[ Fabian's ramble - unsurprisingly - hasn't managed to calm him down in the slightest. So his reaction to Gorgug's question immediately sounds surprised all over again, the blush still lingering all over his face as Fabian stares at his boyfriend. ]
No! [ .. well, technically that should be yes, but-- it doesn't feel like tricking to Fabian. This shouldn't count. It's not like that is what he was intending to do, you know! ] I just-- I thought you might feel flattered if some random guy was flirting with you! You know? Because you're attractive, and--
[ And Fabian still feels a little guilty for not realizing that sooner. But that's another story entirely, and not one he wants to get into while he's flustered out of his mind and seeing his boyfriend in person for what feels like the first time in days. ]
A--And-- And I wanted to see you!
[ That, at least, is incredibly genuine. Because Fabian really did want to see Gorgug. It's the thing he's been thinking about the most while being stuck on this dumb train. ]
[ Fabian is saying words in an order that might make them an explanation, a reason why it isn't deceit what he did, and yet the humiliation is a bud there inside him. Embarrassment, maybe a little bit of anger, all wound up and refusing to open because--Gorgug knows he should get mad. He doesn't need to be mad, and is he actually mad at Fabian?
He doesn't want to be. He should be happy Fabian's here, and he's trying to tell himself at least to be happy that Fabian came to see him all this way. These feelings-- even he knows it's an overreaction.
So he tries pushing down on them, even if his gawk is now more of a pouting sulk only emphasised by the way his lips sit against his tusks. Gorgug looking at Fabian, and then huffing as he looks away. ]
You could've just kissed me instead. Instead of playing around with me.
[ ...so maybe he can't get the huffiness completely out of him. But it's okay for Fabian, isn't it? He gets to play around more than Gorgug does. ]
At least Fabian does know better than to overthink this. The guy has enough confidence to realize that this doesn't mean that Gorgug didn't want to see him as much as Fabian wanted to see Gorgug. Clearly Gorgug would want to see him. It's instead that Fabian's surprise plan fucked up so much more than Fabian anticipated.
Though that's a worry all of its own. A worry he doesn't even have that much time for, because Fabian knows that there's only so long he can sneak off to here before his absence at his post will be noted. There's no time for a nuanced making up conversation with his boyfriend and a makeout session - and Fabian, simple-minded as he is, really does not want to sacrifice either of those things here. ]
I-- I could kiss you now?
[ :D????
G-Gorgug? Come on? Yes? Doesn't that sound good, pal? ]
[ He could kiss him now-- but he's not. Gorgug looks back at him, and Fabian's expression is one waiting on confirmation than making the move to fix this. He wants him to kiss him; there's an eagerness to make it happen immediately, but Gorgug doesn't yank Fabian to him, to make it happen sooner.
What does is reach out, putting a hand around the back of Fabian's neck to indicate that he should come towards him; allowing Fabian the ability to move himself, not forcing the action upon him. But when their lips meet, it isn't soft; Gorgug's crush against his, his tongue slipping out, close enough to demand entry into his mouth, to take this deeper, sooner, quicker. He's had enough with teasing, with not getting what he wants; like he doesn't want to hear Fabian call him handsome, and he thinks he deserves this, this kiss, a lot more-- does Fabian get the work he's been doing on top of the toys he's been making for his events?
Handsome, he called him. And between the act and the truth of what it was, Gorgug wants the kind of kiss that feeds, that'll leave them panting once they stop, when they finally stop.
With Gorgug's hand still wrapped around Fabian's neck, and his eyes close to watching him--a building sensation in his belly, his hunger not yet satiated. ]
[ Something feels off here. It's not like Fabian is dumb. He can tell. He's just not sure why. Is Gorgug really that annoyed by the approach Fabian took here, even though it feels so relatively inoffensive to him? It can't be that something else has taken over Gorgug yet again, right? Surely there would be rumors going around on the train if that was the case, and Fabian has been keeping his ears out for rumors so much.
Maybe he's just hangry, Fabian thinks. Maybe just kissing will solve this. Maybe it'll be fine then.
