[ Fabian commands, and Gorgug listens. Not without a surprise--he hears Fabian's tone, and his hand stutters around Fabian's dick before he stops. Blinking rapidly, meeting Fabian's gaze on him, meeting with the rest of his instruction.
It turns something in his belly, a sensation that makes its way to his own dick, the confidence that Fabian relays it with. He has to watch him, and he has to jerk himself at the same time--Fabian will see him doing it, and there's something a little embarrassing about it, but also exhilarating. There was no indication that Fabian was in this kind of mood before, but Gorgug isn't against it, is he? Doing what Fabian tells him.
Having him watch him do it. ]
... Okay, [ he says slowly, retracting his hand away and taking it back to himself. No immediately getting to work, gaze searching Fabian's face not for anything particular, but as if needing to register that he is still watching, paying attention as he implied he might be with that tone. But eventually he does wrap his fingers around himself, tugging, quickly spying where Fabian's hand has gone to work his own entrance to prepare him; a part of Gorgug wanting to offer to help, but that's not he's been told to do: he knows what he's meant to do, and that's whatever Fabian tells him.
It doesn't make it easier. Fabian's eyes above, the parts of him Gorgug isn't allowed to touch. Gorgug's sure he could get off just by that gaze alone, wondering what's going through Fabian's head, and some part of him wanting to put on a show for Fabian, but not knowing what that would entail--he's never been a flashy as Fabian, given their previous talks about Gorgug's lack of boasting abilities.
But still, he can't ask, or say, can he? Talking wasn't part of his instruction, so he's mindful of how he touches himself, that he doesn't do too much; maybe with a face that's embarrassed and unsure, like he might want to say something, but.
Look. He's being good. He's doing as he's been told. ]
[ Fabian's eye is on Gorgug the entire time. It isn't really easy, because trying to open himself up is not really the easiest thing to do, and not being jerked off at the same time makes the process tougher - but this is all happening with a purpose. Which is part of the reason why Fabian is staring at Gorgug so intently, even as he's working on himself. He's trying to find out what's on the other's mind by seeing what's on his face.
It's around the time that he's pushing in a third - groaning as he does so, at the strain of it all - that he spots something on Gorgug's face that he does think he recognizes. ]
You look like you want to say something. [ Fabian has to exhale a deep breath, trying to adjust to the pressure inside of him in this moment, but then adds with that same confident tone as before, just way more breathy, almost husky now: ] Say it.
[ There's a sound Gorgug makes in the back of his throat that's involuntary, choked on when Fabian says those last two words. Say it. He has to grip his dick, stop even the slow, uneven pace he was going at, even though Fabian told him to keep that up, too.
It's not that he doesn't want to do for Fabian, and it would be so easy, but... ]
...I don't know I can keep jerking off when you're doing that, [ he admits, his voice a note shy, gaze trying to drift off, but looking back at Fabian. ] Not if you wanna ride me.
[ Which is also a pleasant reminder to his dick, and this is the problem: he's getting treated far too well. He doesn't want to finish so quickly when Fabian's only just going to get started when he inserts him in. ]
He looks a little bit surprised. Sure, this is the effect he wanted to have on Gorgug. But as much as Fabian is used to getting all material things he wants, sometimes navigating certain social things is still a bit of a surprise - especially when he hasn't dated anyone like this before. It makes the hold he's able to have on the other something.. surprising. Something nice. Fabian likes that it can catch him off guard like this.
It makes him move his fingers inside of him a little bit more eagerly, wanting to get himself ready more quickly.
(And really - Gorgug saying that is enough of a turn on that it really, really helps in that department.) ]
Oh?
[ Fabian sounds surprised, but not in a genuine way like his reaction a moment ago. Instead there's something much more playful to his tone.
Teasing. ]
Then stop. [ Even if that can't be pleasant, considering Gorgug got himself hard and all, but-- look, Fabian isn't even fully trying to edge him on purpose, he's going as fast as he can here to get himself ready to ride the other! ] Why don't you instead tell me how hot I am until I'm ready for you?
[ Gorgug picks the most sexy response he can in this situation.
He whines. ]
You already know you're hot! You do everything to make sure you're hot! [ That's not faaaair, Fabian wants to make Gorgug more flustered than he already is! ] You're gonna fuck me! And you're giving me that smug look and using that voice with it...!
