his left leg, t-shirt and shoes still on, but whatever. so long as he doesn't feel any more restrained than he does by the heft of the man standing between his legs, david can handle looking a little stupid. ]
[ hands free, david reaches for evan again, reaches for his neck with both hands to pull him down like he can kiss that stupid, smug look off his face. rough, all teeth and barely restrained aggression, the kind he's been holding back this whole time because it's never not there, thrumming just under his skin, as good as david can sometimes be at pretending otherwise. ]
[ there's barely enough room to judge the look - and besides, evan's more focused on the body, particularly now that he's got access to a lot more of it. the hand on david roams as he's dragged back in for a rough kiss that he returns in kind. wanders, finds the scars, the lines of muscles, the places where he can feel the bones through the skin. it's something he won't admit to indulging in, when he's got someone like this - someone willing, letting him touch them, not fighting or struggling or trying to kill him.
it almost never happened before this place; it rarely happens now. a touch he doesn't get to take often.
the anger and violence and hunger are clear enough, and he bites that back against david, the same feeling that burns in him all the time. his other hand moves off the table to where the half-used tubes of grease are. it's not ideal, but it's worked in the past, it'll work now, and anyway, as soon as there's a trial it won't matter. he uncaps it one-handed as the half-bite half-kiss continues, the hand on david pushing up under his shirt, finding a nipple and dragging short, ragged nails over it. ]
[ 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. ]
[ it's easy to keep a hand on someone who clearly does want it, and leans into it, reacts to it. easy to let his nails, short as they are, drag across david's chest, down to his stomach. easy to let his hand flatten out and graze his cock for just a second before the hand on his back finds a place that spikes with pain, grit his teeth, and then keep it moving when the hand in question moves on.
it's also easy - although only because of practice - to uncap the tube and smear more than a little of it on his fingers. he didn't forget david's little comment and that's the whole reason he brought him down here, instead of just going at it up in the ironworks office - that, and the privacy. once he has enough he slides that hand over david's thigh, under him, bring his other hand down to the closest knee and more gently than not tilt david back a little.
making it actually feasible to get his hand underneath him and start to slip into him, with no real warning other than the shift in movement. why say something? they're here for a reason, and evan's not interested in wasting too much time. ]
[ god but he hates the way it's like it's impossible for him to hide the way this makes him nervous, the way his breath catches when he feels the hand under his knee, swallows as he leans back with the movement. it feels like something that should be easy, it's not like he doesn't know he can take it. ]
[ he grunts in discomfort at the initial press of evan's fingers, has to back out of the kiss to take a breath, head ducked, fingers clenched. david's eager to get through this bit too, that grease definitely helps more than just a coating of spit did, he's just a little anxious. just a little though. like, a totally negligible amount. don't even worry about it. ]
[ the tension is obvious. for the most part, evan ignores it. david's not saying anything, he's not backing off, so it's his problem. evan lets him brace himself, working his fingers deeper, trying despite his own impatience to be a little more thorough this time than he was before. it should be easier, but - ]
Relax.
[ there's an edge of something to the word. impatience, or annoyance. he can grasp the idea of not being fully prepared for this after only one run-in, but ... although didn't david say it? that was the first time anybody's fucked him. a second time might still have some uncertainty to it, especially now that he's barely buzzed instead of drunk enough to charge out looking for this.
it doesn't change anything, really, but it does stick to the front of his mind. he works his fingers deeper, works until he's sure he's got enough, and then withdraws his hand to get a little more of the stuff for himself.
