[ It's not even just that Fabian seems to accept all of this, but-- really, he seems eager for it. When Gorgug pulls away from the kiss, there's a moment where Fabian dives back in for just a quick last moment, and when Fabian is asked to turn around, he does so, yes, but he's practically sticking his butt out at Gorgug. He does not have to curve his body like that, yet he does, positioning himself so the other has slightly better access.
For a moment it seems like he's going to attempt to do all that while just standing there. At first it's successful, but once Gorgug's finger actually enters him - right around the time a second one joins the first, really - Fabian has to give up that notion. His body falls forward a little, just enough for his hands to slam against the wall, searching for purchase on there as Gorgug continues to push in his fingers.
Little groans escape Fabian's mouth as he does, along with very short messages, ranging from 'cold' when Gorgug's fingers first go in to slightly more incoherent sounds that are probably meant to be words.
Who knows.
He's not begging (yet) though - as much as he crumbled against the wall just a little bit, Fabian is just taking this as it comes at the moment. At the speed Gorgug is setting. ]
[ Gorgug listens, but he knows not to expect much so soon. Fabian is stubborn, but Gorgug hasn't given him a lot to get him going just yet. That's alright; despite the certain threat posed before if Fabian didn't behave, Gorgug is careful as he massages a finger in, giving Fabian the time to relax his inner muscles, and for his body to accept him. One digit pushing in up to the first knuckle, teasing at the entrance, and then slowly pressing in to the next. For the headspace that he's in, watching his finger slip inside Fabian and move in and out is a test in patience, or just a taunting reminder to his own dick about where it could be.
But that's not happening anytime soon. He needs to do what he said he would to Fabian, even if kept out the part where he wanted to see just how overstimulated he could get him just by fingering his ass.
Another finger goes in. Both pressed together, slow and carefully; waiting on Fabian's muscles to once again relax to the wide presence before pushing in, the lube allowing them to delve in deeper. He's not focused on finding the supposed spot immediately, but Gorgug wonders how hard it will be to find, hoping it wasn't some made up bullshit that he doesn't even remember where he heard about it.
Not that grabbing Fabian at the hips and just fucking him is off the table. Gorgug lets his gaze wander up the clothed back he should've told Fabian to uncover, seeking to glimpse a face he knows he can't; turns his gaze back down to his exposed ass and legs, pushing his fingers in deeper, letting the pads of them rub against the soft, hot flesh inside.
Seeking for the bundle of nerves, the right spot--and the sign that he's found it, if he doesn't notice it by feeling first. ]
[ There is no way Gorgug has to notice by finding it himself, really. Fabian's sign are - as always - obvious. For all of the other's games and playing around right here, there's no denying that Fabian is not that good at holding in his honest reactions. Especially at a point like this, where he's entirely vulnerable.
So even though the other can't see his face in their current positions, he'll be able to tell what's on there just from the sounds Fabian is making. The breaths he sucks in as he tries to adjust to the strain of taking in more of Gorgug's fingers, maybe even little noises as frustration as Fabian's body realizes that it's not enough. It's not full on edging, there's not enough stimulation for that yet, but it still stirs his insides in a way that tells him he needs more.
And then-- a much louder gasp, practically a moan, when Gorgug angles his fingers just right inside of him, hitting the right spot. Fabian moves a little - just instinctive, just as much as his body can move in this position - as he lets out the sound, before wriggling a little as he tries to settle back in.
The part of him that was so adamant about not begging earlier really has left the building. Or rather-- it's just that he doesn't feel the need to be so adamant right now, not while Gorgug is so quiet, when it feels like their verbal game isn't going on as much anymore.
Not when Fabian just really needs more than this. ]
His focus has been on this, on stimulation, finding the right spot not just to get Fabian going, but to get him going, too. His brain is a low buzz, with his anger not being a main factor anymore, but there's still something intense there in him that pulls him, leads him on. He wants to put Fabian in the position of his fantasy--
He wants to hear the sounds that Fabian makes.
They lead him; into finding that bundle of nerves to stimulate Fabian's prostrate, to rub just in that right spot. Fabian's moans making his ears twitch, Gorgug taking in a sharp breath as he tries to control himself, the reaction it has on his own body. Some part of his brain works to figure out if he can get off, rub himself against some part of Fabian, but it's not possible. And that's okay--because what he wants is more, first: more of the noises that Fabian isn't holding back now, and that plead he makes?
That's not enough. But it does its job as Gorgug replies, adjusting his attention, to give Fabian more--maybe not in the same sense that he means, but Gorgug leans his upper body, pressing his chest to Fabian's back. Quietly, save for the sounds that his heavier breathing makes as he nuzzles his cheek against the side of Fabian's face, his tusk catching close to his ear, trapping some strands of hair as he moves his face down. ]
Is it good? [ He asks, his voice closer to what it usually is, curious and soft, ] Do you like it?
