[ 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. ]
[ 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. ]
[ obviously this isn't something david's used to, entirely overwhelmed by even the bites on his neck, his collarbone, the way evan growls that vibrates against his skin. he shudders, gasps open-mouthed when his head's tipped back, at the pinpricks of pain across his scalp. ]
Oh-- oh fuck. [ sudden, even to himself, voice rough and still carrying that desperate edge as he feverishly informs evan how close he is, even if he can probably tell from the way david grabs at him, the way he clenches around him and arches his back. ]
[ it starts the same as last time, but it's different. longer, at least it feels like it anyway. has david a moaning, trembling wreck as he comes, thighs clamped tight at evan's sides like he's trying to win a grapple. deep, panting breaths as he starts to come down the other side of it. ]
[ 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: ]
[ david slips into quiet, hand resting lax at the back of evan's neck, breathing heavy and just sitting with the aftershocks of such an intense orgasm. it's been a long fucking time since he's been this wiped out after sex, probably near enough a decade before the fog at least, doesn't even have it in him right now to be annoyed at evan for it. ]
[ his free hand he puts down on the bench to lean on, settling back into himself, and when evan speaks it makes him burst into slightly wheezy laughter. ]
[ it was easy enough to tell. not that david had been particularly quiet or inexpressive last time, but there's a pretty big difference between the two. and there's more than a little edge of pride to this - to making one of the most difficult, pain-in-the-ass survivors he has to deal with moan like that - and come untouched.
not that he's about to bring it up. arguably, it's not something to really be proud of, but what the fuck else does he have here? everybody kills them.
evan slowly loosens his grip just enough to pull back - and out. same as last time, the sensation makes him grimace, but he doesn't back off completely just yet. not when he's still got hands on david, tracing the bruises he himself left. they won't last beyond the next trial, but that's not always a problem. ]
[ sensitive as he still is, evan pulling out gets a distinct noise of displeasure out of david. he shudders and swears under his breath, but settles again fairly quickly. ]
[ this is... nice? it's a bit of a fight for david not to just fall asleep like this honestly, the fingers on his skin registering as something soothing even when they pass over a bruise that's a little more sensitive, where his touch makes something sharp hit his senses. ]
[ for his part, david just stays put. brushes his fingers idly up the back of evan's neck while he catches his breath. ]
[ evan takes a little while to follow the bites and bruises before the chill starts to set in even for him. it's just a moment of post-fuck exhaustion where he's not completely furious with everything all the time, so when the world starts to creep back in he backs off, giving david space again.
he reaches down to tug the waders back up and clasp them in place, the one side with a noise of irritation. cleaning off is an option, and he might if he's not pulled to a trial soon enough, but for now he'll wait. david, on the other hand - well, he staggered off into the woods without much of an issue last time.
still, there's a bucket of old water and a stack of rags not too far away. it's meant for cleaning wounds that don't heal fast enough for his liking, mostly. the option's there. ]
[ he just doesn't think he's ever going to be comfortable enough to clean his ass around evan, okay. ]
[ cleaning up at all isn't on his mind just yet anyway. when evan moves away, david leans back on an elbow, drags a hand over his face, through his hair. almost laughs when he looks down at himself — shirt bunched up under his armpits, the weight of his jeans hanging off one leg, the mess on his stomach, or rather most of it unhelpfully pooled at his crotch. he looks a state. ]
Haven't got a towel or anythin', have you?
[ he hasn't noticed the bucket and therefore isn't expecting anything at all, but he'd love to feel at least 10% less gross and sticky before he leaves. ]
[ evan glances at david, but the only change in his expression is a raised eyebrow. usually people are a mess after him. he's a mess, slightly less for the most part.
still. instead of leaving david to his own devices, or maybe just kicking him out - funny as that might be - he heads over to the bucket and pulls out the rag. it's damp, and cold, but it'll do the job. he tosses it over and goes to find his mask, giving david the illusion of a few seconds of privacy while he's in the heart of a serial killer's domain.