his other hand lets david's knee go to come up and work the other buckle free with a grimace. it never doesn't hurt, but it's a quick movement before the waders drop completely. ]
[ he hisses it with a tone that is obviously annoyed, though if he's more annoyed at himself for being tense or at evan for noticing it, it'd be hard to say. luckily at least he's not so tense that it's anything more than a bit uncomfortable, for his part at least. he imagines evan could quite easily push ahead without really paying it any mind if he wanted to. ]
[ still kind of weird to acknowledge that he has that level of consideration in him, even if it probably ultimately makes it better for himself too. ]
[ without really thinking about it, david looks down when evan's waders drop and even obscured by shadow as everything is, he still gets a pretty good idea of what he's working with there. it hadn't occurred to him at all that he hadn't seen evan's dick last time, and david almost laughs because, yeah. no wonder he was so sore last time. david's not exactly unimpressive himself in that regard, and there's a reason he's learned to be patient with it, but he expects asking for more than he's already getting from evan would be bordering on impossible regardless of whether he wanted to be or not. ]
[ but this is fine. he's done this under less ideal conditions and it was fine, right? good, in fact. david takes a moment to think about it, lifts a leg to brace his thigh at evan's hip and hook it around him to pull him right back to the edge of the table. why spend all this time thinking when they could just get on with it? ]
[ evan snorts at the rebuttal - yeah, right - but doesn't say anything, because that's a direct line to getting a fist to the jaw. as he works at himself he notices david's downward look, the look that suggests he's either about to laugh or he's in disbelief. evan opts for the latter since it'd hotwire him directly into fury if he assumed the former for a second. but that's probably not david's intent even if he does laugh.
probably.
the grease isn't exactly cold but he grimaces a little anyway, and lets david pull him in with a leg. he takes that as the opportunity to pause, settle himself, settle david, get his other hand back under the other knee, although it's not as if it's really necessary now.
he angles himself and presses into david - more easily this time than last, obviously. the sensation's a little different but not nearly enough to consider bad. he never has before and he's not about to start. his grip on david is a little tighter than it probably should be as he keeps moving, slowly but without pausing, until his hips meet david again.
then there's brief pause out of a courtesy to see this happen again. if he wasn't worried about that, things might be different. and david might not have agreed a second time. evan lets out a steady breath, trying to keep a handle on his self-control. ]
[ 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?
[ evan stays silent until david gives him a sign, knowing how fast survivors are to cut and run when they're pissed off or insulted. not that he won't bring it up later. for the moment he keeps a grip on himself, keeps a grip on david, balancing the impatience out with a reminder of what he'll get in minutes or maybe seconds.
the pause after david speaks, though, isn't to let him acclimate. ]
Keep talkin' like that and I'm gonna get you facedown over this and fuck you 'til you can't walk.
[ it's not said particularly dangerously. it sounds more like a half-amused threat - which it is. but it's still a threat. though it doesn't occur to him that he basically just agreed with david.
one hand stays where it is, gripping under david's knee, while the other moves to splay fingers across his stomach, up to his chest as evan starts to fuck him - and somewhat less slowly than last time, compared to the way that started. if david's got enough energy to talk shit, then he's got enough energy to cope with a little bit of a harder kickoff. ]
[ david has something to say to that, but he gets about as far as a hint of a smirk and 'y'know' before it's cut off suddenly with a gasped curse, grip tightening where he's holding on. ]
[ he hasn't actually looked evan in the face in a little bit, certainly not since there was anything inside him — something about being face-to-face like this leaves a churning discomfort in his gut, something he doesn't think he's ever felt before and can't place — but he certainly finds it in himself to tilt his head up and give him a look for that. and this man has the gall to tell david he's annoying. ]
[ the hand he had on evan's arm moves, up to his shoulder, to his neck where he can pull him down enough to kiss with a murmur telling him to shut the fuck up. ]
[ 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. ]
[ aside from the odd noise he swallows, (definitely not out of embarrassment,) david has no problem being plenty expressive. lifts his other leg around evan with a shallow groan, bites at his lip, holds it between his teeth, drags his nails over the skin on his side, his chest as his hand moves. ]
[ and then he shifts, and david was already letting out some decent groans, low and steady, but that gets him more than he was prepared for. he swears harshly against evan's lips, moans into his mouth, a more desperate noise than he's entirely comfortable with evan hearing from him. ]
[ as much as there's a surprisingly (to him) large part of david that's concerned with anything he might do that's not manly enough, it's easy to get swept up in this. which maybe is something he needs. easy to let evan make sure he doesn't move away when he fucks into him just right and it sends sparks up his spine, makes stars dance behind his eyelids, and david urges him on with enthusiastic murmurs against his lips. almost makes him mad with the knowledge in the back of his head that he's going to come back for this again, but that's a fleeting thought, impossible to hold on to right now. ]
[ a clear response like that makes him double down, or at least keep going. doesn't say anything, doesn't mock, doesn't gloat - just finds that angle again and doesn't stop. the entity's gifts mean he's a borderline unstoppable killer, but they have other benefits, too.