So after Gorgug's initial guidance - by putting that hand on his neck - Fabian does move in for the kiss. His body language seems to indicate he's definitely surprised by how quickly it gets intense, but he still doesn't stop it. Fabian parts his lips to allow Gorgug into his mouth, and he kisses the other back as well. Just with slightly less intensity and a bit more confusion mixed into it all, Fabian still unsure of what's happening here.
After a few moments he'll even attempt to break off the kiss for a moment - though it's already lasted for long enough that Fabian's letting out faint pants as he speaks. ]
Gorgug, what's wrong?
[ There's clearly something up here. And, like-- could you at least tell him, bro? Isn't that the lesson they learned after the incident before? More communication and all that? ]
[ He's watching Fabian, longing for some kind of--returned longing, but only being met with a confusion instead, both vocally and physically. It puts a dent in Gorgug's mood, shames that frustration inside him. Not entirely about Fabian, but wanting to direct that energy into him. The intimacy he's missed. The frustration in the situation they're in, being clueless and working on menial tasks for the most part, cramped and tucked away.
What's wrong? He looks down, not knowing how to articulate the emotion inside him; the way he wants to translate it into something physical, and not the kind that involves a fight-- ]
I want more, [ he admits; baring himself in a way where he isn't sure if he'll be understood, or if it's even right for him to be. He remembers the Fabian under him during their spar, or whatever that became, and should be thinking about that? ] I want to-- get you back. Like when we had that fight-- the one you liked.
[ How to explain you want to get rough with your boyfriend while leaving out the core reasoning of why (because he called you handsome). A hand still around his neck but, head still bowed--not yet pushing out that desire from his gut, but refusing to let it consume him.
Because he won't press it if Fabian doesn't want to, and yet-- he wants to. And he hopes that Fabian will. That he'll agree, as small as the possibility might be. ]
[ Even if Gorgug isn't really using all that many words for it, of course Fabian knows what he means. In fact, the very mention of the spar immediately brings the memory back to the forefront of his mind, making a blush spread across the guy's cheeks as he's staring at Gorgug.
(He sure hasn't forgotten. It's like he can feel the sensation of that moment all over again now, even though he's only thinking about the memory.)
And it's not that Fabian doesn't want that. It's not like he hasn't missed Gorgug, and though that feeling is definitely more sappy than anything involved with their brawl, it's not like Fabian would ever genuinely say no to Gorgug shoving him around when he thinks that's kind of hot.
It's just-- He's a little more unsure on whether he should go along with it when he isn't sure if Gorgug is okay? This explanation doesn't really give him much to work with when it comes to reason the answer to that question, after all! ]
I--
[ It's not a no. And Fabian looks flustered enough in that way where it seems like he's kind of into it.
But there's still some faint worry in his eyes too. ]
Right now?
[ B-Bro?? In front of Tony the tiger and the entire train? ]
[ It's not a no. It's a Right now?, and the opening it allows Gorgug gives him reason to look back at Fabian; seeing the fluster that he takes his expression for, and he likes it. Biting on the inside of his lip, the things that he wants to do with that face, caught off-guard.
Gorgug nods. ]
My room's close by.
[ He doesn't turn away his gaze this time, as if to make sure that there's no reluctance here on his part. Wanting Fabian's approval, but wanting as well to hear him speak as nervously as he is now, like they're speaking about something scandalous. Maybe they are. They haven't touched on this kind of sexual play since-- it wasn't meant to be sexual.
There's a lot they haven't touched on. And this might be the most abrupt way to bring it up, but Gorgug can't deny the urge in him, that has a hold of his limbs. Not as spontaneous as it could be (as it could've been, during that spar), but it doesn't ruin the mood for Gorgug.
[ Okay, so not out in the open. Then it's-- Fine. Right? Fabian's brain is kind of a mess right now, so he isn't too sure. It feels like his brain got off the bus a few stops ago, and he's been stuck on this wild ride without said brain ever since.
But even though he's confused, it's not like there's a part of him that doesn't want this. His bed has been feeling so empty every single night, and Fabian does just crave touch right about now. He was more thinking of a hug, or getting some kisses in with Gorgug, but it's clear the other wants a little bit more than that.