[ It's like Fabian is torturing Gorgug by the way he's relaying how hot he is, which might not sound like positives with the way that Gorgug's going about it. His expression isn't much better, but it's like a guy trapped: being turned on with his dick in his hand (should he let go? he doesn't know what to do right now) while his boyfriend's looking down at him and being so teasing about it.
[ Who cares if it's positive as long as it's still very much meant? If anything, Gorgug's clear desperation and frustration makes it even more obvious to Fabian that he means what he says - and that Fabian's approach here is working. Gorgug sure isn't thinking about rage nightmares anymore or other stuff that's upsetting him, that's for sure.
.. well, other than Fabian, but he will actually give Gorgug what he wants. Especially when he feels that he's finally stretched himself enough, pulling his fingers out of his ass. ]
Don't worry. [ He says, moving closer to Gorgug, leaning over the other's form on the bed. ] When have I ever not given you something you wanted?
[ Fabian leans over enough to kiss him - but it's a very brief kiss, since he figures Gorgug is probably just going to whine more when he's still hard and Fabian still isn't helping anything with that.
So rather than adding more words, Fabian decides to add more action. He shifts his own body over Gorgug's until he finds a pose that he can endure for a little while, his knees on the bed and his ass hovering over Gorgug's dick. It takes some looking and aiming, but Fabian moves himself onto Gorgug's dick. At first still teasingly - only letting the tip touch him - but then slowly forcing himself to fully sink down onto the member.
Fabian would like to look all sexy and seductive doing it, but taking Gorgug in this way is a lot. There's no time to look sexy on purpose when he's too busy groaning at the way he's filled up now. ]
[ If he wasn't worked up--sexually, flustered--then maybe he could give Fabian better what he wants. But it's difficult, watching the guy you're dating, that you have sex with, are having sex with right now ask to be called hot, and-- he likes things like that, Gorgug knows.
But it makes his brain dizzy, like he's being tested; and there's a version of him that would be better in this situation that he can't bring out. Someone who can give Fabian all that he wants, tell him words that don't try and enter Gorgug's brain, and come stuck like a clogged up drain. Tell me how hot I am. What's there to tell? Just look at Fabian, his shirt off and his dick hard, and there's a reason why Gorgug couldn't keep jerking himself off.
And that reason is hovering over him, making Gorgug feel smaller than he is with Fabian's presence. In a good way--like Fabian could do anything, and will.
He accepts the kiss, and manages not to whine. Wants to a little, when he feels like he's being teased, but there's a more prominent part of Gorgug (his dick, and Fabian's reassurance) that keeps him quiet, hoping, expecting. Every thought has gone to between his legs (along with his blood), and he should be looking at Fabian's face, but he's trying to look between their bodies, failing.
But he doesn't fail to feel him. He gasps, a short intake of air, as warmth wraps around his cock; just the tip to begin with, but Gorgug is alert, tries to see again. His hands twitch at his sides, hesitating when Fabian told him not to touch him before. But as that warmth spreads down in, as he watches the face that Fabian makes, he lets his hands find Fabian's knees, hooking around the leg there. His mouth open, and he doesn't hide the faces he makes; vulnerable, dazed, cheeks flushed dark. There's thoughts entering his mind about pushing his hips up to dig his cock farther in, an urge to grit his teeth, to think about Fabian's skin.
It comes, it leaves him. He's behaving, watching Fabian's expression when he groans and curling his toes so as to stop his own urges. ]
You're hot, [ he says--so weakly. So trying. Just so he can get to the part he wants, needs. ] Pl-please move.
[ He wants to watch Fabian so badly, even if it might be a bad idea when he's already so excited over the thought of it. ]
[ The words come so breathless, and it's how Fabian feels too in this moment. Breathless. For all of his dumb confidence about this plan, for all of him wanting to take charge, this is a lot more to handle than he thought it'd be.
Not that it's uncomfortable. There's some pain from the pressure, from the angle, but it also feels so damn good that Fabian really doesn't care. He could get split in two from just sitting here on Gorgug's dick like this and he'd take it right now, actually.
But he truly needs that moment to adjust to the pressure. It's likely a very torturous moment for Gorgug. It would have been even if the other hadn't already been so hard and worked up - since Fabian truly is looking particularly hot in this moment, his eyes closed, his mouth hanging open to release noises every single time his body shifts even the tiniest bit. He looks overwhelmed and focused all at the same time, sweat shining on his skin despite not having moved yet.