the hand on david's chest moves up to his jaw and makes an effort to break the biting kiss by tilting his head back to bare his throat. evan doesn't pull away, but he moves his mouth down to bite at his throat again instead, leaving bruises in new places, sometimes over the other ones, like the spark of pain might only help make this better.
there's only so quick even he's interested in going, but harder has less of an issue, and so as the noises he can hear get more breathless and desperate he leans into that. shifts their angle minutely if it gets a better reaction, holds steady when it doesn't. his hold on david's knee loosens a little, but he keeps it pushed where it is as he finds a fresh grip with a fresh spot to bruise in turn. not that bruises last, but the idea of them is there, and sometimes the phantom memory, long after everything else has faded. ]
[ he tilts his head with really only the barest pressure from evan's hand, welcoming the mouth at his throat eagerly. a hiss at the first bite, a sharp shit-- along with his nails scrabbling at the back of evan's neck, the base of his skull, when one of them really sends some sparks flying. in the moment he finds himself wishing evan had hair, something he could bury his fingers in, something he could grip in a fist and pull, but he settles for bringing his hand up to the back of his head. encouraging, like earlier, to keep doing what he's doing. ]
[ with nowhere to muffle his noises anymore, david is, of course, louder too. especially when evan starts fucking him harder. practically cries out at first like it's a surprise, settles into shaky moans that feel like they rattle around in his chest before they make it out of his mouth, breathless and gasping. ]
[ david lowers his free hand into his lap, wraps it around his cock, but he thinks-- he thinks he could come like this, if he lets it happen. the realisation makes a familiar swell of annoyance bloom, but more importantly it stokes something hot in his gut that makes him change tack, takes his hand of himself to instead wrap that arm around evan, hand splayed between his shoulder blades, practically clawing at him the way he holds on. ]
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[ similar at his second comment, david just makes an affirmative noise against his skin, uses the hand on his hip as encouragement to put more weight down on the table and lean harder against evan. no need to make shit messy thinking about what's similar between them. at least if they're similar enough here then it means this will probably not be awful. not that it was last time, but he's had a lot of disappointing second goes. ]
[ the hand david had at evan's neck he moves down, employing the definitely tactical decision to use his right hand to fumble open the buckle on his waders — whatever the situation with the way the other side is all tangled up in his... pieces. his shrapnel. david isn't gonna deal with that — so he has a little more space to drag his hand down to his chest, wondering how long it takes before evan's impatience gets the better of him here. ]
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the one buckle opens easily; it's to both of their benefit that david doesn't even attempt the other, because that'd probably ruin the mood. half the time even evan can't manage to pull it off without pissing himself off. the hand on his chest avoids the scars, the worst of the embedded metal and shrapnel, and so what he can feel is pleasant more than it isn't.
he lets that go on for a bit, letting david leave marks (which should infuriate him) and get his hands wherever they can find unbroken skin, before his grip around david's hip tightens and his other hand comes up to pull the mask off and set it aside - and then find its way into david's hair and, short as it is, get a grip to pull his head back.
it's not intended to be painful, or at least no more than normal. there's no malice in his expression. the patience, as david suspected, just isn't that strong outside a hunt. ]
You plannin' on getting on your knees here?