(And even now, there's something very attractive about Gorgug having that confidence. Of knowing he wants this, of asking Fabian for it so plainly. And with how busy this mission has been, wouldn't it be nice to just.. let go for a bit? To stop holding onto the reigns so hard and to let Gorgug take them, even if it's just a few moments?
... ]
O-- Oh. Alright.
[ Fabian still seems pretty flustered. Shy, almost. But that shyness doesn't seem like reluctance at all, and if Gorgug starts heading in the direction of said room, then Fabian will obediently follow. ]
[ There's a fluster to Fabian that could be read as hesitance, as uncertainty; as not being sure enough to make a decision. But Gorgug feels that he knows Fabian well enough to accept the answer that he gives him to be able to stand up with it.
Maybe it's more to do with Gorgug's own eagerness, this desire in his stomach that refuses to let go of him, that's driving Gorgug more than anything else. But even as Gorgug takes Fabian's hand--a glance taken to the equipment he was meant to be fixing that he's leaving behind, no more thought than that given to them--and he pulls it to lead the other, there's no greater force behind his grip that would keep Fabian coming along with him if he didn't want to.
Like a repeat of the night where they snuck off to the karaoke room during Heather's party, but with walls of the hall they go down shabby with age, a few missing lights above their head that aren't yet annoying enough to be dealt with as Gorgug takes Fabian to his room. A bare door with nothing but a number, and a keyhole that Gorgug has to let go of Fabian's hand to deal with, pulling a key from his overall pocket to click it open, and then going in first to pull Fabian in.
Not far from the door. Gorgug closes it behind him, locks it quick, giving Fabian about five seconds to see the state of the room with his darkvision. It's no bigger than a student's dorm in comparison to size and accommodations, with a wardrobe in one corner and a mattress and bedside table beside it, hovering larger over where a proper bed should be. The actual frame it needs sits forced into the corner on the opposite side of the room, near where Fabian stands; squeezed next to a desk and chair, currently used to house a few of Gorgug's shirts, with the table top housing the VRs he's been rewiring for Fabian's shows.
Gorgug doesn't turn to any of it, and he doesn't let Fabian wander. A hand takes a hold of his wrist and pulls him to the freshly closed door, pressing his back to it so that Gorgug can crowd him with his body with his gaze falling down on him. Fabian lives in shades of monochrome under his own darkvision, but he can still tell where his lips are, his singular eye, the curve of his cheekbones.
Am I still handsome? he wonders, but doesn't care to ask--because it's an impression he wants to put on the other. He wants to show him why he came down here, whe wants to date him. Why it's Gorgug he's coming down to see.
Gorgug slips a hand around the under side of Fabian's jaw, lifting it to tip his head to see him better. A romantic gesture, maybe, if not for the hand still resting noticebly close to Fabian on the door to keep him closed in. He brings his mouth to Fabian's, and while he doesn't come in as strong as quickly as he had in the mess hall, he's not coy with the way his mouth moves, tongue dipping to meet Fabian's lips, to deepen the kiss into something more than chaste. The hand wrapping around and gripping at the back of his neck, fingers pressing into skin and hair; and his lips crushing, his chest moving in close, pushing Fabian's back even closer to that door that rattles a little to be moved unexpectantly, even with its lock in place.
Gorgug doesn't care about that. There's the colour of red behind his closed eyes, a hunger being allowed to grow with the taste of Fabian on his tongue. The hand on the door moving, slipping away from wood to Fabian's shoulder, down to his side, to pulling on the waistband of his pants as it seems to be seeking, finding some new place to be.
Deciding when to progress, and how. Because Gorgug knows what he wants, but even he needs patience. He needs to take one thing at a time. And Fabian's mouth comes first. ]
[ It's a lot at once. Not that Fabian wasn't kind of expecting it with Gorgug's attitude from a moment ago - but the problem is that the lot at once isn't just Gorgug. It's also Gorgug's room. A room he doesn't get too much time to look at, but even a brief glance is enough for Fabian to be able to tell that he and Gorgug definitely do not have the same kind of room.
