[ This may be, for the first time, that Gorgug won't be confused upon a friend's dramatic display.
He arrived before Fabian or Riz to this event. It was his help that got Heather this venue, and he also somehow ended up assisting with the food, which....honestly, just involved asking the companion bots for help and then taking some brownies and shrimp along with him too, since he can handle that much (and also, shrimps belong at a party? it's just a thing now, okay).
Gorgug also dressed up for the event, as much as Gorgug dressed up for anything. He's chosen some level of familiarity comfort, a hooded jacket with jeans and a shirt--simple, but more than his usual attire of a less patterned hoodie and jeans. Come on, he knows how to dress a little up!
And since he's lending a hand (or two) to Heather, it also means that Gorgug is on the move than one might expect--he's not as still as Fabian would like, which leads to the time apart before that half-elf comes with the demanding, prodding weapon-- ]
Do you like it?
[ And Gorgug is smiling, hopeful, looking down at his friend with a drink in his hand. There's been a level of nerves in him all day, and going through the party itself hasn't gotten rid of them: because they were never about the party. They were for Fabian, and here he is now, the man of the hour. Of the night.
He's watching him, heart anticipating, an open mouth smile that shows entirely his tusks. ]
[ Do you like it, Gorgug says. As if he did something small for Fabian. Like he just made Fabian a cake, and not a whole ass building that seems to be angled almost perfectly towards him. Most people at the party might not realize, despite the really obvious neck tattoo Fabian always wears, but Fabian knows. The ship, the dance rooms he's spotted, the name, the plaque. He knows exactly what's going on here, and considering he also knows Gorgug was involved in planning this party with Heather, Fabian knows who did all of this even before Gorgug confirmed it like this.
It's-- It's infuriating, Gorgug saying it this way. Like it wouldn't have cost him a lot to get all of this ready. Like he probably didn't lure Fabian to this party, to see all this, to--
To cheer him up. All this to cheer him up.
Sure, Fabian is a guy who's used to luxury. He's always grown up in it. For all the faults other people might find with his parents, they have always given him every single object he could ever want. But even if Fabian is used to getting what he wants, this is different. Gorgug went this far out of his way just because he knew Fabian was sad. Even though he already made him a bracelet, even though he spoke encouragingly to Fabian before-- He had to do this on top of it all. Even though Gorgug doesn't have a single fault in Fabian's recent mood, something that's solely to blame on this place itself.
It feels overwhelming. Fabian can hear the music coming from the party upstairs, can hear people talking to each other, and it's all too much. He feels-- He feels grateful, and embarrassed, and unsure and awkward and so overwhelmed as he stares at Gorgug's dumb smile.
It's too much. His brain shuts down. Fabian's jabbing finger turns into two hands lashing out, grabbing a hold of Gorgug's jacket right at the part where the hood meets the rest of the fabric on both sides, shoving his friend backwards into the wall behind Gorgug.
(I love you, Gorgug had said. What if I told you I think about you at night—)
Moving forward to trap Gorgug between the wall and Fabian's own body, pressing up against him.
(His own confusing feelings, talking to Krouse, still feeling confused, unsure of how to interpret anything he was feeling—)
His fingers dig into the fabric, yanking Gorgug partially down to meet Fabian on a more even level.
(I'd fuck you if you said yes, but it hadn't been Gorgug, but he's no longer thinking, something rushing in his blood—)
Their lips brush up against each other. Fabian can feel the sharp points of the tusks, but he doesn't care, let them draw blood. He doesn't want to think about the misery of the past few months, doesn't want to think about the overwhelming emotions of this moment. He only wants.. ]
Fuck, don't say anything— just kiss me.
[ With zero thoughts, Fabian presses his lips fully against Gorgug's. ]
cw: sexual language be in this thread, avert ur eyes
[ Gorgug is, as always, susceptible to his friends. Fabian pushes against him, not without strength of his own, but Gorgug follows the directive without consideration for the surface he may or may not be there: his back hits solid concrete, and out comes the confusion that fits so easily on his face. Even his smile is confused, but it doesn't last long in that state; Fabian makes moves, changes him in every second that he decides where they are, how they are.
He sucks in a sharp breath without shutting his mouth, holds it in his throat as Fabian presses flush against him, and it's not that his mind goes there (low, examining, thoughtful of every limb and the body heat that maps out Fabian's figure for him, the parts of him he can't see), but it lingers somewhere in the back of it. A thought, a note, knowledge; the kind that any person would take in without assuming anything one way or another.
The same way that Gorgug doesn't manage to worry if Fabian's mad at him, or where his confusion doesn't get to shape itself more than a blur; one that follows him as Fabian tugs, and Gorgug once more complies. His head comes down, and lips meet, a spark that muddies his thoughts more than they already are, and he's torn between apology and the way the touch reminds him of Fabian's form against him, and how his lips wonder if that's all there is?
Don't say anything-- just kiss me.
Gorgug freezes. He's already frozen, in truth, but his lips have been given an answer, and yet: this isn't the first time they've kissed. His lips remember that too, and Gorgug would stay like this, surely, if this were up to him: so close to Fabian and so near to his task, but his brain taking over, the fear of what he could have done making the ends of his fingers tremble.
But there's no time for that, either. No time for immediate thoughts, when Fabian brings his mouth over Gorgug's, and the lips there are a permission: they're a guidance. It doesn't leave his mind blank, doesn't wipe entirely that worry that slithers out from over months of regret, of guilt and shame; despite Fabian's reassurances, despite his demand right now. Gorgug meets the kiss with lips willing to press against Fabian's own, even tipping out his tongue to lick against them, but he doesn't push further--he doesn't escalate. There's a hesitance from his mouth. His lips.
Even so, his hands don't. He wants to mask the worry trying to set itself over his heart, to hope that Fabian doesn't realise it, or to show Fabian that he's not against this; so he cups a hand around the back of Fabian's head or the nape of his neck, depending where his hair allows it to rest. His other sits palm flat against his back, then lowers down to wrap more around his waist, to hold Fabian against him. Pulling him in closer, his hand wrapping in comfort on skin, in hair.
He thinks he knows what Fabian wants, and he's trying desperately, desperately, to show that he's willing to give it to him. Susceptible to anything he wants--right here, and now. ]
[ There certainly are some mixed signals over here. If Fabian was bothering to think a little bit more in this instance, he might have worried that it meant Gorgug wasn't into this - that Fabian was making some sort of huge mistake by doing what he's doing here.
But that much of his brain isn't present right now. Especially not with Gorgug's hands on him, drawing him closer, a cold hand meeting the skin on his back below where Fabian's short top reaches. Gorgug does want this, Fabian thinks, he's just hesitating. Maybe he's thinking about the last time they were in a similar position, about the circumstances under which Fabian planted a kiss on his lips last - just as desperate, but for different reasons entirely. Gorgug did say he was fine, that he was going to do his best, but maybe he hasn't gotten over it entirely. Maybe there's no getting over things neither of you decide to talk about.
So even though Fabian was definitely putting effort for two into that kiss, he pulls his lips back a little, knowing he has to address the situation here if this is going to proceed. ]
I want this. [ The breath on his tongue is a little bit heavier than the usual, given the force he was kissing the other with only a moment ago, but Fabian speaks between breaths all the same. His gaze focused on Gorgug, not looking away from the other's eyes as their faces still remain dangerously close to each other.
He's not thinking about any of the party upstairs, even though he can hear it. Even though he knows that if someone were to look down the stairs at just the right angle, they might be able to spot the two of them down here like this.
He's only watching Gorgug. Only addressing him. Like Fabian is trying to make sure he's getting this across, no matter how confused he still is about his own feelings at times.
At least he's sure of this, after all. ]
Whatever you're thinking. [ God, what is Gorgug thinking right now? What has he been thinking about? Were any of those things he said true?
Fabian wants to know. There's a strange sense of excitement at the very idea, a tingle somewhere deep inside of him.
His fingers curl into the fabric of Gorgug's jacket even tighter. ]
I. Want. It. [ He speaks those words so slowly, like he's putting emphasis on every single one of them. ] So give it to me.
[ The moment that Fabian pulls back, Gorgug's eyes open, white pupils staring straight back at him in an instant. Expectation there, a furrow to his brow that shows his apprehension for past events that haven't been spoken about at length, but also for this one right here. Messing it up, messing it up; Fabian was kissing him and, he can't stop thinking about his body over Fabian's. The kiss he didn't mean to give back then, the thoughts that told him he could take it further. Fabian always telling him, it was alright, you didn't hurt me, I'm not mad.
This isn't who he wants to be right now, and Fabian--he becomes an anchor, the one he's attempting to be. Persistent, telling. His one eye right back on Gorgug, his own mouth parted to taste the residue of him on his lips and the rhythm of each breath. Gorgug might hear the party above their heads, but no part of him acknowledges it: there's only Fabian, and the fear.
The fear that Fabian hammers against, each time he speaks, demands. Twists it into something manageable and relevant for this moment, because there's not forcing Fabian--there's no way he wouldn't tear Gorgug apart for doing anything he didn't want. And where does that leave Gorgug? What hesitation, what fear that he carried inside him even as he held his arms around Fabian's waist and hinted as to what he would do some nights in the shower--who it was he thought about when he touched himself, who got him aroused at all after months of not even considering it?
Rejection: that's his fear. Of being someone disgusting, someone no good to be Fabian (or anyone's) friend.
And yet Fabian's here with him now, facing him, tugging on his clothing and challenging its presence for still being inside Gorgug after all this time. After every insistence that it shouldn't exist, that it should be long gone.
I. Want. It. So give it to me.
There's no room to fear rejection when he's being demanded--there's only answering it, admitting to it. And with that initial look of trepidation, Gorgug succumbs: he pulls Fabian's head back in, and brings his mouth back again over his to kiss him more passionately. Sliding his tongue inside to find Fabian's, to caress, while the hand that had wrapped around his back goes lower down to his ass. Grabs at it, not even at a cheek, but to press Fabian in from behind as he grinds his crotch against his. Something desperate, needy, not coy; the exact same kind of perverted person he had been when thinking about Fabian, daydreaming about his moans.
He isn't leaving room for moans right now, their lips crushed together. But he's answering Fabian, the rest of the party and their situation still far from his mind: he's telling Fabian who he is, and banking on not being met with rejection. Ready, if Fabian should even want to leave his mouth (maybe, perhaps, to say something about Gorgug grinding his dick against him out in the middle of a hallway), he won't be thinking too hard, either, dragging his lips as far down his throat as he can manage to get, his tongue tasting on it an unfortunate spray of cologne that Fabian actually thought to put on.
But it doesn't stop Gorgug. Not that, or his hand rubbing, squeezing at Fabian's ass, now far from shy.
(Even if Gorgug is still feeling a little shy, actually.) ]
[ Really, Fabian should have expected this. He asked for it, after all.
But despite his request - no, demand - the moment Gorgug suddenly goes for it still hits him like an overwhelming wave of so much at once. The other's mouth against his, tongue on his tongue, hand against ass, crotch against crotch. There's suddenly so much Gorgug, and Fabian feels like his head is spinning because of it.
It's a good kind of spinning though. After all, the entire reason he even realized he was feeling something like this for Gorgug at all was exactly because of the way the other had attempted to take charge. Both when Gorgug was lost in his rage, and then later on when he was lost in the influence of the Im'mari. There's something about Gorgug overwhelming him that feels indescribably hot, and the fact that there's something needy about the way Gorgug grinds against him only makes it better.
After all, what is going to turn Fabian Aramais Seacaster on more than the idea that someone is this much into him? Than the idea that someone needs him so desperately, all because it's him?
There's absolutely no resistance from Fabian at all to any of this. He's a little late to respond, but it's mostly because he needs to settle the dizzying, overwhelming feeling inside of him for a second. It is his first time actually going this far, his awkward attempts at Aelwyn turning way too uncomfortable far before they got even close to this.
It doesn't take too long though before his hands move up. Releasing their hold on Gorgug's jackets so they can trail up to his shoulders, holding on there instead so Fabian can also grind back on Gorgug - with slightly less force, but considering the sheer effort Gorgug is putting into it, Fabian doesn't need to do much at all to increase the friction even further.
Then Gorgug's lips trail down, onto his cheek, his jawline, his neck-- Getting so tantalizingly close to where Gorgug bit down on him before. The bite has mostly faded after these few months, but there's still a very thin line if you know where to look, especially when Fabian hasn't bothered to try and heal it.
His lips being freed from Gorgug's own means that the fruits of Gorgug's effort are also audible. Fabian's breathing is heavier, each breath practically coming out as a little pant at this point. There's no noises, but that might be on purpose. Gorgug's eyes may be all on Fabian's skin at this point, but Fabian's ears are still picking up on the party, just a touch too aware of how anyone could spot them here if they happened to look downwards just the right way.
And though there's something exciting about the idea, Fabian also knows he can't fully let his horny feelings lead the way here. That's just a recipe to later disaster and regret. Future Fabian will not thank him for that.
So-- ]
G-- Gods, Gorgug.
[ It feels difficult to speak up, especially when the odd tone in Fabian's voice betrays the kind of effect all of this is having on him. ]
The party.. [ He simply says, hoping the other will get the message.
