[ He isn't exactly prepared for when Fabian comes. There's the warning signs, and then there's something hot in Gorgug's mouth that he only realises as something other than everything else going on by the way it comes in contact with the roof of his mouth, but then melding in with the wetness already present.
Until he removes his mouth, once he knows Fabian is coming down from his high. The taste becomes more evident than what he assumes but can't be sure is the saltiness of Fabian's cum, and--he doesn't swallow. Not immediately. Though it means that Gorgug has to breathe through his nostrils, and his forehead rests against Fabian's thigh as he hears Fabian's pants above him.
Gorgug's hand snakes down between his legs, and he starts to jerk himself off. Before Fabian shifts, coming back down to Etraya, to look down on Gorgug below him. He doesn't see him, because while Fabian doesn't close his eye, Gorgug closes the both of his as his pace quickens, his cheeks sucking in and finally building up the courage to swallow. Or something like courage.
And Fabian's speaking to him. And Fabian's telling him to let him help. And he should want him to, the idea of it pleasant to his cock, with parts of his hand calloused from axe-wielding and metal work, and what would it feels like to have Fabian grab and stroke him? His hand new, and it being Fabian pumping away from him-- ]
N-no. [ Still, he declines. Even hurriedly, and he can't explain it to even himself why he says it, though the feeling is there. Maybe if Fabian had been closer, he may have let it happen; or he might've still tried to decline him, all because of that same impulse in him to suck Fabian off in the first place. To offer to show him how much he wanted Fabian, the things he would have done--felt like it should have, after everything he did. Nearly did.
He tilts his head, losing some of Fabian's leg when he moves. And he struggles to do this next part; where he wants to be a coward and to keep his eyes shut with the next words already in his throat. Heart quickening, and it's somewhere in the lust and the last of his depravity that makes him submit and look up at Fabian. ]
Watch me, [ he asks--breathless, staring up at Fabian this way, only able to see him through one of his eyes. It pulses through his dick, and his free hand, trapped by his side and closer to Fabian's lower foot, reaches out to hold around his leg. For no real reason than to touch him, his eye fluttering closed again as his mind just wants to focus on finishing.
And unless Fabian stops him in any way, that's how Gorgug finally climaxes: visualing and playing back every sound and act of the past couple of minutes, his chest rising and falling quicker with his approaching orgasm. He finishes, splattering the bottom of the sofa's faux leather lining, teeth gritted and his moan bitten down as he plants his face against the actual cushioning on the seat between Fabian's legs.
His shoulders showing the progression of his breathing slowing, coming back to somewhere normal. ]
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Until he removes his mouth, once he knows Fabian is coming down from his high. The taste becomes more evident than what he assumes but can't be sure is the saltiness of Fabian's cum, and--he doesn't swallow. Not immediately. Though it means that Gorgug has to breathe through his nostrils, and his forehead rests against Fabian's thigh as he hears Fabian's pants above him.
Gorgug's hand snakes down between his legs, and he starts to jerk himself off. Before Fabian shifts, coming back down to Etraya, to look down on Gorgug below him. He doesn't see him, because while Fabian doesn't close his eye, Gorgug closes the both of his as his pace quickens, his cheeks sucking in and finally building up the courage to swallow. Or something like courage.
And Fabian's speaking to him. And Fabian's telling him to let him help. And he should want him to, the idea of it pleasant to his cock, with parts of his hand calloused from axe-wielding and metal work, and what would it feels like to have Fabian grab and stroke him? His hand new, and it being Fabian pumping away from him-- ]
N-no. [ Still, he declines. Even hurriedly, and he can't explain it to even himself why he says it, though the feeling is there. Maybe if Fabian had been closer, he may have let it happen; or he might've still tried to decline him, all because of that same impulse in him to suck Fabian off in the first place. To offer to show him how much he wanted Fabian, the things he would have done--felt like it should have, after everything he did. Nearly did.
He tilts his head, losing some of Fabian's leg when he moves. And he struggles to do this next part; where he wants to be a coward and to keep his eyes shut with the next words already in his throat. Heart quickening, and it's somewhere in the lust and the last of his depravity that makes him submit and look up at Fabian. ]
Watch me, [ he asks--breathless, staring up at Fabian this way, only able to see him through one of his eyes. It pulses through his dick, and his free hand, trapped by his side and closer to Fabian's lower foot, reaches out to hold around his leg. For no real reason than to touch him, his eye fluttering closed again as his mind just wants to focus on finishing.
And unless Fabian stops him in any way, that's how Gorgug finally climaxes: visualing and playing back every sound and act of the past couple of minutes, his chest rising and falling quicker with his approaching orgasm. He finishes, splattering the bottom of the sofa's faux leather lining, teeth gritted and his moan bitten down as he plants his face against the actual cushioning on the seat between Fabian's legs.
His shoulders showing the progression of his breathing slowing, coming back to somewhere normal. ]