Not that Fabian's room is great either. Especially by his standards. It's smaller than his room in the manor, and it's so.. utilitarian. The furniture isn't all that different from what he finds in Gorgug's room here - but at least his has a little bit of space. This room feels utterly full right now, somewhere between him, Gorgug, and all the furniture. Like they can't even move.
Not that Fabian can move in the first place. He's pushed against the door, trapped between it and Gorgug's body. There's lips on his lips, and then when he parts his lips there's tongue against tongue, Gorgug's hands on his body, exploring.
With how fast everything is moving he pants a little, but it's not bad. Fabian can even feel himself getting a little turned on, despite the confusion he's been feeling ever since Gorgug didn't react to his attempt at flirting the way Fabian imagined.
But it's fine. It's-- Maybe he just shouldn't think so much. Maybe that's the problem. If he wants this to happen, then maybe he should just let it happen.
So he tries to think less. Instead he feels. Mostly the overwhelming sensation of Gorgug on him, but..
.. maybe there could still be a little bit more.
Gorgug may have boxed in his body, but Fabian can still use his arms. And so he does. He lifts his hands up, planting them against Gorgug's chest, and he makes a motion as if he's trying to push the other away.
Of course that's not what is really happening here. There's no force in the push. Gorgug knows how strong Fabian is - certainly not as strong as him, but he's not weak - and this isn't even Fabian attempting to go for a real push. It's just him challenging Gorgug a little, trying to show him you think you can do whatever you want with me, but you're not there yet.
[ Gorgug doesn't expect resistance. Maybe he should when he referred to that time before, their spar: when Gorgug wanted to restrain Fabian despite his spitting and kicking, and isn't this just an example of that?
But there's been another kind of Gorgug since then, one that's far more reluctant to push boundaries--even if what he's seeking is to do just that. Still, when the hands press against Gorgug's chest, he stops. The kiss, the wandering limbs; he inches his mouth away, seeking out Fabian's face even in this dark. To listen out for some protest, to see the expression he's making, the mood he seems to be in. Pausing, because there's limits, a line he doesn't want to cross, but he searches to see Fabian's intention before he reads the gesture one way or another.
And he sees Fabian's intent, even through that singular eye, clear as day on his face. Understands, with more awareness than he usually has when it comes to reading people, what Fabian wants: a fight. A push and pull.
There's a flicker of light that crosses Gorgug's eyes, a tell-tale sign of another side of him being stirred as he huffs out annoyance, like he's about to deal with an uppity problem. And he is: by grabbing at one of Fabian's wrists and pressing the two of them chest to chest, trying to close the two of them in together while his other hand rounds Fabian's back to take a hold of him across the shoulders. He can struggle, and a struggle would help--Gorgug, that is. Feeding his most intense emotions, allowing them to rise more to the forefront.
He hasn't let it out in a while, hasn't let it fester and grow inside him. But now he wants it, to pin Fabian just enough so he can turn him around, push his upper body flush to the door and make it bang with the impact of his arm and Fabian's upper torso hitting against it. The lock is being tested, sturdy enough for now, and Gorgug leans it to press his own chest to Fabian's back again. Restricting, his face close to the side of Fabian's head. ]
If I fuck you against the door, everyone's gonna hear you. Everyone'll know. [ It excites him instantly to share, to say out loud, even with the hush voice used to keep it just between them; like he's revealing some deep desire in him, and this just might be. Everyone knowing. Everyone hearing him fuck Fabian. ] You're always loud.
[ The loudest personality he knows. And there's more he could say, but Gorgug wants to know: what that loud mouth will say now. What this loud mouth will try and do, if anything. ]
[ He is absolutely struggling. It doesn't even matter that he knows it'd be futile - it's not about winning the struggle in the first place. It's just that the struggle makes it more fun along the way, forcing Gorgug to have to work harder for him. Like Fabian is - as he believes to be - a prize to be won.