Though the fact that Fabian is not bothering to push the other off him (partially because he doesn't want Gorgug to think this is rejection, partially because Fabian too just wants this to keep going) probably isn't helping.
M-Maybe there's some compromise though? Maybe there's a spot where people can't easily see them or something-- Look, Fabian's brain isn't working perfectly when about 80% of it is wasted on experiencing so many feelings right now, but he's hoping they can figure out how to make this work together if Gorgug gets the message.
Just don't mind the way Fabian already kind of looks like a mess (the good kind, that is) with his flushed cheeks and half-skewed clothes if you do pull away a little bit, Gorgug. ]
[ There's a restriction present. When Gorgug lowers his mouth down Fabian's neck, when he pushes his hips against Fabian's, there's a barrier in both. A barrier that he has to work against, that nags at him, infuriating him more below. It's his tusks, the tips themselves perhaps catching and nicking at Fabian for a second, but it's the front of them that cause more problem, at least for him.
And then there's a reason for him to hate his clothing choice, the thick jean material that separates himself and Fabian. Trying to reach for a friction that he isn't being rewarded by; but the response from Fabian himself, both audibly and physically--not just from any state of him beyond the thinner, looser pants that he wears--gives him that gratification he's seeking. And he's searching for it, on Fabian's skin and beyond his clothes; in his voice and in his reactions. Give it to me, he said, and Gorgug doesn't want to think of himself beyond that demand.
What does he want? He wants to be something and someone different from the guy he's been from the past few months, shameless and unthinking.
And so Gorgug doesn't want to listen. He does, because the point being made does register to him, even though when he removes his mouth from the expanse of skin just under Fabian's pointed ear (and, more annoyingly, stops himself from trying to get them to fuck each other despite the clothing between them), the look he gives Fabian is--something.
He's panting, his skin darker around his eyes from the heat rising all over his body; and the way he's quiet, staring at Fabian, is similar to whenever he does pause to think of an answer, calculations being made insde his head that show so easily on his features. But it's difficult to find the signs of embarrassment that might be typical in this scenario, that are some small factor of what's going on for Gorgug, and the emotion in Gorgug's eyes and that flushes his skin stops it from being unaffected, blank.
Frustration. Not anger, but the closest he's come to the emotion in a while when he's tempted to dismiss Fabian's concern for something reckless, something entirely unlike himself. He wants to give in to the buzz that Fabian's given him permission to experience and relish in. What if they're depraved instead? What if everyone heard Fabian right now? And is that what Gorgug wants? Really wants?
He focuses on Fabian's face for those few seconds, calculating against parameters he doesn't understand in himself. Then he looks down over Fabian when he steps back, just so that he can reach and grab for one of his hands, wherever it is he has to take it from. His heartbeat is pounding away inside him as loud as the party above, lyrics slurring in his ears. ]
Upstairs. There's rooms.
[ He doesn't want to explain further; this isn't a time for thinking or shame, for processing beyond what's going to happen here, and even Gorgug doesn't know its extent. His tugging Fabian isn't harsh, but there is a lead being taken in more than Gorgug bringing the other to go up the stairs with him, up to the party and the people collected within one of the music rooms. Doors left open, allowing people and sound to spill out; for the eyes that might catch them.
Gorgug knows. He's aware. But even while that subtle embarrassment more rings a higher pitch in his ears as he passes by the doors, Gorgug refuses to look--he refuses to think about it. They have to get to one of the karaoke booths: that's his only goal. Rooms meant for the privacy of a group of friends, with no much else than plush sofas around the walls and a table in its centre for drinks.
And that's the only place, and the only time that Gorgug will be able to pay attention to Fabian properly: to see him as he is now, and what he wants from him. Like every thought of him he's already had: under him, hard, and incapable of hiding it. Doing something to Fabian, giving it to him.
He'll figure it out once they get to one of those booths. ]
[ It's not like Fabian - not like the usual Fabian, anyway - but he allows Gorgug to take that hand all the same and then allows himself to be led around as if he were a small child. He doesn't protest it. He doesn't hesitate. There's no even the slightest attempt on his end to tug his hand out of the other's grip, instead just moving his feet, following Gorgug obediently even though it's not like he doesn't know where the other is headed with his very short explanation.
But it's easier this way. It's easier to let Gorgug lead him so Fabian doesn't have to think so much right now. Especially when they're passing so close by the party, close enough that Fabian can briefly turn his head to look into the room and see all the people there. Close enough to feel embarrassed by the fact that he's wandering right past the party with what feels like an incredible hard-on, and he knows that his pants probably aren't hiding a whole lot there.
It's fine, he tells himself. Surely no one saw, right? It didn't seem like anyone was looking their way. I-It's fine. It's cool.
(He's still thinking about it all the same, all the way up until the karaoke booths - the thought embarrassing, but a little bit exciting at the same time, honestly.)
It's only when they're actually inside that Fabian finally slips his hand out of the other's grip. He leaves Gorgug at the door to let him lock the karaoke booth as Fabian slowly wanders further into the room, still deep in thought. It's not only the thought of them wandering past the party that was haunting him along the way, after all, but also the look he saw on Gorgug's face before the other took him here. The darker hue on his skin, the way Gorgug was panting.
Gorgug wants him too. It wasn't just the rage driving him before, or the darkness inside of him. Even if he had been prodded by it into actually admitting to things he usually wouldn't have said, the admission hadn't been a lie. Gorgug really had been thinking about Fabian in this sort of way to himself. Did he really get off to the thought? Briefly Fabian imagines Gorgug in bed or in the shower, thinking about Fabian as he touches himself, and he can feel his heart knocking around in his chest so wildly that it almost feels like he's about to pass out.
He steps over towards the sofa.
Isn't that all he's ever wanted? To be seen as special. Enticing. Something that's wanted. Maybe not exactly people worshiping him, but-- longing after him, certainly.
He wants Gorgug to want him. He wants the other to show it.
Fabian's mouth feels dry as he sits down on the sofa, watching Gorgug's back as the other is still locking the door. There's a moment where he has to suck in a breath for how excited his body feels in anticipation, but then Fabian tries to regain some sort of control of himself. At least a little bit. At least enough so he can seem like what he wants to be right now - something enticing.
He spreads his legs as he's sitting there, making his hard-on incredibly obvious through his thin pants. Leaning back a little bit on the pants, and - quickly, before Gorgug can turn around - he skews his top further, the top part sliding off one shoulder just enough to make the faint outlines of the old bite mark in the crook of his neck and shoulder more obvious.
It's such an obvious attempt at being seductive. It might have been cringe in most situations, but Fabian's natural charm is seriously helping him here, putting just the right sort of grin on his face, even with the blush still covering his cheeks. ]
Come here, Gorgug. [ There's definitely an Energy at the edge of Fabian's words. Excited. Nervous, but in a good way. ] Tell me how you want me.
[ Maybe it's a risky move to say that to a bro who is notorious for not always being great at words, but-- Fabian has to try, at least. He wants to hear it so bad. As if he hasn't been thinking about the words Gorgug told him in the throes of his possession over and over, wanting more of it, wanting it to come from the mouth of a Gorgug who won't make him feel quite as guilty for remembering it so vividly. ]
[ The lights turn on when they enter inside, a soft dim coloured lighting that works well enough for their mood. It leaves Gorgug dealing with the lock, which had been an addition simply because all the other doors have them, too. Never did he think that this is what they could be used for, or that they would be on the first night--that he and Fabian would be the ones doing this.
He doesn't think about it now. All he thinks about is Fabian, turning around to find him already set up on the sofa to greet him, and--he sees it, of course. The work of their grinding, the fabric being tugged by his cock pushing upward, and he doesn't stop himself from staring at it. Truthfully, it's what Gorgug wanted to see; as much as he wanted to take in the rest of Fabian, but doing it downstairs, it hadn't been the right opportunity. It didn't offer him a show like Fabian just instantly knows what to give him now. Like he read his mind. Like he's so easy to predict.
It's hard to drag his eyes away from Fabian's body, but he does look at his face, eventually, when he speaks. The cocky confidence that meets him in that grin, the way a single eye could lock onto him, and Gorgug, lips still parted, feels his breath heavy from his mouth.
Come here. Tell me how you want me. It's hypnotic, a spell that Fabian has him under, and it's not his usual confusion that slows Gorgug, his need to think, but the delay his mind is working on. Eyes wandering again down to Fabian's collarbone, only noticing what looks like a mark against his skin. Is it? Or is it the lighting playing tricks on him, because his mind was already thinking about back then? What started this certain kind of depravity inside him.
Gorgug follows Fabian's command. He moves to sit with one leg under him on the sofa, the other foot still on the ground. Eyes on Fabian, a hand on the back of the sofa; his body language like he's obeying, but also ready to move again, soon. He hasn't touched his jacket yet. It's a thought on his mind, but first comes Fabian. ]
I want you under me. I wanna fuck you. [ It's an admission that burns at his throat, as well as his cheeks. A confession that shames him, but one that he needs to give. He wants Fabian to see him. He wants him to know who exactly he's in this room with. Nevermind his heart trying to escape his chest. Nevermind the way his body reacts in both pleasure and embarrassment. ] I don't want to be gentle. I've wanted to fuck you since--
[ --since that time. But he doesn't finish, his own heartbeat and breath catching in his throat. There's no other reason for interrupting himself except that he doesn't personally care about dates or times or whens, and he swallows, his adam's apple bobbing.
He shuffles slightly towards Fabian and where he's displayed, nothing graceful about the motion. It's the best he can do under the conditions they're in. ]
I'll be gentle now, [ he says--close enough to a promise, and a plea. Like this is Fabian's choice. He's in control. Gorgug swallows again quickly. ] Can I touch you? I'll show you--how much I want you.
[ To that offer, his voice does dip in volume a little, shyness finally finding itself in his voice. But it's not difficult to see, if Fabian were to look, the strain to Gorgug's own pants--as if the rest of him wasn't already speaking for Gorgug's want of the other.
He's not putting on a show like him, but he's willing to display himself. He's giving Fabian choices, too, in exactly what Gorgug should do. ]
[ It's strange, a voice tells Fabian somewhere in the back of his mind. This isn't the sort of thing he should be liking. When the forest of the Nightmare King reflected his greatest fears right back at him, this was one of them, wasn't it? Maybe not necessarily the way Gorgug is expressing it right now, but the way he was expressing it back then. Something being forced onto Fabian. Having no choice in it. No option other than to lie down and take it, no matter how scared you are.
And yet he doesn't feel any of it now. Quite the opposite. Instead of the fear he went in every single part of his body back then, he only feels excited at Gorgug's words. Fabian doesn't think it's really something that changed with time, given his aversion for (sexy) rats and his nemesis even now, but it's exactly because of the person saying it.
Because it's Gorgug. Because he wouldn't force him, because he actually cares about how Fabian feels about all of this too. Even the way he pivots right now, sharing his desires, saying he doesn't want to be gentle, and then suddenly saying he will be the moment he gets closer to Fabian. Something about that fills Fabian with a comforting warmth aside from the excitement that was already present. There's not even the awkwardness he felt around Aelwyn. There's only excitement. Only trust. Fabian had absolutely zero idea what it's like to do these sorts of things with someone you like and trust so thoroughly.
It's.. It's nice.
So he doesn't hesitate. He continues to grin, though something about it turns just a touch sweeter as he says: ] You can touch me.
[ He also shifts on the couch, leaning closer towards Gorgug. A hand reaching out, landing somewhere in the hair on the back of Gorgug's head, pulling the other closer so Fabian can press another kiss against his lips - almost to seal the deal, to show Gorgug that he's in for this. That Gorgug doesn't have to hesitate, doesn't have to worry.
He pulls away to add even more. ]
You can undress me, if you want. [ Of course it's something Fabian could easily do himself, but there's a thrill in leaving it up to Gorgug.
And considering the way the other looks, and the things he's saying - Fabian thinks that Gorgug might like being the one to do it. It doesn't even feel bad to be the one getting undressed even though Gorgug would still be wearing most of his own outfit. Even if Fabian never imagined himself being on this side of the equation in a sexual situation until very recently. Like he's learning something about himself he didn't know before.
He pulls his hand back, as if to give Gorgug the reigns right now. To allow him to do whatever he might want to in this moment. ]
[ You can touch me. You can undress me. Fabian adds if you want to the latter. And while it's explicit permission, that there's a choice, Gorgug focuses more on what else it says: I'm letting you. I want you to.
Every piece of permission granted is what Gorgug fixates on, and he doesn't mind what isn't addressed now. Gorgug's dreamed about Fabian under him, rocking his back into the dirt ground, and against the specific outfit worn on the day this fantasy came to life. Fabian's fingers scraping at him, pulling him in. Needy, passionate; wanting out of Gorgug what can barely be said with words due to Gorgug's own needs getting in the way. Because he never wants Fabian to be able to think in his dream, to speak--he wants to fuck him with the same intensity the Fabian inspired in him that day.
