[ 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.
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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. ]