So while Fabian is not surprised that Gorgug manages to wrestle him into that position up against the door anyway, he's proud enough of the way it went down. And not just proud. As he's pressed up against the cold metal and listens to what Gorgug is saying, Fabian can feel himself growing hard. Not exactly the most comfortable position for it to happen in, since he's pressing against the door even harder now, but it's not like he can help it. Does Gorgug even realize how sexy his words are? How much they turn Fabian on?
Not that he's going to admit to that right now. The reason behind that isn't even pride. It's the fact that this clearly isn't over yet, and Fabian refuses to give in so easily. He even contemplates setting off a spell, but that might be taking things a little bit too far - especially in Gorgug's small room. The last thing he'd want to do is to actually get the other into trouble if someone else were to notice that happening in Gorgug's space. ]
Yeah?
[ So he sticks to words first. Despite the way Fabian is trapped between Gorgug and the door, he doesn't sound like it. The half-elf's voice is still full of life, still pretty cocky - like he believes he's actually got a chance here.
He manages to move just a little. Not away from his current spot, but Fabian can move his butt back just a little. Partially to relieve the pressure on his dick, but also so it's his butt that's pressing more tightly against Gorgug - and against a certain spot on the other. ]
That's a big if. [ Fabian moves his butt a little - rubbing it right against the other's crotch. ] Who says that you'll get to?
[ During their spar, when things got out of hand (then again, maybe that isn't the best description), Gorgug had wanted to pin Fabian down and make him plead beneath him. It didn't play out that way, and while the details are fuzzy for Gorgug in the present, he remembers how that initial want was flipped, instead: that Fabian was as much in control under him as Gorgug felt. More so, when Gorgug wanted to listen and feel and be led by Fabian's voice and reactions; when he wanted to know that he liked it, that he wanted it, whatever that thing between them could be called.
(Flirting? Fight flirting?)
It's starting to play out that way here, too. The life in Fabian's voice even on that singular Yeah?, the way he pushes back against Gorgug's groin and teases him, the taunting he commands despite being the one pushed and pinned against the door. It doesn't infuriate him, Fabian's audacity, though it doesn't quell the intensity that's reared itself inside of him, his teeth gritting and a low growl catching between them.
Because he knows Fabian is egging this side of him on, and he enjoys it. His own cock firmer inside his pants, and he juts his hips against the press of Fabian's ass while it's there, eager as he responds verbally as well: ]
You. You want it. You like it when we do this. You came here to me.
[ It might be admitting the control that Fabian has in this scenario, even if his tone is far too crass to make it sound like anything other than a call out. One that turns on Gorgug more and more, the excitement there in his voice despite all the rest.
He wants to continue. But he needs to make Fabian admit to what he wants first before he can, when he'll need his hands free for the task. ]
[ Not a single word of what Gorgug is saying here is a lie. Sure, he didn't necessarily come to Gorgug today for this specifically, considering this isn't something they typically do, but-- it's not like Fabian is complaining right now either, despite the surprise of it all.
How could he complain when Gorgug is pressing right back against him, after all? They haven't even lost any of their clothes, yet Fabian is already massively turned on by what's going on here.
And he wants to moan. He also wants to hear more of those growls from Gorgug. And while it feels a little less embarrassing to admit that when this isn't the first time they're doing this, Fabian doesn't think it's very fun if he makes it easy.
As long as they keep it down enough that no one should check on Gorgug and punish him for doing this instead of working-- then it should be fine, right?
So rather than saying what Gorgug wants him to say, Fabian wriggles a little, like he's trying to escape the other's grasp - though he doesn't seem to be putting all his effort into it - and says: ]
Why should I?
[ Please, Gorgug. He was born to be a brat. You know this. ]
[ Of course Fabian has to draw this out. Has to make Gorgug think about his words, which is the one thing Gorgug hates, even when he isn't in this kind of mood. Fabian struggles against him, and Gorgug doesn't relent on how closely pressed he is to him, doesn't let go of the wrist he still holds, his own arm still trapped between the door and Fabian as a result.
What he does do is let his hand reach down to between Fabian's legs, to feel the bulge there from his hard-on trapped inside his underwear. His breathing heavy near Fabian's ear, Gorgug's lips closer to the pointed top than his face; something disgruntled at first in the way he breathes, or just concentrated, as he tries to feel out Fabian through the layers between his cock and his fingers. Teasing, useless-- ]
'Cause if you don't, [ he finally says, his voice low and tested, ] I'll let you go back out there with your dick hard. You won't get anything.