But he doesn't need it. Not right now, and even in his lust, he knows it isn't possible. But Fabian's heard him, and he'd accepted him, and Gorgug doesn't resist when Fabian pulls him in to kisses him, his mouth wanting under his touch. It's teasing, when his tongue is missing Fabian's on it, and he has to suck on it to keep it tamed. Focus, he tells his body. And he half-kneels, his body only moving by Fabian's touch, his attention wavering just once from his face--down to his pants, when Fabian tells him he can undress him. He has plans, but he's patient, and plain docile up to Fabian's last words.
Even after, really. He wants Fabian's touch as much as he wants to give Fabian his, but from his perspective, it's Fabian that comes first: his needs. What he deserves. And what Gorgug wants even more is to grant that.
But first: it's getting too stuffy.
Gorgug leans back, just enough so he can peel off the hoodie jacket that he's wearing to strip himself down to the short-sleeved band shirt that he wears. He throws it in the direction of the door, then looks back at Fabian sheepishly, but more so because of every other emotion running through him than a sudden shyness at taking off a jacket. His gaze still holds Fabian in a certain kind of wonder, and he leans back in to take in the deep kiss that his tongue has been longing for, a better reminder of Fabian's mouth than a contrct signed and sealed.
He's slow, savouring; the opposite of what he had been at the bottom of the stairs, but willing to match Fabian if he should want a hungrier exchange. But still, Gorgug won't stay; any arms that come around him might keep him around a little longer, but Fabian's permissions continue to ring in his ears, and he has a job to do. Touch. Undress. All yours.
Gorgug dips his mouth down, similar to how he did before. He skips Fabian's neck, mostly for the angle he has to work with, the sofa arrangement not set for fucking your best friend under the most comfortable positioning. Gorgug has to come at him from his side, holding onto the back of the seating to keep his balance as he leans, bringing his lips and tongue over the skin made bare by the one strap already pushed down; tasting at his skin, his free hand slowly touching from the farthest shoulder to the tricep. A gentle caress, an observant with his fingertips; because when Gorgug said he wanted to touch him, he didn't mean in the most obvious of means.
His tusks drag unintentionally against flesh each time that Gorgug opens his mouth to bare skin, when he decides his wants to suck on the space under Fabian's collarbone. A light pinch for the second when he opens up, but he's careful, resting his own bottom lip as a cushion, and he doesn't bite; he said he would be gentle, and he meant it, his wandering hand coming down to Fabian's exposed stomach.
Fingers wiggle under the shirt, and Gorgug pushes his hand through to grab fully at the pec that he finds. It's not as soft as he's used to, and Gorgug doesn't expect it to be. But it's still different, worth being inquistive; the tight muscle of someone who works out, and--does Fabian like this? Does he like his chest played with, will he feel good if--? ]
Can I suck on it? Is it okay? [ The side of his cheek is close to being pressed under Fabian's chin as he speaks, Gorgug not turning to look at Fabian; he might bump him, and he's far too interested about where he is. He knows he won't be able to stay up here for long, not the more that he progresses. But as he asks his question, he massages at the muscle again, sucking on his own tongue; daydreaming, pushing up on the shirt regardless of the answer--because he was told to undress Fabian. He still needs to do that, to get there, even if all for now, he'll be exposing him.
But between the act and where his thoughts are, Gorgug's cock twitches where it's restricted, responding to every part.
Every part of him as warm as when he was wearing the jacket. ]
Fabian is - occasionally - capable of coming across as pretty sexy when he has to. He tried it just now, and it clearly worked on Gorgug to some extent. Mission succeeded in that regard.
The problem is that it all falls apart the moment he's actually getting touched. Or maybe the problem is more that he's getting touched like this for the first time, and Fabian doesn't want it to seem like it's happening for the first time, but that's kind of difficult when his body involuntarily reacts to every little thing.
Not necessarily to Gorgug stripping. The other hasn't even fully stripped down, after all, and even then it's not like Fabian hasn't seen Gorgug's body a million times before. He's pretty sure the two of them have seen each other's body more often than any of the other Bad Kids, thanks to their shared hobby and the locker room showers nature of its aftermath. No, the reactions happen to Gorgug's touch. The kiss is one thing, though Fabian is already audibly getting breathier as it goes on. But Gorgug moving his hands underneath his shirt is another thing entirely. It doesn't even matter that it's what Fabian wanted and anticipated - the moment Gorgug latches onto his pec, it's such a new and exciting sensation to him that Fabian lets out an outright moan.
It may not be the loudest moan ever, sure, but it's very much audible to Gorgug. And to Fabian himself, whose face is growing a more flushed hue than ever due to the realization that he's already moaning at Gorgug only touching his chest. Gods, what if Gorgug thinks he's so dumb for this? What if Gorgug realizes he's a virgin? He'll die. He will absolutely die. ]
Y-- Yeah. [ He quickly blurts out, wanting Gorgug's mind to focus on absolutely anything other than the sound Fabian just made. Please continue to focus on how sexy he is, Gorgug, that's all that matters, right? ] It's-- Gods, you can do anything you want. I swear. Promise.
[ N-No, he isn't rambling out of both embarrassment and extreme horniness at the same time, okay? You are! Please don't mind the way Fabian moves one hand up to his own face, fingers half-splayed across the lower hand of his face, like he's contemplating whether to just cover up his own traitor mouth before it can make sounds that are even more embarrassing at the smallest of touches. ]
I want you to touch me everywhere. [ J-Just, bro, let him make sure he doesn't sound embarrassing first--
(He may not be thinking about how helping Gorgug get his shirt off would require him to actually move said arm and therefore said hand away from his own face. There is currently too much to think about with very limited brain capacity.) ]
[ The problem with Gorgug not focusing on the moan and instead focusing on how sexy Fabian is that: they're one and the same to the half-orc.
Because it's the sound of Fabian liking it, what he's doing it, and it's the sound of his voice, blissful in Gorgug's ears and for the lower parts of his body. He wants to put his mouth on Fabian already, trying to ignore an issue that part of his brain is telling him might be present, shoving it aside. Especially when Fabian is so desperate sounding above him, and fortunately for him, Gorgug can't see what Fabian does, even if he might have some inclination he moved.
But Fabian gave him permission, and so he gives a ] Lean back, [ which is more of a request than anything demanding, just to help give Gorgug better access to Fabian's chest from the position he is. Because now that he's bringing his mouth down over the pec, and, specifically, the nipple, the issues with his angle and his features are showing themselves more. An awkward angle? Gorgug can deal with.
Except, his tusks are a problem.
Because when his mouth meets Fabian's skin, he's aware of the ends of his tusks meeting skin first, pressing in, even while he's trying to adjust his bottom lip to cover them, and--it's hard. Because even when he can ease off some pressure from Fabian, they dig into the soft inner skin of Gorgug's lip instead he flicks out a tongue, sucks up enough to tease it up.
But Gorgug wants to know--he wants to know what Fabian likes. If he likes this, so he ignores the tiny stabbing pain if he moves his head in a way his tusks disagree to; more annoying (irritating) than dangerous, but still it makes the skin sore, that he has to lift his head away. Regardless of a positive reaction--despite a positive reaction.
He looks up at Fabian, his lips wet from saliva, the colour from his cheeks undeniable from the hormones dancing through his body right now. But he sees the state that Fabian's in, and his half-lidded gaze breaks into a more worried blink. ]
[ Fabian does lean back. It doesn't even matter that it comes nowhere close to being an order - in fact, it's way easier that it isn't one. Fabian's pride doesn't have to get in the way when it's like this, and he doesn't want his pride to get in the way right now. Not when he's extremely hard and just wanting Gorgug to make him feel even better.
Leaning back is pretty easy anyway with Fabian's natural flexibility. He even tries to thrust his chest out a little, make it even easier for Gorgug to reach - and reach Gorgug does. There is a faint scrape of the other's tusks against Fabian's skin before Gorgug tries really hard to suck them up against his own lips instead, but the half-elf doesn't mind it at all, unlike Gorgug's worry about it later. If anything, it just makes the entire thing even more hot, and Fabian continues letting out small noises and pants as he can feel Gorgug's mouth on him, his lips, his nipples feeling weirdly sensitive in a way they never have before, and then--
And then there's nothing. Nothing but Gorgug staring at him, and Fabian feeling his face heat up and blush even further under the other's gaze. For a guy who thrives on constant attention, he sure wishes he wasn't getting so much of it at the moment.
He shakes his head rapidly, almost mortified. ]
No-- Keep going. [ The way he speaks as he removes his own hand from his mouth is so rushed, like the words have to get out of his mouth as soon as possible. P-Please, Gorgug, he doesn't want this to get awkward now, okay. He just wants to keep feeling good, even if Fabian has to fight his own embarrassment about how wanton he's being.
But it's not like he's going to say that last part out loud. He's rather die than admit to being embarrassing.
The desperation is reflected in his eyes while he looks at the other. It's right there, if Gorgug still bothers to look. ]
[ It's-- a little awkward. How desperate Fabian sounds, and Gorgug wants to continue, but his lower mouth hurts in trying to be careful about his tusks, and how can he say anything when Fabian is so insistent? Gorgug realises he has to come up with some other fix, but he doesn't want to approach it in a way that disappoints Fabian. One that gets him whining--he's supposed to be doing anything he wants to Fabian, right? He's meant to be taking the lead, pleasuring him.
Gorgug nods silently, and decides to take his time in addressing one of the other things he was meant to be doing: undressing Fabian. He lays a hand on the farther side of Fabian's hip from himself, and he's sitting his own weight still half on the sofa, half off it, moving that hand under a buttock while, continuing to look in Fabian's one eye: ]
I have to move you on my lap if I'm going to keep going. My tusks get in the way if I'm--not careful. [ Details that he's sure Fabian doesn't care about, but his free hand touched down Fabian's chest, leading all the way to the hard-on protruding from his loose pants, pawing at it from the outside, trying to touch it without being able to properly grab it--teasing Fabian. ] But I can do more if we do. And we'll get your top off.
[ That shirt that, honestly? Gorgug doesn't give a shit about since it's no longer covering his chest. But it's part of his job, so. Once he can get Fabian to manoeuvre his legs onto the sofa enough for Gorgug to tug him into his lap, he'll get the other to put up his arms while he lifts off the slinky material, finally discarding it--
And the quicker that Fabian complies, the sooner Gorgug can return to what Fabian's so eager for him to, and with a better means of doing so with the other directly facing him. ]
[ Is this torture? Because it feels like torture, actually. Just when he was enjoying - even with his own embarrassment about the sounds he's making - the feeling of Gorgug's mouth against his chest, he's instead left with this. None of that chest action. Even Gorgug palming against his hard-on, like he's teasing him. It doesn't matter that Gorgug is explaining why he isn't immediately moving on to continue to pleasure Fabian - the words might as well be nothing, might as well be nonsense for how frustrated Fabian feels in not getting what he wants in this moment.
Sorry, Gorgug. It means there's definitely a whine coming from Fabian as he's lying there without any of the contact he wants, and instead just one that leaves him further turned on, further getting teased without relief. The whining is happening.
Even though Fabian complies - apparently having registered the words the other was telling him, despite wanting to have none of it. He's flexible enough that he doesn't even really need much of the help Gorgug is providing him by tugging him here. Shifting his legs isn't too hard, only made more difficult by the fact he feels so turned on and someone has to do something about that. Quickly. This is too much.
Thankfully that seems to happen by the time Fabian is actually in Gorgug's lap. His shirt is finally discarded, leaving his half of the best friends forever necklace he shares with Riz swaying across his chest for a moment - apparently he had been wearing that under his top even now - and Fabian's skin fully on display. The half-elf even stretches a little as he's sitting on that lap. Like he's eager to show off, kind of a peacock. If he's going to feel this desperate for Gorgug's touch right now, then Gorgug better want him as much as Fabian wants him in this moment. ]
I don't care what gets in the way.
[ It almost sounds dismissive of Gorgug's problem, but it's the opposite - it's Fabian saying it isn't a problem for him. Gorgug can pierce his skin with his tusks for all Fabian cares - it might just make this hotter, and even if it doesn't, he'll take anything just to get what he wants right now.
If Gorgug finally - or what feels like finally to a very worked up Fabian - returns his attendance to Fabian's chest, a moan will even slip out again, Fabian's arms moving to latch onto Gorgug in turn, hand falling onto the other's shoulders and clinging there. ]
I just want you. [ .. and Gorgug wants him too, if what Fabian can feel while he's sitting on the other's lap is any indication. Gorgug's pants may not have as much leeway as Fabian's do, but he can still definitely feel something hard pressing up against him.
And Fabian is absolutely shameless. Shameless enough that he starts grinding down on that bulge in Gorgug's pants. ]
[ Gorgug is trying to navigate this sexual endeavour with courtesy. A courtesy put forth to Fabian more so than Gorgug himself, but it isn't like he doesn't enjoy the idea and the result of Fabian's pleasure being put on display. He hooks an arm around Fabian's back so that he has that support once he's resting on Gorgug's lap, but it's also a helpful way of Gorgug moving the other if he needs to--and he will, surely, once his mouth wants to get lower. So he imagines, at the time.
But for now, he isn't here to be a tease. Not deliberately. Fabian says he doesn't care, but Gorgug can understand the sentiment as he reads it to be: he just wants to feel good. Gorgug still cares himself about what gets in the way, since it also means what Gorgug can't do, and-- he doesn't really stand to stab at Fabian carelessly. But for now, this angle does offer better access to do what he was trying to do before. His mouth reaches Fabian's chest, his hand not around Fabian's back touching over abs well-defined, always on full display in the tight-fitting shirts that Fabian wears, but never truly admired.
