Evan doesn't believe in broken. At least, not beyond the point of being unable to be fixed – and when it concerns those closes to him, there's nothing saying he can't figuratively exhaust himself with wanting to keep them whole.
For a long, long while, York has been at the top of that list. He will never see the other man as useless or weak, and even if it were more than a blip on his radar he would not think of abandoning him. He's not the type, not the kind of man to even come close to thinking of something like that, because abandonment means a lack of care. Apathy in a sense that he can never understand, and that he never will.
"You can be good when you want something, sure." He's grinning against the line of his throat as he slips upward, catching the swell of the other man's bottom lip between his teeth and tugging, almost playfully. His fingers flex where they hold that hand against the bed, and with a slight bit of reluctance, he lets go – perhaps for his own selfishness, but he can never go too long without wanting those hands on him – and both of his own come to rest against those rocking hips to still them. You'll not be getting an advantage over him just yet.
"A reminder that you can be good never hurts, either, does it? I tell you just how good you are for me with the hopes of retaining some of that good behavior when you're not writhing under me and begging for me to let you come."
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For a long, long while, York has been at the top of that list. He will never see the other man as useless or weak, and even if it were more than a blip on his radar he would not think of abandoning him. He's not the type, not the kind of man to even come close to thinking of something like that, because abandonment means a lack of care. Apathy in a sense that he can never understand, and that he never will.
"You can be good when you want something, sure." He's grinning against the line of his throat as he slips upward, catching the swell of the other man's bottom lip between his teeth and tugging, almost playfully. His fingers flex where they hold that hand against the bed, and with a slight bit of reluctance, he lets go – perhaps for his own selfishness, but he can never go too long without wanting those hands on him – and both of his own come to rest against those rocking hips to still them. You'll not be getting an advantage over him just yet.
"A reminder that you can be good never hurts, either, does it? I tell you just how good you are for me with the hopes of retaining some of that good behavior when you're not writhing under me and begging for me to let you come."