[ Because in the end, what other options are there? Maybe there's plenty that Fabian has in mind, but for Gorgug, there's nothing more to do if Fabian doesn't agree to this. If he won't take it, try and put offers on the table.
But Gorgug can annoy Fabian just as much as he's annoying him, pawing at his dick, too separated to do anything but brush up against it fruitlessly. There's no real friction, given the type of pants that Fabian often enjoys. ]
[ Fabian is trying to think over here, but-- let's be real, that's becoming increasingly more difficult with the pressure that Gorgug is putting on his crotch right now. Or, actually, it's more about the pressure Gorgug isn't putting on there. Because if only this was a little bit more, then it might actually be satisfying. Maybe Fabian could even have gotten himself off on that touch alone.
But right now it's too little for that, yet too much to ignore fully. It's torture, but at the same time Fabian doesn't want to give in so easily. Isn't that part of the fun? He thinks it's fun for him, anyway - and maybe it might make him more tantalizing to the other. No one wants someone who's a little too desperate for it, right? ]
But then you won't either.
[ Fabian's breathing is definitely harder than before, and he can't hide it when he speaks. It's reflected in his voice, the more husky way he speaks now, not trying to avoid Gorgug's touch, but also not reaching back for the other just yet.
(It'd be kind of difficult anyway in their current positions. Fabian is flexible, sure, but not 'twisting his arms out of their sockets' flexible.) ]
Could you handle that, Gorgug? Weeks more on this train, and nothing to relieve you.
[ Fabian's choices are doing something for Gorgug. He's not being touched, but he could always tease himself, press himself up against Fabian's ass and trick himself into thinking it would do much to grind against him. Gorgug's mind is being more rattled by Fabian's taunting instead, where thinking with anything other than his anger becomes difficult, and it makes even the suggestion that he'll go for weeks without being satisfied boils at his blood, making the noise of his emotions loud between his ears.
He wants to bite him. That's Gorgug's initial urge, and his mouth even parts, his lips snarling with that momentary urge that he cuts off with a hiss near Fabian's ear. He shouldn't bite him, should he? But his mind is still tempted, when all he needs is for Fabian to play along. But he's always got to get under Gorgug's skin, revealing his limits. Firing up something dangerous in him that wants to lose it, to go crazier.
There's no longer any playful touching between Fabian's legs. Instead, Gorgug grabs him after that initial hiss, gripping onto his junk not with a vice grip, but neither with a gentle squeeze, either. ]
Do you want to keep this up? I'm trying to be nice. You don't want me to be nice.
[ Or that's what Gorgug's hearing, and that's how his thoughts are beginning to change; that maybe the door won't be involved after all, because maybe a brat deserves to be pinned down onto a bed and fucked without consideration if he moans or not. Maybe this needs to be less about Fabian, and all about himself. ]
[ Fabian is a fighter, sure. In multiple senses. But even he can't help this much - when Gorgug suddenly grabs him like that, he can't stop the sound from spilling out across his lips. Especially when it isn't very gentle. It means that the sound isn't really a moan as much as it sounds partially surprised by the sudden grasp and also a little pained.
The pain seems more instinctive than anything else though, since it's not like Fabian crumbles under it or anything. It's not even like it's Gorgug's full strength and he knows it. He has seen this guy swing around an axe about as big as Fabian himself all the time. But that still doesn't make the pressure being applied to him right now particularly pleasant either.
A part of Fabian is screaming for him to not take this lying down, some instinctive feeling drilled into him by his father that always speaks up in these situations, but he is still trying to be rational here - despite the proximity of their bodies, and Gorgug's grasp, and Fabian's realization that he would actually really like for Gorgug to go ahead and bite him right now--
Mostly because it's going to get both of them in a lot of trouble if neither of them are being rational right now. There's only so much of a fight they can have in a room this tiny before they break something. Like a wall, knowing Gorgug's strength. That's just not going to end well. ]
Alright, you can-- You can do what you want with me! [ He blurts out.