And Gorgug likes to learn. It's not straight-forward, it's not always easy--hell, it's really messy and sometimes it can be intense, and he and Zelda had to go through a lot to navigate her excitement in a way that felt comfortable for the both of them (though, really, Gorgug never complained--it was who Zelda was, and nothing about that bothered him beyond hoping she was having a good time). And he wants to learn now: how Fabian likes to be touched, where he wants to be touched. Over muscles that he works hard to keep, and how he likes his nipples to be played with. It's a different experience, but Gorgug isn't comparing his previous endeavours in the bedroom when he manages to suck his lips around Fabian's nipple, flicking at it with his tongue; and his other hand even coming up to play with the other, a thumb caressing against its erect state.
The only kind of toying with Fabian that Gorgug will give, and the sort he's rewarded for when he hears Fabian's moans above his head. His fingers against Fabian's back pressing snug on his flesh, and his hips do buck slightly for a friction they won't get, don't even try to. Truthfully, it's more of a twitch; an idea that his brain has, but that he doesn't have the capacity to fulfil right now with every part of Gorgug busy.
Fabian isn't busy. And he seems to get the idea to give Gorgug what his brain was seeking for, pleading, and everything in Gorgug slams to a halt. A lovely, hot halt where his dick is both pleased to be remembered, and also infuriated for the layers that Fabian is grinding against, with. There's a sharp intake of breath as Gorgug stops doing anything with his mouth, forehead pressed to Fabian's collarbone-- and he lets himself indulge in the sensations, even though the irritation at every obstacle in the way of him feeling real pleasure is at the forefront of his mind. I just want you, Fabian says, burning it into Gorgug's ears.
I want to fuck you, growls at the bottom of Gorgug's throat, but that he refuses to let come out.
He tries to grind back, little to no avail. He doesn't have the same angle Fabian does, the other in complete control, though Fabian will feel Gorgug's attempt at lifting his hips upward, uselessly. So he returns his mouth to Fabian instead, not asking for what he wants--not giving voice to the growing urge inside his stomach, the reminder of what he felt sinking his tusks into Fabian's skin to make him docile. His tusks still press into the muscle of Fabian's pec, but he doesn't use them to pinch, to hurt; he keeps using his tongue on the rigid tit under his mouth, and his forefinger and thumb are generous as they pinch and play with the other, more exposed nipple.
If he gives Fabian what he wants, then maybe he'll get what he wants, too. More grinding, yes, but he wants to hear Fabian as well--to hear him be so needy, tell him that Gorgug's giving him what he wants. To know he's on the right track, and to build up that arousal already growing impatient inside his jeans. ]
[ All of this is absolutely enough to make Fabian forget where they are. Does it even matter? He can't even see it anymore, having closed his eye to just let himself get swallowed up by the feeling instead. The place they're at is no longer important, all he's thinking about is Gorgug - Gorgug's hands on his body, Gorgug's mouth around his nipple, Gorgug's fingers playing with him. Everything else is deemed unimportant, moved somewhere to the very back of Fabian's mind where all the things that don't really matter reside. ]
Gorgug..
[ He isn't sure how much time has passed when the other's name escapes his mouth, more breath than voice. It likely hasn't been all that long, but it feels like an eternity to Fabian, feeling his dick grind up against the rough denim of Gorgug's pants, against the hard bulge pressing up against it.
It's all so much, and yet it's not enough. It's almost frustrating - how good this feels, and yet not enough for him.
His fingers dig a little bit more into the other's shoulders. ]
Gorgug, it's-- nn...
[ That's him getting interrupted by Gorgug flicking his nipple just the right way, like it's temporarily turning Fabian's brain off in the middle of him attempting to speak up. ]
I need more. [ He half-whispers, half-moans, bending his head so he's practically breathing the words into Gorgug's hair.
And still grinding. Despite his request, Fabian isn't stopping trying to seek out what he wants. ]
I, ah-- [ More than just wanting, this time. ] I need you..
[ It's truly, truly not fair. That's what every part of Gorgug tells himself, and he has to be in agreement: this is torture. Because he feels Fabian, every time that he twitches against his body, the sound of his breath, and if he sighs and lets Gorgug's name escape his lips, it's as much of a tease to his senses as it is every time Fabian grinds against him.
He can't fuck him, and he wants to, and the knowledge is killing him.
Especially when Fabian tells him those magic words.
I need you. Right above his head, so close to his ears. His face already burns, and he pulls away his lips just to breathe in and be able to think about more than where he wants to stick his dick right now.
(But he wants to fuck Fabian so, so bad.)
He plants a kiss near the centre of Fabian's chest, a quick peck before he lifts his chin, white pupils looking up at Fabian. ]
I'll suck you off. Is that okay? I wanna put it in my mouth...
[ He's doing this somewhat on purpose. And yes, he hates himself for doing so, when he's already plenty aroused (and when he has the opportunity, he needs to undo his jeans), but he wants to hear more of Fabian under any circumstances. Waiting on Fabian's permission, Gorgug lays his tongue hot against the other's chest; close to where he planted the otherwise chaste kiss before. He drags it up towards the middle of Fabian's collarbone before lifting his head to face Fabian better this time--lips slightly parted, only close so he can suck on them, licking them wet.
Intentional, every part of it. The same as when Fabian rolled his hips against him, teasing him so delightfully well. Gorgug doesn't know if this is too much for a first time, but he wants Fabian to see him like this, anyway, to deride or encourage him--to know him for who he is.
[ If Fabian's mind was any clearer in this moment, he would have been thinking a little bit more of what Gorgug would surely need too in this moment - though the fact they are in a karaoke booth and there's no place here to get truly comfortable enough to go all the way with this is a little restrictive. But he isn't clear minded at all. His mind is filled with the other, and when Gorgug says he wants to do this to him and then looks at him like that, all Fabian can do is go along with it. Agree. Gorgug could ask him anything right now, and he'd say yes without thinking about it. ]
You look so hot right now.
[ Evidence that Fabian isn't exactly clear minded in this moment: right this. Right here. He's just babbling on, thoughts escaping his mouth without any sort of filter between the two. He sounds a little dazed, like those thoughts appeared in his mouth and instantly were said out loud by him.
(It's true though, isn't it? Gorgug's white pupils staring up at him, his wet lips, his flushed face.)
And rather than telling the other it's okay, Fabian says: ] Come-- C'mon.
[ It's an agreement, as seen in the fact that he forces himself off Gorgug's lap - harder to do than to think about, considering he really does not want to get off there - and then hooks his thumbs into the band of his pants, dropping both them and his underwear to the floor, leaving him standing entirely bare in front of the other. Gorgug obviously already knew about how hard Fabian was, considering his loose pants and the grinding, but now he is naked it's revealed that he is, in fact, already fully hard, even dripping a little bit already, like just doing this with Gorgug turned him on that much.
At least he still has some sense of movement and navigation, since he manages to sit back down onto the couch, spreading his legs so Gorgug has full access to his dick. It's just that Gorgug will sure have to figure out the right position, since Fabian looks like he's in no state to fully think about that and coordinate it right now. He's just making himself available for what Gorgug has said he wants-- and Fabian very much wants as well. ]
[ Fabian calls him hot, and Gorgug stares at him. Which he was already doing, so it isn't a big change, but there's an interest, a delight in his curiosity. Because Fabian is saying he looks hot, and it's something new for him. To imagine--or not to even imagine--Fabian seeing him that way. Is he just drunk on the need to get off? On hormones? Could anyone be hot to Fabian in this moment so long as they were offering to put his dick in their mouth?
Gorgug doesn't care. If Fabian's drunk, then so is Gorgug, and he wants more of Fabian, of what he has to offer. Gorgug listens when he's told to move, looking down with his mind half on his jeans and the button he has to pop undone to get anywhere with his zip, but then quickly looking back. Watching as Fabian's pants drop, and the entire state of undress displayed before him--and it makes Gorgug register how fully clothed he is in comparison. And that isn't fair, is it?
So his shirt comes off over his head, chucked aside and landing on the table in the centre of the booth. The table that is deciding a lot about how they move, or Gorgug specifically. He waits until Fabian sits back down, both with admiration and anticipation; because of the dick on full display, and sure, he's never sucked off a guy before, but it won't be his first time going down on someone. And there's something to be said about listening to a guy want you and seeing the result of your time together hard and dripping, and-- Gorgug thinks he's pretty okay with dicks, actually.
He's been sure of that for a while, but this is on its way to cementing it.
Fabian comes back down, and Gorgug slips down off the seating with a lean to get as close to between Fabian's legs as he can. The air reaching more of his skin, and his own dick finally comes free as he tugs down on the zip and reaches in until the elastic of his boxers snap snug around his balls. It distracts Gorgug from dealing with Fabian immediately--his own dick aching to be touched, the few strokes that he gives himself as he sits kneeling before Fabian and his own erect state--but he tries to be quick, his eyes not straying from what's in front of him, his free hand touching Fabian's bare thigh.
He asked Fabian if he could suck him, but this would be the first time he would be doing it--for anyone. The how of the moment is buzzing in his mind, but it's not as strong as the want in there too, and so Gorgug leans forward, moving the hand from Fabian's thigh to around the base of his dick, not even bothering to jerk him off. He holds him to help line his mouth, the head of Fabian's cock coming flush against his tongue, tasting the salty residue of cum as it slides down further inside. He has some sense of what to do, if only from being on the other side--Fabian's side--in the past, and though the logistics of it still need to be worked out...
...those parts, Gorgug's more than willing to work out in the action. Because with his own dick in his hand and with Fabian in his mouth, just having the other against his tongue is--what he wants. Fabian's cock is hot in him, and he'll happily stop giving himself the occasional tug or squeeze just to let him slip up and down against his tongue; before he wraps his lips around him firmer, already wet and finding it easy to glide along Fabian's length.
He'll sacrifice caring about his own dick for this. For having Fabian hot and thick inside him, and the opportunity it brings to make him cum. ]
[ There's a few seconds where Fabian can imagine the thought of a mouth around him, but then it's already happening - and better than the imagination of it. After all, unlike Gorgug, Fabian has never participated in anything like this before. It's the first time for him, and it's--
God, it's so much. But in a good way. It doesn't help that he was already so turned on in the first place, making him even more sensitive to the way Gorgug's lips slide around his member, letting out pants and little whines in between each breath.
Initially he raises his arm to cover his eye, as if taking away his own sight might help him with the overwhelming sensation. But even without his full ability to think right now, he does realize he has to be a little bit better than this.
A thought that makes him lower his arm so he can instead bury his hand into Gorgug's hair. Not too tightly, since he's too worried about hurting Gorgug if the other is moving while Fabian is holding his hair too tightly, but his hand is still in there, followed by the other one, holding onto Gorgug's head as he sucks him off. ]
It's so good.. [ Fabian babbles, almost sounding feverish at this point. He can feel himself getting closer, though not quite there yet. It's not just wanting to reach his climax that has him rambling about all these encouraging things.
It's also that he wants Gorgug to know. ]
You're so-- So good. So good. I-- [ He moans, not bothering to hide it this time. Too far lost in his own pleasure to still show shame over the sound at this point. ] Keep going..
[ Fabian's sounds above him are so gratifying. Not just the words, even though they stir inside Gorgug a more degenerate side to him that wriggles itself more free, but that also might have something to do with the state that Gorgug's in already. He feels the fingers in his hair, keeping hold without a pressure that he's decided that he wants, but that's hard to ask for with his mouth full. And when Fabian's asking him to keep going, how can he stop?
Not immediately, anyway. And he knows he'll have to make it up to Fabian if he does. Letting go of his own dick, in a poor sorry state of its own, so he feels less unbalanced when he finally does slide Fabian out of his mouth. Even if he just rests it on a leg while the hand already holding onto Fabian's cock starts pumping along it, using the saliva from his work so far to make it slick, easier to slide up and down, up and down.
And Gorgug takes this time to look up, lips still close to the member he's jerking off right now. ]
Pull on my hair. [ He hasn't made many requests, not ones for his own gratification, but he's doing it now, voice needy, a plea that's as much spoken as it is reflected in his gaze up at Fabian. ] Please. You can do whatever you want to me... say whatever you want...
[ He might be babbling himself, too, searching for words to please Fabian, to make him respond well. To make him happy. Even being on the floor under him was a choice, but one as much for Fabian as it was for himself. Because he might've been the one digging his tusks into Fabian's skin, but it was Fabian's taunt of make me that really set Gorgug off that day. That defiance from under him, wishing to hear more, make Fabian say more.
All of the control is in Fabian's hands in this moment, where there isn't even the question of Gorgug taking away his attention on Fabian's dick present, with him already slowing his hand to lick along the veins thick on the underside.
And soon, returning his dick back inside his mouth. ]
[ There's some faint surprise in Fabian's eyes when Gorgug stops - though muted, like he's too far gone to really freak out about this in any sort of way. It also means that his gaze is solidly on Gorgug while the other speaks, Fabian's eye not leaving the other's face for a moment while Gorgug is speaking, while he's looking at him.