some of the territories have running water. it's a luxury evan's not granted. almost unfair, when he thinks about it, but then again, he gets other kinds of leeway. he finds the mask, fits it back on, rolls his shoulders to get a little tension out of them and then picks up the bucket to move it closer to david, so he can drop the rag in it when he's done. ]
[ if david's good at anything, it's compartmentalising. does it mean he has tons of unresolved shit because he just boxed it up and put it away? maybe. but it also means he gets back to baseline pretty fast once a situation's done with. some people might call that "unhealthy" and "slightly concerning", david prefers to think of it as being adaptable. always ready for whatever bullshit gets tossed his way next. ]
[ he takes the rag, it's not far off what he's used to these days anyway (though he is in no way adverse to sneaking into a realm to shower,) and wipes up as best he can. just so he feels a little less gross at least, fuck knows if he'll get a chance to clean up properly before he's sucked into a trial, and then it won't matter anyway. ]
[ once that's sorted he tosses the rag in the bucket, fixes his shirt, and carefully slips off the table to pull up his pants. (ignoring the ache and the way his legs feel just a bit uncertain still.) or rather, he pulls off his boot with an annoyed huff and drops it next to him on the workbench when he can't just shove it through the leg of his pants, then he pulls them up. ]
[ for evan, getting back to baseline is easy enough - he's got a voice in the back of his head all the time, making demands he can't ignore, and there's the entity in there, too. he knows there's only so much time to ... wind down, he supposes might be the right way to phrase it, before he's expected to kill again. which is fine. he's used to it by now.
he half-watches david pull himself back together and smirks, just a little, under the mask. ]
[ he could swear he can hear the smirk and looks up at evan, unamused. gives him the same tired look one might at a friend making an entirely expected and obnoxious joke at their expense. he contemplates telling evan he's a pain in the ass, but the look probably conveys that well enough. plus he's not about to give him that one for free. ]
[ david grabs his boot and pulls it on, gets down on a knee to fix the laces, ignoring the fatigue starting to creep up on him. it can wait until he gets back. ]
... Do you sleep? Like, at all?
[ the question probably seems a little sudden, out of nowhere, but it's just a funny thought that occurs to him, thinking about how nice a nap sounds right about now. do any of the killers sleep? sure nobody really needs to as far as he knows, but it's a luxury the entity hasn't taken yet. and the mental image is kind of funny, killers cosied up in bed under a duvet. ]
[ no response - probably for the best, he figures - but before he can get back to whatever the next problem is to clean up, david asks him a question.
maybe not that strange, considering, but it's a little surprising coming from someone who's been here this long. sleep isn't really a requirement here, and all the survivors know that. but the urge to do so still lingers. exhaustion still exists. sometimes it gets too strong to resist, although sleep is still probably the wrong word. passing out is more the norm. ]
Not really.
[ it's the basic truth, and not much of an answer. for once, he elaborates. ]
No point. Got a lot to do, all the time. But when shit goes to hell, sometimes it helps out.
[ no explanation on what shit going to tell might entail, but it's from his perspective. generally, the entity's involved. ]
[ that makes sense. probably. he thinks evan's way too high strung about defending his territory, but it's not like he doesn't get it. even without the fucking ego, it's his right. all he's got and all he's ever gonna fucking get. doesn't mean david's going to stop thinking he should ease up a bit though, or stop stealing from him. ]
[ david stands once he's done his boot up, gives evan a curious look. ]
[ evan picks up his cleaver, and then david asks a followup question; he pauses and looks at him, back to being the monster that haunts the collapsing mine and abandoned macmillan estate. he considers whether that's a question he wants to answer.
it isn't, really, but survivors have imaginations. the simplest explanation is probably enough to stop this line of questioning in its tracks. ]
When you get everyone out and follow 'em before I find you.
[ david can follow that one to its logical conclusion. entity's gotta get its pound of flesh from somewhere, killers have gotta feed it somehow. it's the kind of thing that everyone knows once they've been here a while, (some killers are pretty forthcoming about it,) but it never occurred to david that it'd take its toll. ]
[ he's curious, it's obvious in the look he gives, it's not like he knows what it's like — he's fucking dead when it takes what it wants from him — but he doesn't think he wants to stoke evan's temper like that right now. ]
Can't picture it. [ he shakes his head, turns to pick up his jacket off the bench he threw it on. ] You sleeping. D'you get all cosied up? Fluffy blanket and a pair of PJs?
[ maybe he's fine with stoking evan's temper a little. ]
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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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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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Oh-- oh fuck. [ sudden, even to himself, voice rough and still carrying that desperate edge as he feverishly informs evan how close he is, even if he can probably tell from the way david grabs at him, the way he clenches around him and arches his back. ]
[ it starts the same as last time, but it's different. longer, at least it feels like it anyway. has david a moaning, trembling wreck as he comes, thighs clamped tight at evan's sides like he's trying to win a grapple. deep, panting breaths as he starts to come down the other side of it. ]
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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. ]
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[ his free hand he puts down on the bench to lean on, settling back into himself, and when evan speaks it makes him burst into slightly wheezy laughter. ]
You couldn't tell?