[ it's a joke. mostly a joke. ]
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Not this time.
[ david punctuates with a wink. it's not a 'no, never,' that would be silly when, he's generally far more willing to go down on people than he ever has been to have anything up his ass, but he's not gonna let evan have it that easy. on his terms, sometime in the future, when he can catch him off guard with it maybe. ]
[ he grins, moves his hand to nudge evan with a fist. he really couldn't explain why all this is funny to him, it just is. probably another of those times how fucking bizarre all this is starting to catch up with him. ]
Maybe the same day you let me fuck you, ey?
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So when this place collapses into dust.
[ he lets go of david's hair only to step forward, using their closeness and the hold on his hip to make david take a few steps back. toward a different workbench, because he's got way more than necessary. this one's mostly unoccupied except for a few broken pieces of old traps, a bottle of blackening tar, and partly-used tubes of grease used to keep the traps from rusting and make sure the joints snap shut as smoothly as possible.
once they're there, he traps david in as much as david tried to do to him, but he's big enough that it probably feels more effective. it's the same sort of looming he does in trials ... or at least, very close to it, except the murder's muted now.
one hand on the flat table behind david, the other still on david's hip, the light at his back and the whole place still mostly shadows, evan knows he probably looks more threatening than intended. but that's fine. the weapons are just out of reach, even now. and david's never been afraid of him - at least, not for a hell of a while. ]
Turn around or get on the table. [ yes, he'll go for it that abruptly. ] Your choice.
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[ there is something menacing about the way the shadows obscure most of his face, but it's not unattractive either. he wonders, in the few moments of quiet, if the other people evan's been with get off on that. on being able to take someone-- something just this side of monstrous and walk away from it. he's had his fair share of partners who definitely took something similar from him, and, if he thinks about it, he's probably not immune to that either. ]
[ those brief thoughts are cut off when he speaks though, and the snort and laugh that comes out of david is more surprise at the abruptness of it than anything. ]
Jesus, alright. [ thinks about it for a second, and then plants his hands on the bench behind himself to hop up on to it. seats himself at the edge like he thinks is probably right and reaches out to grip evan's waders and tug him closer. ]
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he gives david just enough space to get on the table, and then david closes it again, pulling him in. he moves the hand that had a grip on his waist up to david's jaw, tilts his head back the same way david did to him, and then leans in to return the favor he was just getting. a few bites, a few marks, almost mirroring - if unintentionally - the ones david left on him.
the other hand stays between them, finding david's belt and fly and undoing them a little inexpertly. no point in waiting, although he's not going to go right for the end game yet. ]
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[ probably not, but that's not going to stop him griping about it later. ]
[ his other hand moves from where he was gripping evan's waders to his side, around to his back, takes a moment and then decides why the fuck not shortly before david pushes his hand down to grab his ass with a particularly satisfied sounding noise. he's never really looked at it before, but it's a good handful. which... makes sense considering the size of the man it belongs to. ]
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which also isn't exactly a new move, but he wasn't expecting it, which will be obvious when he pauses in what he's doing to give david an unseen look with a raised eyebrow.
but no point in interrupting. he fits himself closer between david's legs and finishes working at the belt and fly. tugs at the edge to make sure it's open and then lets that hand settle back on david's hip. the other, more slowly, makes its way down from his jaw, across the chest and stomach to the other hip.
he curls his fingers around the waist of david's pants, pulls back from another bite, and then, in one sharp jerk, yanks both pants and underwear down just below david's ass. not even to his knees - only far enough down that the worktable will be cool underneath, and so that he can keep his legs just about hooked around evan, if he wants. ]
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[ it doesn't leave him feeling super enthused about how he thinks evan plans to proceed from here, and he huffs, immediately drops his hands next to evans' on his waistband with a frown. ]
Let me get 'em all the way off then, shit.