He's still making soft breathy sounds as Gorgug continues to move his hand, but Fabian tries really hard to think about the words despite much of his brain already having left him in the middle of this.
He wants to listen. He wants to-- If that's what Gorgug wants, he wants to do it, wants to make sure he feels good too, but-- god, Fabian knows that he can usually be pretty confident and sexy about these things, but it feels much harder to think about what to say when it feels like Gorgug is not only blowing his dick, but also his mind.
Still, Fabian can't just dismiss the one request he's getting here. When Gorgug takes him back into his mouth, the fingers that had released their grip on Gorgug's hair to let him pull his head back now return in there, this time properly nesting into the hair. Holding on tightly, tugging on the strands as Gorgug has to move his head to suck Fabian off.
Fabian's hips even jerk a little from the pleasure, occasionally shoving his dick further into Gorgug's mouth than the latter may have intended.
But what does Gorgug want him to say? Something degenerate, maybe, judging by every sign from Gorgug so far, but it's so hard to think about right now. Fabian feels like his mind is blank, and like it's getting blanker the closer and closer he gets to reaching his end.
He would like to file a note to himself to think about sexy talk sometime when he isn't busy feeling like his soul is leaving his body. J-Just so he can be prepared, next time.
If there is a next time. ]
Gorgug.. [ He finally manages, all breath. He desperately tries to suck in a breath, tries to give himself a little bit more strength, at least enough to say: ] How deep can you take me?
[ While still thrusting. Please let that 18 strength the half-orc has do something for the structure of Gorgug's throat. It's not like the thrusting is happening at full strength, but it may still be a little Much for a first time blow job giver. ]
[ It would be enough for Gorgug if Fabian simply fulfilled his first request. The one that wasn't the mutterings of his hormones, nonsense pleas, all to express himself in a way beyond being shameless. Gorgug feels the strands of his hair tighten above his head, and it stings, as well as comforts, in a strange contradiction that Gorgug doesn't care to examine.
But when Fabian's dick pushes up into his mouth, Gorgug knows it isn't a mistake on his side. He feels it when Fabian's hips jump under his hand resting on his thigh, and it's a combination that excites him, nevermind the tickling worry of if he'll be able to handle it. That concern is small next to the giddiness of Fabian taking control of him, using him, in a way that Gorgug finds he wants. He even stills himself, stopping from being the one to decide how far or deep Fabian's cock will go into him, and keeps his head down so that Fabian can keep bucking his hips up. Loosens his grip around the base of Fabian's dick, without letting go completely--
and despite himself, with him the one whose mouth is being fucked and his own dick going untouched, he moans when Fabian says what he does. 'How deep can you take me?' A tease, a taunt to his ears too, and it's as much a whine as it is a moan, short and sweet. How far can he take him? He doesn't know, this sensation of his mouth being full new and strange, even if he's been taking well to it.
He lowers. Taking back control, accepting if Fabian's hand resists him, only fighting a little against the tension to know if Fabian wants him to fight it, or if he should stop and heed the fact that Fabian won't let him lower his head. But if he is allowed, Gorgug attempts to find out just how much of him he can take in, slowly, before he can sense something start to reach back of his throat and that awful gagging sensation arrives, and he has to pull out then-- gasping, saliva dripping from his lips and on his chin, just to be sure that nothing's going to happen, this isn't going to turn into a terrible night.
And for how far he's already gone tonight, something about that act makes his cheeks burn more than anything else he's done so far--or is it an accumulation of the night? But he feels it, a shyness, panting above Fabian's dick and knowing what to say, or returning to doing what he was doing before.
He will, of course. If by his own volition, or even by Fabian nudging him that way, his head in his hand--and Gorgug will listen. But this is new territory, every part of this--and his ears may be listening out to what Fabian has to say. ]
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He arrived before Fabian or Riz to this event. It was his help that got Heather this venue, and he also somehow ended up assisting with the food, which....honestly, just involved asking the companion bots for help and then taking some brownies and shrimp along with him too, since he can handle that much (and also, shrimps belong at a party? it's just a thing now, okay).
Gorgug also dressed up for the event, as much as Gorgug dressed up for anything. He's chosen some level of familiarity comfort, a hooded jacket with jeans and a shirt--simple, but more than his usual attire of a less patterned hoodie and jeans. Come on, he knows how to dress a little up!
And since he's lending a hand (or two) to Heather, it also means that Gorgug is on the move than one might expect--he's not as still as Fabian would like, which leads to the time apart before that half-elf comes with the demanding, prodding weapon-- ]
Do you like it?
[ And Gorgug is smiling, hopeful, looking down at his friend with a drink in his hand. There's been a level of nerves in him all day, and going through the party itself hasn't gotten rid of them: because they were never about the party. They were for Fabian, and here he is now, the man of the hour. Of the night.
He's watching him, heart anticipating, an open mouth smile that shows entirely his tusks. ]
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It's-- It's infuriating, Gorgug saying it this way. Like it wouldn't have cost him a lot to get all of this ready. Like he probably didn't lure Fabian to this party, to see all this, to--
To cheer him up. All this to cheer him up.
Sure, Fabian is a guy who's used to luxury. He's always grown up in it. For all the faults other people might find with his parents, they have always given him every single object he could ever want. But even if Fabian is used to getting what he wants, this is different. Gorgug went this far out of his way just because he knew Fabian was sad. Even though he already made him a bracelet, even though he spoke encouragingly to Fabian before-- He had to do this on top of it all. Even though Gorgug doesn't have a single fault in Fabian's recent mood, something that's solely to blame on this place itself.
It feels overwhelming. Fabian can hear the music coming from the party upstairs, can hear people talking to each other, and it's all too much. He feels-- He feels grateful, and embarrassed, and unsure and awkward and so overwhelmed as he stares at Gorgug's dumb smile.
It's too much. His brain shuts down. Fabian's jabbing finger turns into two hands lashing out, grabbing a hold of Gorgug's jacket right at the part where the hood meets the rest of the fabric on both sides, shoving his friend backwards into the wall behind Gorgug.
(I love you, Gorgug had said. What if I told you I think about you at night—)
Moving forward to trap Gorgug between the wall and Fabian's own body, pressing up against him.
(His own confusing feelings, talking to Krouse, still feeling confused, unsure of how to interpret anything he was feeling—)
His fingers dig into the fabric, yanking Gorgug partially down to meet Fabian on a more even level.
(I'd fuck you if you said yes, but it hadn't been Gorgug, but he's no longer thinking, something rushing in his blood—)
Their lips brush up against each other. Fabian can feel the sharp points of the tusks, but he doesn't care, let them draw blood. He doesn't want to think about the misery of the past few months, doesn't want to think about the overwhelming emotions of this moment. He only wants.. ]
Fuck, don't say anything— just kiss me.
[ With zero thoughts, Fabian presses his lips fully against Gorgug's. ]
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He sucks in a sharp breath without shutting his mouth, holds it in his throat as Fabian presses flush against him, and it's not that his mind goes there (low, examining, thoughtful of every limb and the body heat that maps out Fabian's figure for him, the parts of him he can't see), but it lingers somewhere in the back of it. A thought, a note, knowledge; the kind that any person would take in without assuming anything one way or another.
The same way that Gorgug doesn't manage to worry if Fabian's mad at him, or where his confusion doesn't get to shape itself more than a blur; one that follows him as Fabian tugs, and Gorgug once more complies. His head comes down, and lips meet, a spark that muddies his thoughts more than they already are, and he's torn between apology and the way the touch reminds him of Fabian's form against him, and how his lips wonder if that's all there is?
Don't say anything-- just kiss me.
Gorgug freezes. He's already frozen, in truth, but his lips have been given an answer, and yet: this isn't the first time they've kissed. His lips remember that too, and Gorgug would stay like this, surely, if this were up to him: so close to Fabian and so near to his task, but his brain taking over, the fear of what he could have done making the ends of his fingers tremble.
But there's no time for that, either. No time for immediate thoughts, when Fabian brings his mouth over Gorgug's, and the lips there are a permission: they're a guidance. It doesn't leave his mind blank, doesn't wipe entirely that worry that slithers out from over months of regret, of guilt and shame; despite Fabian's reassurances, despite his demand right now. Gorgug meets the kiss with lips willing to press against Fabian's own, even tipping out his tongue to lick against them, but he doesn't push further--he doesn't escalate. There's a hesitance from his mouth. His lips.
Even so, his hands don't. He wants to mask the worry trying to set itself over his heart, to hope that Fabian doesn't realise it, or to show Fabian that he's not against this; so he cups a hand around the back of Fabian's head or the nape of his neck, depending where his hair allows it to rest. His other sits palm flat against his back, then lowers down to wrap more around his waist, to hold Fabian against him. Pulling him in closer, his hand wrapping in comfort on skin, in hair.
He thinks he knows what Fabian wants, and he's trying desperately, desperately, to show that he's willing to give it to him. Susceptible to anything he wants--right here, and now. ]
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But that much of his brain isn't present right now. Especially not with Gorgug's hands on him, drawing him closer, a cold hand meeting the skin on his back below where Fabian's short top reaches. Gorgug does want this, Fabian thinks, he's just hesitating. Maybe he's thinking about the last time they were in a similar position, about the circumstances under which Fabian planted a kiss on his lips last - just as desperate, but for different reasons entirely. Gorgug did say he was fine, that he was going to do his best, but maybe he hasn't gotten over it entirely. Maybe there's no getting over things neither of you decide to talk about.
So even though Fabian was definitely putting effort for two into that kiss, he pulls his lips back a little, knowing he has to address the situation here if this is going to proceed. ]
I want this. [ The breath on his tongue is a little bit heavier than the usual, given the force he was kissing the other with only a moment ago, but Fabian speaks between breaths all the same. His gaze focused on Gorgug, not looking away from the other's eyes as their faces still remain dangerously close to each other.
He's not thinking about any of the party upstairs, even though he can hear it. Even though he knows that if someone were to look down the stairs at just the right angle, they might be able to spot the two of them down here like this.
He's only watching Gorgug. Only addressing him. Like Fabian is trying to make sure he's getting this across, no matter how confused he still is about his own feelings at times.
At least he's sure of this, after all. ]
Whatever you're thinking. [ God, what is Gorgug thinking right now? What has he been thinking about? Were any of those things he said true?
Fabian wants to know. There's a strange sense of excitement at the very idea, a tingle somewhere deep inside of him.
His fingers curl into the fabric of Gorgug's jacket even tighter. ]
I. Want. It. [ He speaks those words so slowly, like he's putting emphasis on every single one of them. ] So give it to me.
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This isn't who he wants to be right now, and Fabian--he becomes an anchor, the one he's attempting to be. Persistent, telling. His one eye right back on Gorgug, his own mouth parted to taste the residue of him on his lips and the rhythm of each breath. Gorgug might hear the party above their heads, but no part of him acknowledges it: there's only Fabian, and the fear.
The fear that Fabian hammers against, each time he speaks, demands. Twists it into something manageable and relevant for this moment, because there's not forcing Fabian--there's no way he wouldn't tear Gorgug apart for doing anything he didn't want. And where does that leave Gorgug? What hesitation, what fear that he carried inside him even as he held his arms around Fabian's waist and hinted as to what he would do some nights in the shower--who it was he thought about when he touched himself, who got him aroused at all after months of not even considering it?
Rejection: that's his fear. Of being someone disgusting, someone no good to be Fabian (or anyone's) friend.
And yet Fabian's here with him now, facing him, tugging on his clothing and challenging its presence for still being inside Gorgug after all this time. After every insistence that it shouldn't exist, that it should be long gone.
I. Want. It. So give it to me.
There's no room to fear rejection when he's being demanded--there's only answering it, admitting to it. And with that initial look of trepidation, Gorgug succumbs: he pulls Fabian's head back in, and brings his mouth back again over his to kiss him more passionately. Sliding his tongue inside to find Fabian's, to caress, while the hand that had wrapped around his back goes lower down to his ass. Grabs at it, not even at a cheek, but to press Fabian in from behind as he grinds his crotch against his. Something desperate, needy, not coy; the exact same kind of perverted person he had been when thinking about Fabian, daydreaming about his moans.
He isn't leaving room for moans right now, their lips crushed together. But he's answering Fabian, the rest of the party and their situation still far from his mind: he's telling Fabian who he is, and banking on not being met with rejection. Ready, if Fabian should even want to leave his mouth (maybe, perhaps, to say something about Gorgug grinding his dick against him out in the middle of a hallway), he won't be thinking too hard, either, dragging his lips as far down his throat as he can manage to get, his tongue tasting on it an unfortunate spray of cologne that Fabian actually thought to put on.
But it doesn't stop Gorgug. Not that, or his hand rubbing, squeezing at Fabian's ass, now far from shy.
(Even if Gorgug is still feeling a little shy, actually.) ]
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But despite his request - no, demand - the moment Gorgug suddenly goes for it still hits him like an overwhelming wave of so much at once. The other's mouth against his, tongue on his tongue, hand against ass, crotch against crotch. There's suddenly so much Gorgug, and Fabian feels like his head is spinning because of it.