[ His fingers press in, slide, return with a pace that he would fuck Fabian if he were doing so with his own dick--not yet pushed towards climax, but there's nothing slow about it, hopeful that his hand won't cramp. He has experience with this, at least--fingering someone for pleasure. ]
Yeah. [ It's a quick, breathy agreement - drawn out of Fabian so easily. Because there's no time to be coy or to think when he's getting fucked this much by Gorgug's fingers.
Instead words just spill out. Whenever Fabian isn't busy breathing, anyway. When he isn't busy letting out little gasps, his one eye closed.
The only thought that does register with him in this moment - well, the only thought other than how good it feels - is that just that 'yeah' is probably not good enough for Gorgug right now. ]
It's good. I like it. I like you.
[ Because-- that's the thing, isn't it? This feels so good, but all Fabian can think about in the moment is that he doesn't just want Gorgug's fingers in him.
Fabian opens his eye, and he kind of wishes he was actually able to look at the other while asking this - but on the other hand, the fact he's staring at the wall does make it infinitely easier to just say-- ]
[ Gorgug might not be the kind of half-orc he set out to be, here. To put Fabian in his place, to make him beg. He's gotten that, sure, but he hears everything that Fabian says, and when Fabian tells him what he wants, again, it pushes him away from simply teasing him. Telling him he can't have his dick, that he wants to make him so sensitive, that he wants to see Fabian become a mess.
I like it. I like you.
It stirs Gorgug's excitement in another direction. Gorgug grits his teeth, a sharp hiss audible from behind Fabian, and he pulls out his fingers finally, fingers gripping into the little flesh there is around his boyfriend's hips. His gaze down on his ass, like Gorgug needs a moment to admire what he's about to fuck. And maybe he does. There's a hunger in his teeth that's growing, and it's becoming harder to resist.
Gorgug wants to taste him as much as he wants to fuck him, and so he aims for both. One hand goes up around Fabian's chest, forcing its way under the shirt he had been lamenting leaving on, while the hand still on his waist lets go long enough to take a hold of himself, guiding the head of his cock into Fabian's readied ass.
He slips in easily, completely. Pushing himself fully, only slowing against any resistance from Fabian, if he needs a moment to relax. But once Gorgug is in enough, he doesn't space between them--he tries to press his own hips in, pressing his cock as deep inside as it can go before reaching the base. His fingertips digging into his chest, his now free hand going back to Fabian's waist for support as their bodies come close.
And it's there that he speaks with a wet breath, his breathing already heavy against the line of Fabian's shoulder: ]
I'm going to fuck you. [ Spoken, like a warning, as a heads up--like Fabian hadn't been asking for it. But what Gorgug doesn't warn Fabian of is the teeth that digs lightly into the skin between shoulder and neck; digging in to have a grip, but not as sharp as it could be. As it has been.
It's a place to rest, as he starts to draw out slow, but then slams his hips right into Fabian--searching for a rhythm when he's so close to Fabian like this, but nothing about it coy with each slap of his hips close to Fabian's as he fucks back into him.
His teeth gripping tighter. Digging in deeper, too. ]
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For a moment it seems like he's going to attempt to do all that while just standing there. At first it's successful, but once Gorgug's finger actually enters him - right around the time a second one joins the first, really - Fabian has to give up that notion. His body falls forward a little, just enough for his hands to slam against the wall, searching for purchase on there as Gorgug continues to push in his fingers.
Little groans escape Fabian's mouth as he does, along with very short messages, ranging from 'cold' when Gorgug's fingers first go in to slightly more incoherent sounds that are probably meant to be words.
Who knows.
He's not begging (yet) though - as much as he crumbled against the wall just a little bit, Fabian is just taking this as it comes at the moment. At the speed Gorgug is setting. ]
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But that's not happening anytime soon. He needs to do what he said he would to Fabian, even if kept out the part where he wanted to see just how overstimulated he could get him just by fingering his ass.
Another finger goes in. Both pressed together, slow and carefully; waiting on Fabian's muscles to once again relax to the wide presence before pushing in, the lube allowing them to delve in deeper. He's not focused on finding the supposed spot immediately, but Gorgug wonders how hard it will be to find, hoping it wasn't some made up bullshit that he doesn't even remember where he heard about it.
Not that grabbing Fabian at the hips and just fucking him is off the table. Gorgug lets his gaze wander up the clothed back he should've told Fabian to uncover, seeking to glimpse a face he knows he can't; turns his gaze back down to his exposed ass and legs, pushing his fingers in deeper, letting the pads of them rub against the soft, hot flesh inside.