[ yes, he also kicks evan for emphasis. lightly, more like a tap against the back of his thigh with the heel of his shoe, but still. ]
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he leans back to raise an eyebrow, not looking particularly smug but there's a hint of it showing at the very slight grin pulling at the corner of his mouth. ]
Don't need to.
[ there's more than enough room for him to get where he needs to. but he doesn't refuse to move; the little tap gets him to let go and step back only far enough for david to work off whatever he thinks he needs, and then he's back between david's legs immediately, one hand running up along his thigh, the other set on the worktable again. ]
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[ hands free, david reaches for evan again, reaches for his neck with both hands to pull him down like he can kiss that stupid, smug look off his face. rough, all teeth and barely restrained aggression, the kind he's been holding back this whole time because it's never not there, thrumming just under his skin, as good as david can sometimes be at pretending otherwise. ]
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it almost never happened before this place; it rarely happens now. a touch he doesn't get to take often.
the anger and violence and hunger are clear enough, and he bites that back against david, the same feeling that burns in him all the time. his other hand moves off the table to where the half-used tubes of grease are. it's not ideal, but it's worked in the past, it'll work now, and anyway, as soon as there's a trial it won't matter. he uncaps it one-handed as the half-bite half-kiss continues, the hand on david pushing up under his shirt, finding a nipple and dragging short, ragged nails over it. ]
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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. ]
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it's also easy - although only because of practice - to uncap the tube and smear more than a little of it on his fingers. he didn't forget david's little comment and that's the whole reason he brought him down here, instead of just going at it up in the ironworks office - that, and the privacy. once he has enough he slides that hand over david's thigh, under him, bring his other hand down to the closest knee and more gently than not tilt david back a little.
making it actually feasible to get his hand underneath him and start to slip into him, with no real warning other than the shift in movement. why say something? they're here for a reason, and evan's not interested in wasting too much time. ]
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[ he grunts in discomfort at the initial press of evan's fingers, has to back out of the kiss to take a breath, head ducked, fingers clenched. david's eager to get through this bit too, that grease definitely helps more than just a coating of spit did, he's just a little anxious. just a little though. like, a totally negligible amount. don't even worry about it. ]
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Relax.
[ there's an edge of something to the word. impatience, or annoyance. he can grasp the idea of not being fully prepared for this after only one run-in, but ... although didn't david say it? that was the first time anybody's fucked him. a second time might still have some uncertainty to it, especially now that he's barely buzzed instead of drunk enough to charge out looking for this.
it doesn't change anything, really, but it does stick to the front of his mind. he works his fingers deeper, works until he's sure he's got enough, and then withdraws his hand to get a little more of the stuff for himself.
his other hand lets david's knee go to come up and work the other buckle free with a grimace. it never doesn't hurt, but it's a quick movement before the waders drop completely. ]
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[ he hisses it with a tone that is obviously annoyed, though if he's more annoyed at himself for being tense or at evan for noticing it, it'd be hard to say. luckily at least he's not so tense that it's anything more than a bit uncomfortable, for his part at least. he imagines evan could quite easily push ahead without really paying it any mind if he wanted to. ]
[ still kind of weird to acknowledge that he has that level of consideration in him, even if it probably ultimately makes it better for himself too. ]
[ without really thinking about it, david looks down when evan's waders drop and even obscured by shadow as everything is, he still gets a pretty good idea of what he's working with there. it hadn't occurred to him at all that he hadn't seen evan's dick last time, and david almost laughs because, yeah. no wonder he was so sore last time. david's not exactly unimpressive himself in that regard, and there's a reason he's learned to be patient with it, but he expects asking for more than he's already getting from evan would be bordering on impossible regardless of whether he wanted to be or not. ]
[ but this is fine. he's done this under less ideal conditions and it was fine, right? good, in fact. david takes a moment to think about it, lifts a leg to brace his thigh at evan's hip and hook it around him to pull him right back to the edge of the table. why spend all this time thinking when they could just get on with it? ]
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probably.