It's a good kind of spinning though. After all, the entire reason he even realized he was feeling something like this for Gorgug at all was exactly because of the way the other had attempted to take charge. Both when Gorgug was lost in his rage, and then later on when he was lost in the influence of the Im'mari. There's something about Gorgug overwhelming him that feels indescribably hot, and the fact that there's something needy about the way Gorgug grinds against him only makes it better.
After all, what is going to turn Fabian Aramais Seacaster on more than the idea that someone is this much into him? Than the idea that someone needs him so desperately, all because it's him?
There's absolutely no resistance from Fabian at all to any of this. He's a little late to respond, but it's mostly because he needs to settle the dizzying, overwhelming feeling inside of him for a second. It is his first time actually going this far, his awkward attempts at Aelwyn turning way too uncomfortable far before they got even close to this.
It doesn't take too long though before his hands move up. Releasing their hold on Gorgug's jackets so they can trail up to his shoulders, holding on there instead so Fabian can also grind back on Gorgug - with slightly less force, but considering the sheer effort Gorgug is putting into it, Fabian doesn't need to do much at all to increase the friction even further.
Then Gorgug's lips trail down, onto his cheek, his jawline, his neck-- Getting so tantalizingly close to where Gorgug bit down on him before. The bite has mostly faded after these few months, but there's still a very thin line if you know where to look, especially when Fabian hasn't bothered to try and heal it.
His lips being freed from Gorgug's own means that the fruits of Gorgug's effort are also audible. Fabian's breathing is heavier, each breath practically coming out as a little pant at this point. There's no noises, but that might be on purpose. Gorgug's eyes may be all on Fabian's skin at this point, but Fabian's ears are still picking up on the party, just a touch too aware of how anyone could spot them here if they happened to look downwards just the right way.
And though there's something exciting about the idea, Fabian also knows he can't fully let his horny feelings lead the way here. That's just a recipe to later disaster and regret. Future Fabian will not thank him for that.
So-- ]
G-- Gods, Gorgug.
[ It feels difficult to speak up, especially when the odd tone in Fabian's voice betrays the kind of effect all of this is having on him. ]
The party.. [ He simply says, hoping the other will get the message.
Though the fact that Fabian is not bothering to push the other off him (partially because he doesn't want Gorgug to think this is rejection, partially because Fabian too just wants this to keep going) probably isn't helping.
M-Maybe there's some compromise though? Maybe there's a spot where people can't easily see them or something-- Look, Fabian's brain isn't working perfectly when about 80% of it is wasted on experiencing so many feelings right now, but he's hoping they can figure out how to make this work together if Gorgug gets the message.
Just don't mind the way Fabian already kind of looks like a mess (the good kind, that is) with his flushed cheeks and half-skewed clothes if you do pull away a little bit, Gorgug. ]
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And then there's a reason for him to hate his clothing choice, the thick jean material that separates himself and Fabian. Trying to reach for a friction that he isn't being rewarded by; but the response from Fabian himself, both audibly and physically--not just from any state of him beyond the thinner, looser pants that he wears--gives him that gratification he's seeking. And he's searching for it, on Fabian's skin and beyond his clothes; in his voice and in his reactions. Give it to me, he said, and Gorgug doesn't want to think of himself beyond that demand.
What does he want? He wants to be something and someone different from the guy he's been from the past few months, shameless and unthinking.
And so Gorgug doesn't want to listen. He does, because the point being made does register to him, even though when he removes his mouth from the expanse of skin just under Fabian's pointed ear (and, more annoyingly, stops himself from trying to get them to fuck each other despite the clothing between them), the look he gives Fabian is--something.
He's panting, his skin darker around his eyes from the heat rising all over his body; and the way he's quiet, staring at Fabian, is similar to whenever he does pause to think of an answer, calculations being made insde his head that show so easily on his features. But it's difficult to find the signs of embarrassment that might be typical in this scenario, that are some small factor of what's going on for Gorgug, and the emotion in Gorgug's eyes and that flushes his skin stops it from being unaffected, blank.
Frustration. Not anger, but the closest he's come to the emotion in a while when he's tempted to dismiss Fabian's concern for something reckless, something entirely unlike himself. He wants to give in to the buzz that Fabian's given him permission to experience and relish in. What if they're depraved instead? What if everyone heard Fabian right now? And is that what Gorgug wants? Really wants?
He focuses on Fabian's face for those few seconds, calculating against parameters he doesn't understand in himself. Then he looks down over Fabian when he steps back, just so that he can reach and grab for one of his hands, wherever it is he has to take it from. His heartbeat is pounding away inside him as loud as the party above, lyrics slurring in his ears. ]
Upstairs. There's rooms.
[ He doesn't want to explain further; this isn't a time for thinking or shame, for processing beyond what's going to happen here, and even Gorgug doesn't know its extent. His tugging Fabian isn't harsh, but there is a lead being taken in more than Gorgug bringing the other to go up the stairs with him, up to the party and the people collected within one of the music rooms. Doors left open, allowing people and sound to spill out; for the eyes that might catch them.
Gorgug knows. He's aware. But even while that subtle embarrassment more rings a higher pitch in his ears as he passes by the doors, Gorgug refuses to look--he refuses to think about it. They have to get to one of the karaoke booths: that's his only goal. Rooms meant for the privacy of a group of friends, with no much else than plush sofas around the walls and a table in its centre for drinks.
And that's the only place, and the only time that Gorgug will be able to pay attention to Fabian properly: to see him as he is now, and what he wants from him. Like every thought of him he's already had: under him, hard, and incapable of hiding it. Doing something to Fabian, giving it to him.
He'll figure it out once they get to one of those booths. ]
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But it's easier this way. It's easier to let Gorgug lead him so Fabian doesn't have to think so much right now. Especially when they're passing so close by the party, close enough that Fabian can briefly turn his head to look into the room and see all the people there. Close enough to feel embarrassed by the fact that he's wandering right past the party with what feels like an incredible hard-on, and he knows that his pants probably aren't hiding a whole lot there.
It's fine, he tells himself. Surely no one saw, right? It didn't seem like anyone was looking their way. I-It's fine. It's cool.
(He's still thinking about it all the same, all the way up until the karaoke booths - the thought embarrassing, but a little bit exciting at the same time, honestly.)
It's only when they're actually inside that Fabian finally slips his hand out of the other's grip. He leaves Gorgug at the door to let him lock the karaoke booth as Fabian slowly wanders further into the room, still deep in thought. It's not only the thought of them wandering past the party that was haunting him along the way, after all, but also the look he saw on Gorgug's face before the other took him here. The darker hue on his skin, the way Gorgug was panting.
Gorgug wants him too. It wasn't just the rage driving him before, or the darkness inside of him. Even if he had been prodded by it into actually admitting to things he usually wouldn't have said, the admission hadn't been a lie. Gorgug really had been thinking about Fabian in this sort of way to himself. Did he really get off to the thought? Briefly Fabian imagines Gorgug in bed or in the shower, thinking about Fabian as he touches himself, and he can feel his heart knocking around in his chest so wildly that it almost feels like he's about to pass out.
He steps over towards the sofa.
Isn't that all he's ever wanted? To be seen as special. Enticing. Something that's wanted. Maybe not exactly people worshiping him, but-- longing after him, certainly.
He wants Gorgug to want him. He wants the other to show it.
Fabian's mouth feels dry as he sits down on the sofa, watching Gorgug's back as the other is still locking the door. There's a moment where he has to suck in a breath for how excited his body feels in anticipation, but then Fabian tries to regain some sort of control of himself. At least a little bit. At least enough so he can seem like what he wants to be right now - something enticing.
He spreads his legs as he's sitting there, making his hard-on incredibly obvious through his thin pants. Leaning back a little bit on the pants, and - quickly, before Gorgug can turn around - he skews his top further, the top part sliding off one shoulder just enough to make the faint outlines of the old bite mark in the crook of his neck and shoulder more obvious.
It's such an obvious attempt at being seductive. It might have been cringe in most situations, but Fabian's natural charm is seriously helping him here, putting just the right sort of grin on his face, even with the blush still covering his cheeks. ]
Come here, Gorgug. [ There's definitely an Energy at the edge of Fabian's words. Excited. Nervous, but in a good way. ] Tell me how you want me.
[ Maybe it's a risky move to say that to a bro who is notorious for not always being great at words, but-- Fabian has to try, at least. He wants to hear it so bad. As if he hasn't been thinking about the words Gorgug told him in the throes of his possession over and over, wanting more of it, wanting it to come from the mouth of a Gorgug who won't make him feel quite as guilty for remembering it so vividly. ]
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He doesn't think about it now. All he thinks about is Fabian, turning around to find him already set up on the sofa to greet him, and--he sees it, of course. The work of their grinding, the fabric being tugged by his cock pushing upward, and he doesn't stop himself from staring at it. Truthfully, it's what Gorgug wanted to see; as much as he wanted to take in the rest of Fabian, but doing it downstairs, it hadn't been the right opportunity. It didn't offer him a show like Fabian just instantly knows what to give him now. Like he read his mind. Like he's so easy to predict.
It's hard to drag his eyes away from Fabian's body, but he does look at his face, eventually, when he speaks. The cocky confidence that meets him in that grin, the way a single eye could lock onto him, and Gorgug, lips still parted, feels his breath heavy from his mouth.
Come here. Tell me how you want me. It's hypnotic, a spell that Fabian has him under, and it's not his usual confusion that slows Gorgug, his need to think, but the delay his mind is working on. Eyes wandering again down to Fabian's collarbone, only noticing what looks like a mark against his skin. Is it? Or is it the lighting playing tricks on him, because his mind was already thinking about back then? What started this certain kind of depravity inside him.
Gorgug follows Fabian's command. He moves to sit with one leg under him on the sofa, the other foot still on the ground. Eyes on Fabian, a hand on the back of the sofa; his body language like he's obeying, but also ready to move again, soon. He hasn't touched his jacket yet. It's a thought on his mind, but first comes Fabian. ]
I want you under me. I wanna fuck you. [ It's an admission that burns at his throat, as well as his cheeks. A confession that shames him, but one that he needs to give. He wants Fabian to see him. He wants him to know who exactly he's in this room with. Nevermind his heart trying to escape his chest. Nevermind the way his body reacts in both pleasure and embarrassment. ] I don't want to be gentle. I've wanted to fuck you since--
[ --since that time. But he doesn't finish, his own heartbeat and breath catching in his throat. There's no other reason for interrupting himself except that he doesn't personally care about dates or times or whens, and he swallows, his adam's apple bobbing.
He shuffles slightly towards Fabian and where he's displayed, nothing graceful about the motion. It's the best he can do under the conditions they're in. ]
I'll be gentle now, [ he says--close enough to a promise, and a plea. Like this is Fabian's choice. He's in control. Gorgug swallows again quickly. ] Can I touch you? I'll show you--how much I want you.
[ To that offer, his voice does dip in volume a little, shyness finally finding itself in his voice. But it's not difficult to see, if Fabian were to look, the strain to Gorgug's own pants--as if the rest of him wasn't already speaking for Gorgug's want of the other.
He's not putting on a show like him, but he's willing to display himself. He's giving Fabian choices, too, in exactly what Gorgug should do. ]
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And yet he doesn't feel any of it now. Quite the opposite. Instead of the fear he went in every single part of his body back then, he only feels excited at Gorgug's words. Fabian doesn't think it's really something that changed with time, given his aversion for (sexy) rats and his nemesis even now, but it's exactly because of the person saying it.
Because it's Gorgug. Because he wouldn't force him, because he actually cares about how Fabian feels about all of this too. Even the way he pivots right now, sharing his desires, saying he doesn't want to be gentle, and then suddenly saying he will be the moment he gets closer to Fabian. Something about that fills Fabian with a comforting warmth aside from the excitement that was already present. There's not even the awkwardness he felt around Aelwyn. There's only excitement. Only trust. Fabian had absolutely zero idea what it's like to do these sorts of things with someone you like and trust so thoroughly.
It's.. It's nice.
So he doesn't hesitate. He continues to grin, though something about it turns just a touch sweeter as he says: ] You can touch me.
[ He also shifts on the couch, leaning closer towards Gorgug. A hand reaching out, landing somewhere in the hair on the back of Gorgug's head, pulling the other closer so Fabian can press another kiss against his lips - almost to seal the deal, to show Gorgug that he's in for this. That Gorgug doesn't have to hesitate, doesn't have to worry.
He pulls away to add even more. ]
You can undress me, if you want. [ Of course it's something Fabian could easily do himself, but there's a thrill in leaving it up to Gorgug.
And considering the way the other looks, and the things he's saying - Fabian thinks that Gorgug might like being the one to do it. It doesn't even feel bad to be the one getting undressed even though Gorgug would still be wearing most of his own outfit. Even if Fabian never imagined himself being on this side of the equation in a sexual situation until very recently. Like he's learning something about himself he didn't know before.
He pulls his hand back, as if to give Gorgug the reigns right now. To allow him to do whatever he might want to in this moment. ]
I am all yours right now.