Seeking for the bundle of nerves, the right spot--and the sign that he's found it, if he doesn't notice it by feeling first. ]
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So even though the other can't see his face in their current positions, he'll be able to tell what's on there just from the sounds Fabian is making. The breaths he sucks in as he tries to adjust to the strain of taking in more of Gorgug's fingers, maybe even little noises as frustration as Fabian's body realizes that it's not enough. It's not full on edging, there's not enough stimulation for that yet, but it still stirs his insides in a way that tells him he needs more.
And then-- a much louder gasp, practically a moan, when Gorgug angles his fingers just right inside of him, hitting the right spot. Fabian moves a little - just instinctive, just as much as his body can move in this position - as he lets out the sound, before wriggling a little as he tries to settle back in.
The part of him that was so adamant about not begging earlier really has left the building. Or rather-- it's just that he doesn't feel the need to be so adamant right now, not while Gorgug is so quiet, when it feels like their verbal game isn't going on as much anymore.
Not when Fabian just really needs more than this. ]
More.. Come on, Gorgug.
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His focus has been on this, on stimulation, finding the right spot not just to get Fabian going, but to get him going, too. His brain is a low buzz, with his anger not being a main factor anymore, but there's still something intense there in him that pulls him, leads him on. He wants to put Fabian in the position of his fantasy--
He wants to hear the sounds that Fabian makes.
They lead him; into finding that bundle of nerves to stimulate Fabian's prostrate, to rub just in that right spot. Fabian's moans making his ears twitch, Gorgug taking in a sharp breath as he tries to control himself, the reaction it has on his own body. Some part of his brain works to figure out if he can get off, rub himself against some part of Fabian, but it's not possible. And that's okay--because what he wants is more, first: more of the noises that Fabian isn't holding back now, and that plead he makes?
That's not enough. But it does its job as Gorgug replies, adjusting his attention, to give Fabian more--maybe not in the same sense that he means, but Gorgug leans his upper body, pressing his chest to Fabian's back. Quietly, save for the sounds that his heavier breathing makes as he nuzzles his cheek against the side of Fabian's face, his tusk catching close to his ear, trapping some strands of hair as he moves his face down. ]
Is it good? [ He asks, his voice closer to what it usually is, curious and soft, ] Do you like it?
[ His fingers press in, slide, return with a pace that he would fuck Fabian if he were doing so with his own dick--not yet pushed towards climax, but there's nothing slow about it, hopeful that his hand won't cramp. He has experience with this, at least--fingering someone for pleasure. ]
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Instead words just spill out. Whenever Fabian isn't busy breathing, anyway. When he isn't busy letting out little gasps, his one eye closed.
The only thought that does register with him in this moment - well, the only thought other than how good it feels - is that just that 'yeah' is probably not good enough for Gorgug right now. ]
It's good. I like it. I like you.
[ Because-- that's the thing, isn't it? This feels so good, but all Fabian can think about in the moment is that he doesn't just want Gorgug's fingers in him.
Fabian opens his eye, and he kind of wishes he was actually able to look at the other while asking this - but on the other hand, the fact he's staring at the wall does make it infinitely easier to just say-- ]
I want-- I want your dick.
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I like it. I like you.
It stirs Gorgug's excitement in another direction. Gorgug grits his teeth, a sharp hiss audible from behind Fabian, and he pulls out his fingers finally, fingers gripping into the little flesh there is around his boyfriend's hips. His gaze down on his ass, like Gorgug needs a moment to admire what he's about to fuck. And maybe he does. There's a hunger in his teeth that's growing, and it's becoming harder to resist.
Gorgug wants to taste him as much as he wants to fuck him, and so he aims for both. One hand goes up around Fabian's chest, forcing its way under the shirt he had been lamenting leaving on, while the hand still on his waist lets go long enough to take a hold of himself, guiding the head of his cock into Fabian's readied ass.
He slips in easily, completely. Pushing himself fully, only slowing against any resistance from Fabian, if he needs a moment to relax. But once Gorgug is in enough, he doesn't space between them--he tries to press his own hips in, pressing his cock as deep inside as it can go before reaching the base. His fingertips digging into his chest, his now free hand going back to Fabian's waist for support as their bodies come close.
And it's there that he speaks with a wet breath, his breathing already heavy against the line of Fabian's shoulder: ]
I'm going to fuck you. [ Spoken, like a warning, as a heads up--like Fabian hadn't been asking for it. But what Gorgug doesn't warn Fabian of is the teeth that digs lightly into the skin between shoulder and neck; digging in to have a grip, but not as sharp as it could be. As it has been.
It's a place to rest, as he starts to draw out slow, but then slams his hips right into Fabian--searching for a rhythm when he's so close to Fabian like this, but nothing about it coy with each slap of his hips close to Fabian's as he fucks back into him.
His teeth gripping tighter. Digging in deeper, too. ]