the grease isn't exactly cold but he grimaces a little anyway, and lets david pull him in with a leg. he takes that as the opportunity to pause, settle himself, settle david, get his other hand back under the other knee, although it's not as if it's really necessary now.
he angles himself and presses into david - more easily this time than last, obviously. the sensation's a little different but not nearly enough to consider bad. he never has before and he's not about to start. his grip on david is a little tighter than it probably should be as he keeps moving, slowly but without pausing, until his hips meet david again.
then there's brief pause out of a courtesy to see this happen again. if he wasn't worried about that, things might be different. and david might not have agreed a second time. evan lets out a steady breath, trying to keep a handle on his self-control. ]
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[ 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. ]
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the pause after david speaks, though, isn't to let him acclimate. ]
Keep talkin' like that and I'm gonna get you facedown over this and fuck you 'til you can't walk.
[ it's not said particularly dangerously. it sounds more like a half-amused threat - which it is. but it's still a threat. though it doesn't occur to him that he basically just agreed with david.
one hand stays where it is, gripping under david's knee, while the other moves to splay fingers across his stomach, up to his chest as evan starts to fuck him - and somewhat less slowly than last time, compared to the way that started. if david's got enough energy to talk shit, then he's got enough energy to cope with a little bit of a harder kickoff. ]
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[ he hasn't actually looked evan in the face in a little bit, certainly not since there was anything inside him — something about being face-to-face like this leaves a churning discomfort in his gut, something he doesn't think he's ever felt before and can't place — but he certainly finds it in himself to tilt his head up and give him a look for that. and this man has the gall to tell david he's annoying. ]
[ the hand he had on evan's arm moves, up to his shoulder, to his neck where he can pull him down enough to kiss with a murmur telling him to shut the fuck up. ]
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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. ]
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[ and then he shifts, and david was already letting out some decent groans, low and steady, but that gets him more than he was prepared for. he swears harshly against evan's lips, moans into his mouth, a more desperate noise than he's entirely comfortable with evan hearing from him. ]
[ as much as there's a surprisingly (to him) large part of david that's concerned with anything he might do that's not manly enough, it's easy to get swept up in this. which maybe is something he needs. easy to let evan make sure he doesn't move away when he fucks into him just right and it sends sparks up his spine, makes stars dance behind his eyelids, and david urges him on with enthusiastic murmurs against his lips. almost makes him mad with the knowledge in the back of his head that he's going to come back for this again, but that's a fleeting thought, impossible to hold on to right now. ]
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the hand on david's chest moves up to his jaw and makes an effort to break the biting kiss by tilting his head back to bare his throat. evan doesn't pull away, but he moves his mouth down to bite at his throat again instead, leaving bruises in new places, sometimes over the other ones, like the spark of pain might only help make this better.
there's only so quick even he's interested in going, but harder has less of an issue, and so as the noises he can hear get more breathless and desperate he leans into that. shifts their angle minutely if it gets a better reaction, holds steady when it doesn't. his hold on david's knee loosens a little, but he keeps it pushed where it is as he finds a fresh grip with a fresh spot to bruise in turn. not that bruises last, but the idea of them is there, and sometimes the phantom memory, long after everything else has faded. ]
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[ with nowhere to muffle his noises anymore, david is, of course, louder too. especially when evan starts fucking him harder. practically cries out at first like it's a surprise, settles into shaky moans that feel like they rattle around in his chest before they make it out of his mouth, breathless and gasping. ]
[ david lowers his free hand into his lap, wraps it around his cock, but he thinks-- he thinks he could come like this, if he lets it happen. the realisation makes a familiar swell of annoyance bloom, but more importantly it stokes something hot in his gut that makes him change tack, takes his hand of himself to instead wrap that arm around evan, hand splayed between his shoulder blades, practically clawing at him the way he holds on. ]
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