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Every piece of permission granted is what Gorgug fixates on, and he doesn't mind what isn't addressed now. Gorgug's dreamed about Fabian under him, rocking his back into the dirt ground, and against the specific outfit worn on the day this fantasy came to life. Fabian's fingers scraping at him, pulling him in. Needy, passionate; wanting out of Gorgug what can barely be said with words due to Gorgug's own needs getting in the way. Because he never wants Fabian to be able to think in his dream, to speak--he wants to fuck him with the same intensity the Fabian inspired in him that day.
But he doesn't need it. Not right now, and even in his lust, he knows it isn't possible. But Fabian's heard him, and he'd accepted him, and Gorgug doesn't resist when Fabian pulls him in to kisses him, his mouth wanting under his touch. It's teasing, when his tongue is missing Fabian's on it, and he has to suck on it to keep it tamed. Focus, he tells his body. And he half-kneels, his body only moving by Fabian's touch, his attention wavering just once from his face--down to his pants, when Fabian tells him he can undress him. He has plans, but he's patient, and plain docile up to Fabian's last words.
Even after, really. He wants Fabian's touch as much as he wants to give Fabian his, but from his perspective, it's Fabian that comes first: his needs. What he deserves. And what Gorgug wants even more is to grant that.
But first: it's getting too stuffy.
Gorgug leans back, just enough so he can peel off the hoodie jacket that he's wearing to strip himself down to the short-sleeved band shirt that he wears. He throws it in the direction of the door, then looks back at Fabian sheepishly, but more so because of every other emotion running through him than a sudden shyness at taking off a jacket. His gaze still holds Fabian in a certain kind of wonder, and he leans back in to take in the deep kiss that his tongue has been longing for, a better reminder of Fabian's mouth than a contrct signed and sealed.
He's slow, savouring; the opposite of what he had been at the bottom of the stairs, but willing to match Fabian if he should want a hungrier exchange. But still, Gorgug won't stay; any arms that come around him might keep him around a little longer, but Fabian's permissions continue to ring in his ears, and he has a job to do. Touch. Undress. All yours.
Gorgug dips his mouth down, similar to how he did before. He skips Fabian's neck, mostly for the angle he has to work with, the sofa arrangement not set for fucking your best friend under the most comfortable positioning. Gorgug has to come at him from his side, holding onto the back of the seating to keep his balance as he leans, bringing his lips and tongue over the skin made bare by the one strap already pushed down; tasting at his skin, his free hand slowly touching from the farthest shoulder to the tricep. A gentle caress, an observant with his fingertips; because when Gorgug said he wanted to touch him, he didn't mean in the most obvious of means.
His tusks drag unintentionally against flesh each time that Gorgug opens his mouth to bare skin, when he decides his wants to suck on the space under Fabian's collarbone. A light pinch for the second when he opens up, but he's careful, resting his own bottom lip as a cushion, and he doesn't bite; he said he would be gentle, and he meant it, his wandering hand coming down to Fabian's exposed stomach.
Fingers wiggle under the shirt, and Gorgug pushes his hand through to grab fully at the pec that he finds. It's not as soft as he's used to, and Gorgug doesn't expect it to be. But it's still different, worth being inquistive; the tight muscle of someone who works out, and--does Fabian like this? Does he like his chest played with, will he feel good if--? ]
Can I suck on it? Is it okay? [ The side of his cheek is close to being pressed under Fabian's chin as he speaks, Gorgug not turning to look at Fabian; he might bump him, and he's far too interested about where he is. He knows he won't be able to stay up here for long, not the more that he progresses. But as he asks his question, he massages at the muscle again, sucking on his own tongue; daydreaming, pushing up on the shirt regardless of the answer--because he was told to undress Fabian. He still needs to do that, to get there, even if all for now, he'll be exposing him.
But between the act and where his thoughts are, Gorgug's cock twitches where it's restricted, responding to every part.
Every part of him as warm as when he was wearing the jacket. ]
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Fabian is - occasionally - capable of coming across as pretty sexy when he has to. He tried it just now, and it clearly worked on Gorgug to some extent. Mission succeeded in that regard.
The problem is that it all falls apart the moment he's actually getting touched. Or maybe the problem is more that he's getting touched like this for the first time, and Fabian doesn't want it to seem like it's happening for the first time, but that's kind of difficult when his body involuntarily reacts to every little thing.
Not necessarily to Gorgug stripping. The other hasn't even fully stripped down, after all, and even then it's not like Fabian hasn't seen Gorgug's body a million times before. He's pretty sure the two of them have seen each other's body more often than any of the other Bad Kids, thanks to their shared hobby and the locker room showers nature of its aftermath. No, the reactions happen to Gorgug's touch. The kiss is one thing, though Fabian is already audibly getting breathier as it goes on. But Gorgug moving his hands underneath his shirt is another thing entirely. It doesn't even matter that it's what Fabian wanted and anticipated - the moment Gorgug latches onto his pec, it's such a new and exciting sensation to him that Fabian lets out an outright moan.
It may not be the loudest moan ever, sure, but it's very much audible to Gorgug. And to Fabian himself, whose face is growing a more flushed hue than ever due to the realization that he's already moaning at Gorgug only touching his chest. Gods, what if Gorgug thinks he's so dumb for this? What if Gorgug realizes he's a virgin? He'll die. He will absolutely die. ]
Y-- Yeah. [ He quickly blurts out, wanting Gorgug's mind to focus on absolutely anything other than the sound Fabian just made. Please continue to focus on how sexy he is, Gorgug, that's all that matters, right? ] It's-- Gods, you can do anything you want. I swear. Promise.
[ N-No, he isn't rambling out of both embarrassment and extreme horniness at the same time, okay? You are! Please don't mind the way Fabian moves one hand up to his own face, fingers half-splayed across the lower hand of his face, like he's contemplating whether to just cover up his own traitor mouth before it can make sounds that are even more embarrassing at the smallest of touches. ]
I want you to touch me everywhere. [ J-Just, bro, let him make sure he doesn't sound embarrassing first--
(He may not be thinking about how helping Gorgug get his shirt off would require him to actually move said arm and therefore said hand away from his own face. There is currently too much to think about with very limited brain capacity.) ]
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Because it's the sound of Fabian liking it, what he's doing it, and it's the sound of his voice, blissful in Gorgug's ears and for the lower parts of his body. He wants to put his mouth on Fabian already, trying to ignore an issue that part of his brain is telling him might be present, shoving it aside. Especially when Fabian is so desperate sounding above him, and fortunately for him, Gorgug can't see what Fabian does, even if he might have some inclination he moved.
But Fabian gave him permission, and so he gives a ] Lean back, [ which is more of a request than anything demanding, just to help give Gorgug better access to Fabian's chest from the position he is. Because now that he's bringing his mouth down over the pec, and, specifically, the nipple, the issues with his angle and his features are showing themselves more. An awkward angle? Gorgug can deal with.
Except, his tusks are a problem.
Because when his mouth meets Fabian's skin, he's aware of the ends of his tusks meeting skin first, pressing in, even while he's trying to adjust his bottom lip to cover them, and--it's hard. Because even when he can ease off some pressure from Fabian, they dig into the soft inner skin of Gorgug's lip instead he flicks out a tongue, sucks up enough to tease it up.
But Gorgug wants to know--he wants to know what Fabian likes. If he likes this, so he ignores the tiny stabbing pain if he moves his head in a way his tusks disagree to; more annoying (irritating) than dangerous, but still it makes the skin sore, that he has to lift his head away. Regardless of a positive reaction--despite a positive reaction.
He looks up at Fabian, his lips wet from saliva, the colour from his cheeks undeniable from the hormones dancing through his body right now. But he sees the state that Fabian's in, and his half-lidded gaze breaks into a more worried blink. ]
D-did I catch you? Was it--?
[ My tusks? Did he get him with his tusks? ]
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Leaning back is pretty easy anyway with Fabian's natural flexibility. He even tries to thrust his chest out a little, make it even easier for Gorgug to reach - and reach Gorgug does. There is a faint scrape of the other's tusks against Fabian's skin before Gorgug tries really hard to suck them up against his own lips instead, but the half-elf doesn't mind it at all, unlike Gorgug's worry about it later. If anything, it just makes the entire thing even more hot, and Fabian continues letting out small noises and pants as he can feel Gorgug's mouth on him, his lips, his nipples feeling weirdly sensitive in a way they never have before, and then--
And then there's nothing. Nothing but Gorgug staring at him, and Fabian feeling his face heat up and blush even further under the other's gaze. For a guy who thrives on constant attention, he sure wishes he wasn't getting so much of it at the moment.
He shakes his head rapidly, almost mortified. ]
No-- Keep going. [ The way he speaks as he removes his own hand from his mouth is so rushed, like the words have to get out of his mouth as soon as possible. P-Please, Gorgug, he doesn't want this to get awkward now, okay. He just wants to keep feeling good, even if Fabian has to fight his own embarrassment about how wanton he's being.
But it's not like he's going to say that last part out loud. He's rather die than admit to being embarrassing.
The desperation is reflected in his eyes while he looks at the other. It's right there, if Gorgug still bothers to look. ]
It's all fine, just-- Just keep going.
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Gorgug nods silently, and decides to take his time in addressing one of the other things he was meant to be doing: undressing Fabian. He lays a hand on the farther side of Fabian's hip from himself, and he's sitting his own weight still half on the sofa, half off it, moving that hand under a buttock while, continuing to look in Fabian's one eye: ]
I have to move you on my lap if I'm going to keep going. My tusks get in the way if I'm--not careful. [ Details that he's sure Fabian doesn't care about, but his free hand touched down Fabian's chest, leading all the way to the hard-on protruding from his loose pants, pawing at it from the outside, trying to touch it without being able to properly grab it--teasing Fabian. ] But I can do more if we do. And we'll get your top off.
[ That shirt that, honestly? Gorgug doesn't give a shit about since it's no longer covering his chest. But it's part of his job, so. Once he can get Fabian to manoeuvre his legs onto the sofa enough for Gorgug to tug him into his lap, he'll get the other to put up his arms while he lifts off the slinky material, finally discarding it--
And the quicker that Fabian complies, the sooner Gorgug can return to what Fabian's so eager for him to, and with a better means of doing so with the other directly facing him. ]
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Sorry, Gorgug. It means there's definitely a whine coming from Fabian as he's lying there without any of the contact he wants, and instead just one that leaves him further turned on, further getting teased without relief. The whining is happening.
Even though Fabian complies - apparently having registered the words the other was telling him, despite wanting to have none of it. He's flexible enough that he doesn't even really need much of the help Gorgug is providing him by tugging him here. Shifting his legs isn't too hard, only made more difficult by the fact he feels so turned on and someone has to do something about that. Quickly. This is too much.
Thankfully that seems to happen by the time Fabian is actually in Gorgug's lap. His shirt is finally discarded, leaving his half of the best friends forever necklace he shares with Riz swaying across his chest for a moment - apparently he had been wearing that under his top even now - and Fabian's skin fully on display. The half-elf even stretches a little as he's sitting on that lap. Like he's eager to show off, kind of a peacock. If he's going to feel this desperate for Gorgug's touch right now, then Gorgug better want him as much as Fabian wants him in this moment. ]
I don't care what gets in the way.
[ It almost sounds dismissive of Gorgug's problem, but it's the opposite - it's Fabian saying it isn't a problem for him. Gorgug can pierce his skin with his tusks for all Fabian cares - it might just make this hotter, and even if it doesn't, he'll take anything just to get what he wants right now.
If Gorgug finally - or what feels like finally to a very worked up Fabian - returns his attendance to Fabian's chest, a moan will even slip out again, Fabian's arms moving to latch onto Gorgug in turn, hand falling onto the other's shoulders and clinging there. ]
I just want you. [ .. and Gorgug wants him too, if what Fabian can feel while he's sitting on the other's lap is any indication. Gorgug's pants may not have as much leeway as Fabian's do, but he can still definitely feel something hard pressing up against him.
And Fabian is absolutely shameless. Shameless enough that he starts grinding down on that bulge in Gorgug's pants. ]
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But for now, he isn't here to be a tease. Not deliberately. Fabian says he doesn't care, but Gorgug can understand the sentiment as he reads it to be: he just wants to feel good. Gorgug still cares himself about what gets in the way, since it also means what Gorgug can't do, and-- he doesn't really stand to stab at Fabian carelessly. But for now, this angle does offer better access to do what he was trying to do before. His mouth reaches Fabian's chest, his hand not around Fabian's back touching over abs well-defined, always on full display in the tight-fitting shirts that Fabian wears, but never truly admired.
And Gorgug likes to learn. It's not straight-forward, it's not always easy--hell, it's really messy and sometimes it can be intense, and he and Zelda had to go through a lot to navigate her excitement in a way that felt comfortable for the both of them (though, really, Gorgug never complained--it was who Zelda was, and nothing about that bothered him beyond hoping she was having a good time). And he wants to learn now: how Fabian likes to be touched, where he wants to be touched. Over muscles that he works hard to keep, and how he likes his nipples to be played with. It's a different experience, but Gorgug isn't comparing his previous endeavours in the bedroom when he manages to suck his lips around Fabian's nipple, flicking at it with his tongue; and his other hand even coming up to play with the other, a thumb caressing against its erect state.