He knows he has to move though. For Gorgug, and for himself too, because the sensation of being filled is great, but Fabian knows he needs more friction than this to be able to climax as well. So-- ]
Keep holding my legs. [ He manages to force out, still sounding a little breathless. He needs Gorgug to do that for him so Fabian can do the rest of it. The half-elf puts his hands on Gorgug's body in turn, using both that and the way Gorgug is holding him as leverage to move his body up, and then lowering himself again with a loud moan. ]
D-Didn't think.. [ Another time.
A breath. ]
.. this would be a workout.
[ Now he doesn't stop. Even if it's intense in so many ways, Fabian keeps moving, bouncing up and down on the other's dick. ]
[ It's hard. A lot is hard right now, but having Fabian sitting on his neck and doing something as simple as adjusting himself to this fact makes Gorgug's head feel full, makes him suck in a breath to witness and be a part of. Does Fabian get it, that this is what he was talking about? Fabian knows he's hot, surely; Gorgug knows he's good-looking, that his body is as attractive as the work that he puts into it, keeping fit despite his inability to work around a kitchen.
Gorgug keeps holding, with no desire to let go before Fabian's input. And when he starts to move, as Fabian's body rises and pulls away from his cock, then comes back in slow, testing movements, his fingers grip into the muscle that they were already holding onto it. Not in any other indication than a need to grip them into something.
As Fabian finally starts riding him, whether confidently, fumbling, or with an average speed. It's good, watching him and the sounds of his ass sliding back down on him, the slick slapping noise when he lowers. The pace is calm enough to not pull Gorgug immediately over the edge, and this is what he needs; embarrassing, probably, when they've only really just started, but is it his fault? When Fabian was putting a show on for him, and telling him to pleasure himself to it. Like he wouldn't have done the same any time before, and especially the first time they ever had sex, with Fabian draping himself back with his cock hard through his silk trousers.
(Because Gorgug's never completely forgotten about that.)
And now he sees that same cock, bobbing each time that Fabian moves his hips--the same cokc he hasn't been permitted to touch. Gorgug's gaze rolls over it as he watches Fabian's lower half, then rises it up to his face, the expression he might be making now. This is what he gets into, when it comes to Fabian. Or was it his fault for asking to jerk him off in the first place?
Gorgug can't complain. That would mean having a brain for much else, when there's already been a small silence between when Fabian last spoke, and when Gorgug seems to finally find his voice beyond the small pants that filter in with Fabian's exercise. ]
It's... you're.... [ A silence, the words jumbled in his head. ] You're doing-- good.
[ Wherever the confidence had been for him that time on the train, the dirty talk is not in the room with them tonight. He tried. ]
[ There's no scolding over Gorgug's lack of sexy talk in this moment. Fabian probably isn't expecting it - especially when he's really in no position himself at the moment to participate in much of it either. Gorgug may have been more stimulated already to begin with, but with the sheer amount of effort Fabian has to put in here (and how new doing it this way is, on top of it) his own brain has also lost quite some of his capacity to think at all.
The only thought left in there, embarrassingly, is how good it feels to be filled up with Gorgug like this, leaving Fabian's own untouched dick so hard in this moment. It's absolutely fully erect right now, though he still doesn't move to touch it.
(Maybe he can't, considering how much he seems to need to hold down his own hands against Gorgug to be able to push himself up and then back down on the other's dick.)
Fabian's facial expression also makes it pretty apparent he's just getting lost in all of this. His eye is closed, and he's not even responding to what Gorgug is saying, except to keep moving on Gorgug's cock.
The only thing comes out moments later, and absolutely full of want that it's practically shameless now-- ]
[ There's a feeling in him already, when Fabian speaks. His mouth empty, and the way he wants to fill it with Fabian's skin, to have him there, if only he was closer. Any part of him; his neck, his shoulder, or even sucking on his jaw. It's a desire he gets, and when he hears his own name on Fabian's lips--
He grits his teeth, and he doesn't need to think: a hand goes for Fabian's dick, and he starts pumping him. It's clumsy in spots, working against when Fabian moves his hips to push up and down on his cock, but he works past it, won't complain if Fabian pauses his exercise to receive some attention of his own. Even though Gorgug is already on the cusp, edging, and he doubts he'll be able to make Fabian reach it too before he can hold on.
