[ Fabian's sounds above him are so gratifying. Not just the words, even though they stir inside Gorgug a more degenerate side to him that wriggles itself more free, but that also might have something to do with the state that Gorgug's in already. He feels the fingers in his hair, keeping hold without a pressure that he's decided that he wants, but that's hard to ask for with his mouth full. And when Fabian's asking him to keep going, how can he stop?
Not immediately, anyway. And he knows he'll have to make it up to Fabian if he does. Letting go of his own dick, in a poor sorry state of its own, so he feels less unbalanced when he finally does slide Fabian out of his mouth. Even if he just rests it on a leg while the hand already holding onto Fabian's cock starts pumping along it, using the saliva from his work so far to make it slick, easier to slide up and down, up and down.
And Gorgug takes this time to look up, lips still close to the member he's jerking off right now. ]
Pull on my hair. [ He hasn't made many requests, not ones for his own gratification, but he's doing it now, voice needy, a plea that's as much spoken as it is reflected in his gaze up at Fabian. ] Please. You can do whatever you want to me... say whatever you want...
[ He might be babbling himself, too, searching for words to please Fabian, to make him respond well. To make him happy. Even being on the floor under him was a choice, but one as much for Fabian as it was for himself. Because he might've been the one digging his tusks into Fabian's skin, but it was Fabian's taunt of make me that really set Gorgug off that day. That defiance from under him, wishing to hear more, make Fabian say more.
All of the control is in Fabian's hands in this moment, where there isn't even the question of Gorgug taking away his attention on Fabian's dick present, with him already slowing his hand to lick along the veins thick on the underside.
And soon, returning his dick back inside his mouth. ]
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Not immediately, anyway. And he knows he'll have to make it up to Fabian if he does. Letting go of his own dick, in a poor sorry state of its own, so he feels less unbalanced when he finally does slide Fabian out of his mouth. Even if he just rests it on a leg while the hand already holding onto Fabian's cock starts pumping along it, using the saliva from his work so far to make it slick, easier to slide up and down, up and down.
And Gorgug takes this time to look up, lips still close to the member he's jerking off right now. ]
Pull on my hair. [ He hasn't made many requests, not ones for his own gratification, but he's doing it now, voice needy, a plea that's as much spoken as it is reflected in his gaze up at Fabian. ] Please. You can do whatever you want to me... say whatever you want...
[ He might be babbling himself, too, searching for words to please Fabian, to make him respond well. To make him happy. Even being on the floor under him was a choice, but one as much for Fabian as it was for himself. Because he might've been the one digging his tusks into Fabian's skin, but it was Fabian's taunt of make me that really set Gorgug off that day. That defiance from under him, wishing to hear more, make Fabian say more.
All of the control is in Fabian's hands in this moment, where there isn't even the question of Gorgug taking away his attention on Fabian's dick present, with him already slowing his hand to lick along the veins thick on the underside.
And soon, returning his dick back inside his mouth. ]