The only kind of toying with Fabian that Gorgug will give, and the sort he's rewarded for when he hears Fabian's moans above his head. His fingers against Fabian's back pressing snug on his flesh, and his hips do buck slightly for a friction they won't get, don't even try to. Truthfully, it's more of a twitch; an idea that his brain has, but that he doesn't have the capacity to fulfil right now with every part of Gorgug busy.
Fabian isn't busy. And he seems to get the idea to give Gorgug what his brain was seeking for, pleading, and everything in Gorgug slams to a halt. A lovely, hot halt where his dick is both pleased to be remembered, and also infuriated for the layers that Fabian is grinding against, with. There's a sharp intake of breath as Gorgug stops doing anything with his mouth, forehead pressed to Fabian's collarbone-- and he lets himself indulge in the sensations, even though the irritation at every obstacle in the way of him feeling real pleasure is at the forefront of his mind. I just want you, Fabian says, burning it into Gorgug's ears.
I want to fuck you, growls at the bottom of Gorgug's throat, but that he refuses to let come out.
He tries to grind back, little to no avail. He doesn't have the same angle Fabian does, the other in complete control, though Fabian will feel Gorgug's attempt at lifting his hips upward, uselessly. So he returns his mouth to Fabian instead, not asking for what he wants--not giving voice to the growing urge inside his stomach, the reminder of what he felt sinking his tusks into Fabian's skin to make him docile. His tusks still press into the muscle of Fabian's pec, but he doesn't use them to pinch, to hurt; he keeps using his tongue on the rigid tit under his mouth, and his forefinger and thumb are generous as they pinch and play with the other, more exposed nipple.
If he gives Fabian what he wants, then maybe he'll get what he wants, too. More grinding, yes, but he wants to hear Fabian as well--to hear him be so needy, tell him that Gorgug's giving him what he wants. To know he's on the right track, and to build up that arousal already growing impatient inside his jeans. ]
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Gorgug..
[ He isn't sure how much time has passed when the other's name escapes his mouth, more breath than voice. It likely hasn't been all that long, but it feels like an eternity to Fabian, feeling his dick grind up against the rough denim of Gorgug's pants, against the hard bulge pressing up against it.
It's all so much, and yet it's not enough. It's almost frustrating - how good this feels, and yet not enough for him.
His fingers dig a little bit more into the other's shoulders. ]
Gorgug, it's-- nn...
[ That's him getting interrupted by Gorgug flicking his nipple just the right way, like it's temporarily turning Fabian's brain off in the middle of him attempting to speak up. ]
I need more. [ He half-whispers, half-moans, bending his head so he's practically breathing the words into Gorgug's hair.
And still grinding. Despite his request, Fabian isn't stopping trying to seek out what he wants. ]
I, ah-- [ More than just wanting, this time. ] I need you..
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He can't fuck him, and he wants to, and the knowledge is killing him.
Especially when Fabian tells him those magic words.
I need you. Right above his head, so close to his ears. His face already burns, and he pulls away his lips just to breathe in and be able to think about more than where he wants to stick his dick right now.
(But he wants to fuck Fabian so, so bad.)
He plants a kiss near the centre of Fabian's chest, a quick peck before he lifts his chin, white pupils looking up at Fabian. ]
I'll suck you off. Is that okay? I wanna put it in my mouth...
[ He's doing this somewhat on purpose. And yes, he hates himself for doing so, when he's already plenty aroused (and when he has the opportunity, he needs to undo his jeans), but he wants to hear more of Fabian under any circumstances. Waiting on Fabian's permission, Gorgug lays his tongue hot against the other's chest; close to where he planted the otherwise chaste kiss before. He drags it up towards the middle of Fabian's collarbone before lifting his head to face Fabian better this time--lips slightly parted, only close so he can suck on them, licking them wet.
Intentional, every part of it. The same as when Fabian rolled his hips against him, teasing him so delightfully well. Gorgug doesn't know if this is too much for a first time, but he wants Fabian to see him like this, anyway, to deride or encourage him--to know him for who he is.
And to tell him what he can do. ]
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You look so hot right now.
[ Evidence that Fabian isn't exactly clear minded in this moment: right this. Right here. He's just babbling on, thoughts escaping his mouth without any sort of filter between the two. He sounds a little dazed, like those thoughts appeared in his mouth and instantly were said out loud by him.
(It's true though, isn't it? Gorgug's white pupils staring up at him, his wet lips, his flushed face.)
And rather than telling the other it's okay, Fabian says: ] Come-- C'mon.
[ It's an agreement, as seen in the fact that he forces himself off Gorgug's lap - harder to do than to think about, considering he really does not want to get off there - and then hooks his thumbs into the band of his pants, dropping both them and his underwear to the floor, leaving him standing entirely bare in front of the other. Gorgug obviously already knew about how hard Fabian was, considering his loose pants and the grinding, but now he is naked it's revealed that he is, in fact, already fully hard, even dripping a little bit already, like just doing this with Gorgug turned him on that much.
At least he still has some sense of movement and navigation, since he manages to sit back down onto the couch, spreading his legs so Gorgug has full access to his dick. It's just that Gorgug will sure have to figure out the right position, since Fabian looks like he's in no state to fully think about that and coordinate it right now. He's just making himself available for what Gorgug has said he wants-- and Fabian very much wants as well. ]
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Gorgug doesn't care. If Fabian's drunk, then so is Gorgug, and he wants more of Fabian, of what he has to offer. Gorgug listens when he's told to move, looking down with his mind half on his jeans and the button he has to pop undone to get anywhere with his zip, but then quickly looking back. Watching as Fabian's pants drop, and the entire state of undress displayed before him--and it makes Gorgug register how fully clothed he is in comparison. And that isn't fair, is it?
So his shirt comes off over his head, chucked aside and landing on the table in the centre of the booth. The table that is deciding a lot about how they move, or Gorgug specifically. He waits until Fabian sits back down, both with admiration and anticipation; because of the dick on full display, and sure, he's never sucked off a guy before, but it won't be his first time going down on someone. And there's something to be said about listening to a guy want you and seeing the result of your time together hard and dripping, and-- Gorgug thinks he's pretty okay with dicks, actually.
He's been sure of that for a while, but this is on its way to cementing it.
Fabian comes back down, and Gorgug slips down off the seating with a lean to get as close to between Fabian's legs as he can. The air reaching more of his skin, and his own dick finally comes free as he tugs down on the zip and reaches in until the elastic of his boxers snap snug around his balls. It distracts Gorgug from dealing with Fabian immediately--his own dick aching to be touched, the few strokes that he gives himself as he sits kneeling before Fabian and his own erect state--but he tries to be quick, his eyes not straying from what's in front of him, his free hand touching Fabian's bare thigh.
He asked Fabian if he could suck him, but this would be the first time he would be doing it--for anyone. The how of the moment is buzzing in his mind, but it's not as strong as the want in there too, and so Gorgug leans forward, moving the hand from Fabian's thigh to around the base of his dick, not even bothering to jerk him off. He holds him to help line his mouth, the head of Fabian's cock coming flush against his tongue, tasting the salty residue of cum as it slides down further inside. He has some sense of what to do, if only from being on the other side--Fabian's side--in the past, and though the logistics of it still need to be worked out...
...those parts, Gorgug's more than willing to work out in the action. Because with his own dick in his hand and with Fabian in his mouth, just having the other against his tongue is--what he wants. Fabian's cock is hot in him, and he'll happily stop giving himself the occasional tug or squeeze just to let him slip up and down against his tongue; before he wraps his lips around him firmer, already wet and finding it easy to glide along Fabian's length.
He'll sacrifice caring about his own dick for this. For having Fabian hot and thick inside him, and the opportunity it brings to make him cum. ]
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God, it's so much. But in a good way. It doesn't help that he was already so turned on in the first place, making him even more sensitive to the way Gorgug's lips slide around his member, letting out pants and little whines in between each breath.
Initially he raises his arm to cover his eye, as if taking away his own sight might help him with the overwhelming sensation. But even without his full ability to think right now, he does realize he has to be a little bit better than this.
A thought that makes him lower his arm so he can instead bury his hand into Gorgug's hair. Not too tightly, since he's too worried about hurting Gorgug if the other is moving while Fabian is holding his hair too tightly, but his hand is still in there, followed by the other one, holding onto Gorgug's head as he sucks him off. ]
It's so good.. [ Fabian babbles, almost sounding feverish at this point. He can feel himself getting closer, though not quite there yet. It's not just wanting to reach his climax that has him rambling about all these encouraging things.
It's also that he wants Gorgug to know. ]
You're so-- So good. So good. I-- [ He moans, not bothering to hide it this time. Too far lost in his own pleasure to still show shame over the sound at this point. ] Keep going..
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Not immediately, anyway. And he knows he'll have to make it up to Fabian if he does. Letting go of his own dick, in a poor sorry state of its own, so he feels less unbalanced when he finally does slide Fabian out of his mouth. Even if he just rests it on a leg while the hand already holding onto Fabian's cock starts pumping along it, using the saliva from his work so far to make it slick, easier to slide up and down, up and down.
And Gorgug takes this time to look up, lips still close to the member he's jerking off right now. ]
Pull on my hair. [ He hasn't made many requests, not ones for his own gratification, but he's doing it now, voice needy, a plea that's as much spoken as it is reflected in his gaze up at Fabian. ] Please. You can do whatever you want to me... say whatever you want...
[ He might be babbling himself, too, searching for words to please Fabian, to make him respond well. To make him happy. Even being on the floor under him was a choice, but one as much for Fabian as it was for himself. Because he might've been the one digging his tusks into Fabian's skin, but it was Fabian's taunt of make me that really set Gorgug off that day. That defiance from under him, wishing to hear more, make Fabian say more.
All of the control is in Fabian's hands in this moment, where there isn't even the question of Gorgug taking away his attention on Fabian's dick present, with him already slowing his hand to lick along the veins thick on the underside.
And soon, returning his dick back inside his mouth. ]
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He's still making soft breathy sounds as Gorgug continues to move his hand, but Fabian tries really hard to think about the words despite much of his brain already having left him in the middle of this.
He wants to listen. He wants to-- If that's what Gorgug wants, he wants to do it, wants to make sure he feels good too, but-- god, Fabian knows that he can usually be pretty confident and sexy about these things, but it feels much harder to think about what to say when it feels like Gorgug is not only blowing his dick, but also his mind.
Still, Fabian can't just dismiss the one request he's getting here. When Gorgug takes him back into his mouth, the fingers that had released their grip on Gorgug's hair to let him pull his head back now return in there, this time properly nesting into the hair. Holding on tightly, tugging on the strands as Gorgug has to move his head to suck Fabian off.
Fabian's hips even jerk a little from the pleasure, occasionally shoving his dick further into Gorgug's mouth than the latter may have intended.
But what does Gorgug want him to say? Something degenerate, maybe, judging by every sign from Gorgug so far, but it's so hard to think about right now. Fabian feels like his mind is blank, and like it's getting blanker the closer and closer he gets to reaching his end.
He would like to file a note to himself to think about sexy talk sometime when he isn't busy feeling like his soul is leaving his body. J-Just so he can be prepared, next time.
If there is a next time. ]
Gorgug.. [ He finally manages, all breath. He desperately tries to suck in a breath, tries to give himself a little bit more strength, at least enough to say: ] How deep can you take me?
[ While still thrusting. Please let that 18 strength the half-orc has do something for the structure of Gorgug's throat. It's not like the thrusting is happening at full strength, but it may still be a little Much for a first time blow job giver. ]
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But when Fabian's dick pushes up into his mouth, Gorgug knows it isn't a mistake on his side. He feels it when Fabian's hips jump under his hand resting on his thigh, and it's a combination that excites him, nevermind the tickling worry of if he'll be able to handle it. That concern is small next to the giddiness of Fabian taking control of him, using him, in a way that Gorgug finds he wants. He even stills himself, stopping from being the one to decide how far or deep Fabian's cock will go into him, and keeps his head down so that Fabian can keep bucking his hips up. Loosens his grip around the base of Fabian's dick, without letting go completely--
and despite himself, with him the one whose mouth is being fucked and his own dick going untouched, he moans when Fabian says what he does. 'How deep can you take me?' A tease, a taunt to his ears too, and it's as much a whine as it is a moan, short and sweet. How far can he take him? He doesn't know, this sensation of his mouth being full new and strange, even if he's been taking well to it.
He lowers. Taking back control, accepting if Fabian's hand resists him, only fighting a little against the tension to know if Fabian wants him to fight it, or if he should stop and heed the fact that Fabian won't let him lower his head. But if he is allowed, Gorgug attempts to find out just how much of him he can take in, slowly, before he can sense something start to reach back of his throat and that awful gagging sensation arrives, and he has to pull out then-- gasping, saliva dripping from his lips and on his chin, just to be sure that nothing's going to happen, this isn't going to turn into a terrible night.
And for how far he's already gone tonight, something about that act makes his cheeks burn more than anything else he's done so far--or is it an accumulation of the night? But he feels it, a shyness, panting above Fabian's dick and knowing what to say, or returning to doing what he was doing before.
He will, of course. If by his own volition, or even by Fabian nudging him that way, his head in his hand--and Gorgug will listen. But this is new territory, every part of this--and his ears may be listening out to what Fabian has to say. ]
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