Whatever Fabian chooses to do, if he's still trying to continue or pauses for Gorgug, there's a desperation, a clue that Gorgug might need to finish first before Fabian, when: ]
I'll suck you-- if you keep going, I'll, you can finish in my mouth, wherever you want, please.
[ Just the smallest clue. Who knows if Fabian can catch onto it.
Granted, it's probably for the best that Gorgug is being so obvious here. This situation is not only affecting Gorgug's own capability for thought, but it's very much doing the same for Fabian's, especially with him feeling even more turned on now there's not just Gorgug's dick up his ass, but also the other's hand on his own dick.
He idly bats at that hand, wordlessly telling Gorgug to stop touching him if he wants this. Fabian did stop the moment Gorgug started jerking him off, the feeling making his body feel like it's turning to jelly, like he can't even control it, let alone move.
It's only when the other's hand is off his dick that he can start to move again. ]
Come on. [ It's little more than a whisper at this point, Fabian's voice almost sounding hoarse.
Gorgug can't be far off, he thinks, starting to move as fast as he can, despite exhaustion already starting to set into his muscles, no matter how hard his cock still is right now. ]
Do it. [ A pant. ] Come-- [ Another one. ] Come in me, Gorgug.
[ Because he feels like he might just collapse if the other doesn't do so soon. ]
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It turns something in his belly, a sensation that makes its way to his own dick, the confidence that Fabian relays it with. He has to watch him, and he has to jerk himself at the same time--Fabian will see him doing it, and there's something a little embarrassing about it, but also exhilarating. There was no indication that Fabian was in this kind of mood before, but Gorgug isn't against it, is he? Doing what Fabian tells him.
Having him watch him do it. ]
... Okay, [ he says slowly, retracting his hand away and taking it back to himself. No immediately getting to work, gaze searching Fabian's face not for anything particular, but as if needing to register that he is still watching, paying attention as he implied he might be with that tone. But eventually he does wrap his fingers around himself, tugging, quickly spying where Fabian's hand has gone to work his own entrance to prepare him; a part of Gorgug wanting to offer to help, but that's not he's been told to do: he knows what he's meant to do, and that's whatever Fabian tells him.
It doesn't make it easier. Fabian's eyes above, the parts of him Gorgug isn't allowed to touch. Gorgug's sure he could get off just by that gaze alone, wondering what's going through Fabian's head, and some part of him wanting to put on a show for Fabian, but not knowing what that would entail--he's never been a flashy as Fabian, given their previous talks about Gorgug's lack of boasting abilities.
But still, he can't ask, or say, can he? Talking wasn't part of his instruction, so he's mindful of how he touches himself, that he doesn't do too much; maybe with a face that's embarrassed and unsure, like he might want to say something, but.
Look. He's being good. He's doing as he's been told. ]
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It's around the time that he's pushing in a third - groaning as he does so, at the strain of it all - that he spots something on Gorgug's face that he does think he recognizes. ]
You look like you want to say something. [ Fabian has to exhale a deep breath, trying to adjust to the pressure inside of him in this moment, but then adds with that same confident tone as before, just way more breathy, almost husky now: ] Say it.
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It's not that he doesn't want to do for Fabian, and it would be so easy, but... ]
...I don't know I can keep jerking off when you're doing that, [ he admits, his voice a note shy, gaze trying to drift off, but looking back at Fabian. ] Not if you wanna ride me.
[ Which is also a pleasant reminder to his dick, and this is the problem: he's getting treated far too well. He doesn't want to finish so quickly when Fabian's only just going to get started when he inserts him in. ]
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He looks a little bit surprised. Sure, this is the effect he wanted to have on Gorgug. But as much as Fabian is used to getting all material things he wants, sometimes navigating certain social things is still a bit of a surprise - especially when he hasn't dated anyone like this before. It makes the hold he's able to have on the other something.. surprising. Something nice. Fabian likes that it can catch him off guard like this.
It makes him move his fingers inside of him a little bit more eagerly, wanting to get himself ready more quickly.
(And really - Gorgug saying that is enough of a turn on that it really, really helps in that department.) ]
Oh?
[ Fabian sounds surprised, but not in a genuine way like his reaction a moment ago. Instead there's something much more playful to his tone.
Teasing. ]
Then stop. [ Even if that can't be pleasant, considering Gorgug got himself hard and all, but-- look, Fabian isn't even fully trying to edge him on purpose, he's going as fast as he can here to get himself ready to ride the other! ] Why don't you instead tell me how hot I am until I'm ready for you?
