[ Fabian calls him hot, and Gorgug stares at him. Which he was already doing, so it isn't a big change, but there's an interest, a delight in his curiosity. Because Fabian is saying he looks hot, and it's something new for him. To imagine--or not to even imagine--Fabian seeing him that way. Is he just drunk on the need to get off? On hormones? Could anyone be hot to Fabian in this moment so long as they were offering to put his dick in their mouth?
Gorgug doesn't care. If Fabian's drunk, then so is Gorgug, and he wants more of Fabian, of what he has to offer. Gorgug listens when he's told to move, looking down with his mind half on his jeans and the button he has to pop undone to get anywhere with his zip, but then quickly looking back. Watching as Fabian's pants drop, and the entire state of undress displayed before him--and it makes Gorgug register how fully clothed he is in comparison. And that isn't fair, is it?
So his shirt comes off over his head, chucked aside and landing on the table in the centre of the booth. The table that is deciding a lot about how they move, or Gorgug specifically. He waits until Fabian sits back down, both with admiration and anticipation; because of the dick on full display, and sure, he's never sucked off a guy before, but it won't be his first time going down on someone. And there's something to be said about listening to a guy want you and seeing the result of your time together hard and dripping, and-- Gorgug thinks he's pretty okay with dicks, actually.
He's been sure of that for a while, but this is on its way to cementing it.
Fabian comes back down, and Gorgug slips down off the seating with a lean to get as close to between Fabian's legs as he can. The air reaching more of his skin, and his own dick finally comes free as he tugs down on the zip and reaches in until the elastic of his boxers snap snug around his balls. It distracts Gorgug from dealing with Fabian immediately--his own dick aching to be touched, the few strokes that he gives himself as he sits kneeling before Fabian and his own erect state--but he tries to be quick, his eyes not straying from what's in front of him, his free hand touching Fabian's bare thigh.
He asked Fabian if he could suck him, but this would be the first time he would be doing it--for anyone. The how of the moment is buzzing in his mind, but it's not as strong as the want in there too, and so Gorgug leans forward, moving the hand from Fabian's thigh to around the base of his dick, not even bothering to jerk him off. He holds him to help line his mouth, the head of Fabian's cock coming flush against his tongue, tasting the salty residue of cum as it slides down further inside. He has some sense of what to do, if only from being on the other side--Fabian's side--in the past, and though the logistics of it still need to be worked out...
...those parts, Gorgug's more than willing to work out in the action. Because with his own dick in his hand and with Fabian in his mouth, just having the other against his tongue is--what he wants. Fabian's cock is hot in him, and he'll happily stop giving himself the occasional tug or squeeze just to let him slip up and down against his tongue; before he wraps his lips around him firmer, already wet and finding it easy to glide along Fabian's length.
He'll sacrifice caring about his own dick for this. For having Fabian hot and thick inside him, and the opportunity it brings to make him cum. ]
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Gorgug doesn't care. If Fabian's drunk, then so is Gorgug, and he wants more of Fabian, of what he has to offer. Gorgug listens when he's told to move, looking down with his mind half on his jeans and the button he has to pop undone to get anywhere with his zip, but then quickly looking back. Watching as Fabian's pants drop, and the entire state of undress displayed before him--and it makes Gorgug register how fully clothed he is in comparison. And that isn't fair, is it?
So his shirt comes off over his head, chucked aside and landing on the table in the centre of the booth. The table that is deciding a lot about how they move, or Gorgug specifically. He waits until Fabian sits back down, both with admiration and anticipation; because of the dick on full display, and sure, he's never sucked off a guy before, but it won't be his first time going down on someone. And there's something to be said about listening to a guy want you and seeing the result of your time together hard and dripping, and-- Gorgug thinks he's pretty okay with dicks, actually.
He's been sure of that for a while, but this is on its way to cementing it.
Fabian comes back down, and Gorgug slips down off the seating with a lean to get as close to between Fabian's legs as he can. The air reaching more of his skin, and his own dick finally comes free as he tugs down on the zip and reaches in until the elastic of his boxers snap snug around his balls. It distracts Gorgug from dealing with Fabian immediately--his own dick aching to be touched, the few strokes that he gives himself as he sits kneeling before Fabian and his own erect state--but he tries to be quick, his eyes not straying from what's in front of him, his free hand touching Fabian's bare thigh.
He asked Fabian if he could suck him, but this would be the first time he would be doing it--for anyone. The how of the moment is buzzing in his mind, but it's not as strong as the want in there too, and so Gorgug leans forward, moving the hand from Fabian's thigh to around the base of his dick, not even bothering to jerk him off. He holds him to help line his mouth, the head of Fabian's cock coming flush against his tongue, tasting the salty residue of cum as it slides down further inside. He has some sense of what to do, if only from being on the other side--Fabian's side--in the past, and though the logistics of it still need to be worked out...
...those parts, Gorgug's more than willing to work out in the action. Because with his own dick in his hand and with Fabian in his mouth, just having the other against his tongue is--what he wants. Fabian's cock is hot in him, and he'll happily stop giving himself the occasional tug or squeeze just to let him slip up and down against his tongue; before he wraps his lips around him firmer, already wet and finding it easy to glide along Fabian's length.
He'll sacrifice caring about his own dick for this. For having Fabian hot and thick inside him, and the opportunity it brings to make him cum. ]