[ Gorgug lets himself forget about reality for a while; Fabian's thigh close to his head, but his eyes are closed, his breathing coming down from the same high that his orgasm took him to. But even with his blissful ignorance, Gorgug is aware of the touch of fingers through his hair, and then the sound of lips pressed to his scalp, or as close as they can reach.
As Fabian leans back, Gorgug opens up his eye to follow after him, and then another as he finally moves himself off from his resting position, picking himself back up, still resting on his knees. He glances once at himself and his state of undress, but he isn't too shy about it, when the other guy with you is just as naked. ]
...You're welcome? [ Gorgug touches at his cheek, rubbing off where he feels pieces of hair clinging there, or that might be his imagination. He doesn't know how to respond any better, and he's trying to figure out where he is himself, mentally; looking at Fabian (both his face and his body), and then off to the side. Oh, there's his shirt over there.
His first decision: to get up off the floor. There is a terrible smear of gunk now on said floor, but Gorgug's just going to ignore that as he uses the sofa to hoist himself, turning around and sitting, and then--tucking himself inside his briefs. ]
So... [ So... ] Was that because you liked this place a lot, or, you've... wanted to have sex for a while?
[ Because that sure happened, is how Gorgug's mind is reflecting back on events. There's a lot more it's picking up than just that, like how Gorgug himself acted, but-- he can give himself a break right now. His body is allowing him that, skin still hot off from the activity, that he doesn't even immediately think about putting his shirt back on. ]
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As Fabian leans back, Gorgug opens up his eye to follow after him, and then another as he finally moves himself off from his resting position, picking himself back up, still resting on his knees. He glances once at himself and his state of undress, but he isn't too shy about it, when the other guy with you is just as naked. ]
...You're welcome? [ Gorgug touches at his cheek, rubbing off where he feels pieces of hair clinging there, or that might be his imagination. He doesn't know how to respond any better, and he's trying to figure out where he is himself, mentally; looking at Fabian (both his face and his body), and then off to the side. Oh, there's his shirt over there.
His first decision: to get up off the floor. There is a terrible smear of gunk now on said floor, but Gorgug's just going to ignore that as he uses the sofa to hoist himself, turning around and sitting, and then--tucking himself inside his briefs. ]
So... [ So... ] Was that because you liked this place a lot, or, you've... wanted to have sex for a while?
[ Because that sure happened, is how Gorgug's mind is reflecting back on events. There's a lot more it's picking up than just that, like how Gorgug himself acted, but-- he can give himself a break right now. His body is allowing him that, skin still hot off from the activity, that he doesn't even immediately think about putting his shirt back on. ]