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He whines. ]
You already know you're hot! You do everything to make sure you're hot! [ That's not faaaair, Fabian wants to make Gorgug more flustered than he already is! ] You're gonna fuck me! And you're giving me that smug look and using that voice with it...!
[ It's like Fabian is torturing Gorgug by the way he's relaying how hot he is, which might not sound like positives with the way that Gorgug's going about it. His expression isn't much better, but it's like a guy trapped: being turned on with his dick in his hand (should he let go? he doesn't know what to do right now) while his boyfriend's looking down at him and being so teasing about it.
Truly, it's suffering. ]
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.. well, other than Fabian, but he will actually give Gorgug what he wants. Especially when he feels that he's finally stretched himself enough, pulling his fingers out of his ass. ]
Don't worry. [ He says, moving closer to Gorgug, leaning over the other's form on the bed. ] When have I ever not given you something you wanted?
[ Fabian leans over enough to kiss him - but it's a very brief kiss, since he figures Gorgug is probably just going to whine more when he's still hard and Fabian still isn't helping anything with that.
So rather than adding more words, Fabian decides to add more action. He shifts his own body over Gorgug's until he finds a pose that he can endure for a little while, his knees on the bed and his ass hovering over Gorgug's dick. It takes some looking and aiming, but Fabian moves himself onto Gorgug's dick. At first still teasingly - only letting the tip touch him - but then slowly forcing himself to fully sink down onto the member.
Fabian would like to look all sexy and seductive doing it, but taking Gorgug in this way is a lot. There's no time to look sexy on purpose when he's too busy groaning at the way he's filled up now. ]
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But it makes his brain dizzy, like he's being tested; and there's a version of him that would be better in this situation that he can't bring out. Someone who can give Fabian all that he wants, tell him words that don't try and enter Gorgug's brain, and come stuck like a clogged up drain. Tell me how hot I am. What's there to tell? Just look at Fabian, his shirt off and his dick hard, and there's a reason why Gorgug couldn't keep jerking himself off.
And that reason is hovering over him, making Gorgug feel smaller than he is with Fabian's presence. In a good way--like Fabian could do anything, and will.
He accepts the kiss, and manages not to whine. Wants to a little, when he feels like he's being teased, but there's a more prominent part of Gorgug (his dick, and Fabian's reassurance) that keeps him quiet, hoping, expecting. Every thought has gone to between his legs (along with his blood), and he should be looking at Fabian's face, but he's trying to look between their bodies, failing.
But he doesn't fail to feel him. He gasps, a short intake of air, as warmth wraps around his cock; just the tip to begin with, but Gorgug is alert, tries to see again. His hands twitch at his sides, hesitating when Fabian told him not to touch him before. But as that warmth spreads down in, as he watches the face that Fabian makes, he lets his hands find Fabian's knees, hooking around the leg there. His mouth open, and he doesn't hide the faces he makes; vulnerable, dazed, cheeks flushed dark. There's thoughts entering his mind about pushing his hips up to dig his cock farther in, an urge to grit his teeth, to think about Fabian's skin.
It comes, it leaves him. He's behaving, watching Fabian's expression when he groans and curling his toes so as to stop his own urges. ]
You're hot, [ he says--so weakly. So trying. Just so he can get to the part he wants, needs. ] Pl-please move.
[ He wants to watch Fabian so badly, even if it might be a bad idea when he's already so excited over the thought of it. ]
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[ The words come so breathless, and it's how Fabian feels too in this moment. Breathless. For all of his dumb confidence about this plan, for all of him wanting to take charge, this is a lot more to handle than he thought it'd be.
Not that it's uncomfortable. There's some pain from the pressure, from the angle, but it also feels so damn good that Fabian really doesn't care. He could get split in two from just sitting here on Gorgug's dick like this and he'd take it right now, actually.
But he truly needs that moment to adjust to the pressure. It's likely a very torturous moment for Gorgug. It would have been even if the other hadn't already been so hard and worked up - since Fabian truly is looking particularly hot in this moment, his eyes closed, his mouth hanging open to release noises every single time his body shifts even the tiniest bit. He looks overwhelmed and focused all at the same time, sweat shining on his skin despite not having moved yet.
