[ He's facing Fabian again now, the lube in his hands, not in any hurry to answer Fabian's point, nor not really bothered by it. There isn't anything different about Fabian's state of dress, but with Gorgug turned back to him, he takes a quiet moment to observe him, to think about what it is he wants: he already knows what he wants, but there's something exciting in sharing it now, a kind of electricity that shoots through him as Gorgug steps closer to the other again. ]

I already did. [ In a sense. ] You ever heard about the spot inside a guy that gets them going if you find it? I wanna find that in you. I want to see how well you can take it.

[ He steps in closer, not with a threatening air about him, but using all of that height to hover over Fabian and to close them together within each other's space. The room is tiny, but the space between them is smaller, Gorgug putting his hands on Fabian's hips, but one giving in so easily and dropping down between his legs with a gentler massage against his cock than before as his head leans in. Smelling his scents, the shampoo of his hair and whatever cologne he's snatched that lingers on his skin. ]

All I want you to do is to feel good, [ he tells him. So good that he'll moan--

so good that he'll be begging Gorgug-- for more, or just saying his name. Turning to real putty under his actions. ]