[ 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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[ 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. ]