He knows he has to move though. For Gorgug, and for himself too, because the sensation of being filled is great, but Fabian knows he needs more friction than this to be able to climax as well. So-- ]
Keep holding my legs. [ He manages to force out, still sounding a little breathless. He needs Gorgug to do that for him so Fabian can do the rest of it. The half-elf puts his hands on Gorgug's body in turn, using both that and the way Gorgug is holding him as leverage to move his body up, and then lowering himself again with a loud moan. ]
D-Didn't think.. [ Another time.
A breath. ]
.. this would be a workout.
[ Now he doesn't stop. Even if it's intense in so many ways, Fabian keeps moving, bouncing up and down on the other's dick. ]
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Gorgug keeps holding, with no desire to let go before Fabian's input. And when he starts to move, as Fabian's body rises and pulls away from his cock, then comes back in slow, testing movements, his fingers grip into the muscle that they were already holding onto it. Not in any other indication than a need to grip them into something.
As Fabian finally starts riding him, whether confidently, fumbling, or with an average speed. It's good, watching him and the sounds of his ass sliding back down on him, the slick slapping noise when he lowers. The pace is calm enough to not pull Gorgug immediately over the edge, and this is what he needs; embarrassing, probably, when they've only really just started, but is it his fault? When Fabian was putting a show on for him, and telling him to pleasure himself to it. Like he wouldn't have done the same any time before, and especially the first time they ever had sex, with Fabian draping himself back with his cock hard through his silk trousers.
(Because Gorgug's never completely forgotten about that.)
And now he sees that same cock, bobbing each time that Fabian moves his hips--the same cokc he hasn't been permitted to touch. Gorgug's gaze rolls over it as he watches Fabian's lower half, then rises it up to his face, the expression he might be making now. This is what he gets into, when it comes to Fabian. Or was it his fault for asking to jerk him off in the first place?
Gorgug can't complain. That would mean having a brain for much else, when there's already been a small silence between when Fabian last spoke, and when Gorgug seems to finally find his voice beyond the small pants that filter in with Fabian's exercise. ]
It's... you're.... [ A silence, the words jumbled in his head. ] You're doing-- good.
[ Wherever the confidence had been for him that time on the train, the dirty talk is not in the room with them tonight. He tried. ]
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The only thought left in there, embarrassingly, is how good it feels to be filled up with Gorgug like this, leaving Fabian's own untouched dick so hard in this moment. It's absolutely fully erect right now, though he still doesn't move to touch it.
(Maybe he can't, considering how much he seems to need to hold down his own hands against Gorgug to be able to push himself up and then back down on the other's dick.)
Fabian's facial expression also makes it pretty apparent he's just getting lost in all of this. His eye is closed, and he's not even responding to what Gorgug is saying, except to keep moving on Gorgug's cock.
The only thing comes out moments later, and absolutely full of want that it's practically shameless now-- ]
Gorgug.
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He grits his teeth, and he doesn't need to think: a hand goes for Fabian's dick, and he starts pumping him. It's clumsy in spots, working against when Fabian moves his hips to push up and down on his cock, but he works past it, won't complain if Fabian pauses his exercise to receive some attention of his own. Even though Gorgug is already on the cusp, edging, and he doubts he'll be able to make Fabian reach it too before he can hold on.
Whatever Fabian chooses to do, if he's still trying to continue or pauses for Gorgug, there's a desperation, a clue that Gorgug might need to finish first before Fabian, when: ]
I'll suck you-- if you keep going, I'll, you can finish in my mouth, wherever you want, please.
[ Just a tiny clue. ]
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Granted, it's probably for the best that Gorgug is being so obvious here. This situation is not only affecting Gorgug's own capability for thought, but it's very much doing the same for Fabian's, especially with him feeling even more turned on now there's not just Gorgug's dick up his ass, but also the other's hand on his own dick.
He idly bats at that hand, wordlessly telling Gorgug to stop touching him if he wants this. Fabian did stop the moment Gorgug started jerking him off, the feeling making his body feel like it's turning to jelly, like he can't even control it, let alone move.
It's only when the other's hand is off his dick that he can start to move again. ]
Come on. [ It's little more than a whisper at this point, Fabian's voice almost sounding hoarse.
Gorgug can't be far off, he thinks, starting to move as fast as he can, despite exhaustion already starting to set into his muscles, no matter how hard his cock still is right now. ]
Do it. [ A pant. ] Come-- [ Another one. ] Come in me, Gorgug.
[ Because he feels like he might just collapse if the other doesn't do so soon. ]