[For a couple moments he doesn't move away, even with the sword gone. He's too busy pressing Dave's fingers over so they find the right spot and jerking down into the touch. It was a bad distraction, he realizes now, because yes, oh hell yes, he does; he wants to feel Dave in him right now. His breathing is shaky and he moans again, but it becomes something close to a trill when Dave bites him. That growl shouldn't feel so fucking good.]



[He bites down on his lip again to hold back another sound and then sends his elbow back in an attempt to break away. Fuck. This will end too soon if he doesn't get the upper hand.]