[ Fabian's choices are doing something for Gorgug. He's not being touched, but he could always tease himself, press himself up against Fabian's ass and trick himself into thinking it would do much to grind against him. Gorgug's mind is being more rattled by Fabian's taunting instead, where thinking with anything other than his anger becomes difficult, and it makes even the suggestion that he'll go for weeks without being satisfied boils at his blood, making the noise of his emotions loud between his ears.
He wants to bite him. That's Gorgug's initial urge, and his mouth even parts, his lips snarling with that momentary urge that he cuts off with a hiss near Fabian's ear. He shouldn't bite him, should he? But his mind is still tempted, when all he needs is for Fabian to play along. But he's always got to get under Gorgug's skin, revealing his limits. Firing up something dangerous in him that wants to lose it, to go crazier.
There's no longer any playful touching between Fabian's legs. Instead, Gorgug grabs him after that initial hiss, gripping onto his junk not with a vice grip, but neither with a gentle squeeze, either. ]
Do you want to keep this up? I'm trying to be nice. You don't want me to be nice.
[ Or that's what Gorgug's hearing, and that's how his thoughts are beginning to change; that maybe the door won't be involved after all, because maybe a brat deserves to be pinned down onto a bed and fucked without consideration if he moans or not. Maybe this needs to be less about Fabian, and all about himself. ]
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He wants to bite him. That's Gorgug's initial urge, and his mouth even parts, his lips snarling with that momentary urge that he cuts off with a hiss near Fabian's ear. He shouldn't bite him, should he? But his mind is still tempted, when all he needs is for Fabian to play along. But he's always got to get under Gorgug's skin, revealing his limits. Firing up something dangerous in him that wants to lose it, to go crazier.
There's no longer any playful touching between Fabian's legs. Instead, Gorgug grabs him after that initial hiss, gripping onto his junk not with a vice grip, but neither with a gentle squeeze, either. ]
Do you want to keep this up? I'm trying to be nice. You don't want me to be nice.
[ Or that's what Gorgug's hearing, and that's how his thoughts are beginning to change; that maybe the door won't be involved after all, because maybe a brat deserves to be pinned down onto a bed and fucked without consideration if he moans or not. Maybe this needs to be less about Fabian, and all about himself. ]