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[ it was easy enough to tell. not that david had been particularly quiet or inexpressive last time, but there's a pretty big difference between the two. and there's more than a little edge of pride to this - to making one of the most difficult, pain-in-the-ass survivors he has to deal with moan like that - and come untouched.
not that he's about to bring it up. arguably, it's not something to really be proud of, but what the fuck else does he have here? everybody kills them.
evan slowly loosens his grip just enough to pull back - and out. same as last time, the sensation makes him grimace, but he doesn't back off completely just yet. not when he's still got hands on david, tracing the bruises he himself left. they won't last beyond the next trial, but that's not always a problem. ]
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[ this is... nice? it's a bit of a fight for david not to just fall asleep like this honestly, the fingers on his skin registering as something soothing even when they pass over a bruise that's a little more sensitive, where his touch makes something sharp hit his senses. ]
[ for his part, david just stays put. brushes his fingers idly up the back of evan's neck while he catches his breath. ]
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he reaches down to tug the waders back up and clasp them in place, the one side with a noise of irritation. cleaning off is an option, and he might if he's not pulled to a trial soon enough, but for now he'll wait. david, on the other hand - well, he staggered off into the woods without much of an issue last time.
still, there's a bucket of old water and a stack of rags not too far away. it's meant for cleaning wounds that don't heal fast enough for his liking, mostly. the option's there. ]
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[ cleaning up at all isn't on his mind just yet anyway. when evan moves away, david leans back on an elbow, drags a hand over his face, through his hair. almost laughs when he looks down at himself — shirt bunched up under his armpits, the weight of his jeans hanging off one leg, the mess on his stomach, or rather most of it unhelpfully pooled at his crotch. he looks a state. ]
Haven't got a towel or anythin', have you?
[ he hasn't noticed the bucket and therefore isn't expecting anything at all, but he'd love to feel at least 10% less gross and sticky before he leaves. ]
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still. instead of leaving david to his own devices, or maybe just kicking him out - funny as that might be - he heads over to the bucket and pulls out the rag. it's damp, and cold, but it'll do the job. he tosses it over and goes to find his mask, giving david the illusion of a few seconds of privacy while he's in the heart of a serial killer's domain.
some of the territories have running water. it's a luxury evan's not granted. almost unfair, when he thinks about it, but then again, he gets other kinds of leeway. he finds the mask, fits it back on, rolls his shoulders to get a little tension out of them and then picks up the bucket to move it closer to david, so he can drop the rag in it when he's done. ]
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[ he takes the rag, it's not far off what he's used to these days anyway (though he is in no way adverse to sneaking into a realm to shower,) and wipes up as best he can. just so he feels a little less gross at least, fuck knows if he'll get a chance to clean up properly before he's sucked into a trial, and then it won't matter anyway. ]
[ once that's sorted he tosses the rag in the bucket, fixes his shirt, and carefully slips off the table to pull up his pants. (ignoring the ache and the way his legs feel just a bit uncertain still.) or rather, he pulls off his boot with an annoyed huff and drops it next to him on the workbench when he can't just shove it through the leg of his pants, then he pulls them up. ]
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he half-watches david pull himself back together and smirks, just a little, under the mask. ]
Woulda been easier my way.
[ logistics during aside. ]
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[ david grabs his boot and pulls it on, gets down on a knee to fix the laces, ignoring the fatigue starting to creep up on him. it can wait until he gets back. ]
... Do you sleep? Like, at all?
[ the question probably seems a little sudden, out of nowhere, but it's just a funny thought that occurs to him, thinking about how nice a nap sounds right about now. do any of the killers sleep? sure nobody really needs to as far as he knows, but it's a luxury the entity hasn't taken yet. and the mental image is kind of funny, killers cosied up in bed under a duvet. ]
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maybe not that strange, considering, but it's a little surprising coming from someone who's been here this long. sleep isn't really a requirement here, and all the survivors know that. but the urge to do so still lingers. exhaustion still exists. sometimes it gets too strong to resist, although sleep is still probably the wrong word. passing out is more the norm. ]
Not really.
[ it's the basic truth, and not much of an answer. for once, he elaborates. ]
No point. Got a lot to do, all the time. But when shit goes to hell, sometimes it helps out.
[ no explanation on what shit going to tell might entail, but it's from his perspective. generally, the entity's involved. ]
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[ david stands once he's done his boot up, gives evan a curious look. ]
When shit goes to hell?
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it isn't, really, but survivors have imaginations. the simplest explanation is probably enough to stop this line of questioning in its tracks. ]
When you get everyone out and follow 'em before I find you.
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[ he's curious, it's obvious in the look he gives, it's not like he knows what it's like — he's fucking dead when it takes what it wants from him — but he doesn't think he wants to stoke evan's temper like that right now. ]
Can't picture it. [ he shakes his head, turns to pick up his jacket off the bench he threw it on. ] You sleeping. D'you get all cosied up? Fluffy blanket and a pair of PJs?
[ maybe he's fine with stoking evan's temper a little. ]
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