It's not like Fabian himself doesn't want that, after all. It's just him being truthful. ]
[ Gorgug doesn't want to let go immediately. He might get the reaction--or permission--he's been seeking for the last few minutes, but it doesn't take him out of his anger high when it reaches his ears. Gorgug breathes with his face close to the side of Fabian's head and neck, his body and brain still thinking about punishment, of taking this farther, making him plead more; some kind of darker side to his emotions that peek out for just a second.
But that's not what Gorgug wants. Instead of the hand holding onto Fabian's junk, it's the arm across his chest that eases at the grip he has on him, as Gorgug nuzzles the side of Fabian's face, one of his tusks touching the back of his jawline. The tip of it grazes on skin when Gorgug plants a kiss, another, and then another one, small quick things as he mutters under his breath, ] Good-- good Fabian; you're being good, [ and he finally releases his hold on Fabian's dick, taking a step back to turn to walk over to the small bedside desk that still remains in its proper place.
He opens up a drawer to take out a bottle of lube and a condom, pocketing the latter in his overalls, but also taking the time to undo the first couple of buttons of it when he turns back around, so he can take out his arms and tie them halfway down. He's still got a plain shirt on underneath, and he'll return back to Fabian--
depending on if he's decided to try and do anything, or try anything, in that time when Gorgug finally stopped threatening his junk.
[ Of course it's the arm he's not all that concerned about that's losing pressure. Besides, it's not like Fabian could move even if he'd want to with the grip the other has on his junk at the moment. He's still just.. here, pressed up against the door, letting out little noises each time Gorgug's lips press against his skin and he's being called good.
The true relief only comes after that, when Gorgug releases the grip Fabian was actually more worried about. He's just glad enough that he's still got his dick attached, so of course he's not going to go anywhere. Where is there even to go in this small room? Fabian isn't going through that door when he wants just what Gorgug wants.
He hasn't done anything either though. Hasn't taken off the top of his work uniform or any other part of it - maybe not even for a lack of permission as much as the small space here making undressing a little awkward at the same time as Gorgug is moving around.
And besides, what's the fun in just quickly stripping by himself if Gorgug seems so eager to shove him around?
He stares at Gorgug when the other turns back towards him, still in the same position as before. Licking his lips, considering they suddenly feel very dry. ]
[ He's facing Fabian again now, the lube in his hands, not in any hurry to answer Fabian's point, nor not really bothered by it. There isn't anything different about Fabian's state of dress, but with Gorgug turned back to him, he takes a quiet moment to observe him, to think about what it is he wants: he already knows what he wants, but there's something exciting in sharing it now, a kind of electricity that shoots through him as Gorgug steps closer to the other again. ]
I already did. [ In a sense. ] You ever heard about the spot inside a guy that gets them going if you find it? I wanna find that in you. I want to see how well you can take it.
[ He steps in closer, not with a threatening air about him, but using all of that height to hover over Fabian and to close them together within each other's space. The room is tiny, but the space between them is smaller, Gorgug putting his hands on Fabian's hips, but one giving in so easily and dropping down between his legs with a gentler massage against his cock than before as his head leans in. Smelling his scents, the shampoo of his hair and whatever cologne he's snatched that lingers on his skin. ]
All I want you to do is to feel good, [ he tells him. So good that he'll moan--
so good that he'll be begging Gorgug-- for more, or just saying his name. Turning to real putty under his actions. ]
[ Now that's a tempting proposal. All of it. Fabian is definitely feeling himself involuntarily blushing, and he isn't even sure what specifically is causing it this time. Gorgug's proximity, or the way the other is making himself loom over Fabian, or that touch on his dick, or Gorgug's tone, or maybe the way Fabian can imagine himself surrendering to Gorgug, doing nothing but feeling good..
Gods, can he just go lie down and have that happen now, actually? He wants it so bad. Gorgug can definitely feel Fabian's body reacting to all of this, growing harder under his touch-- and Fabian's hands reach up, latching onto Gorgug's shoulders, clinging to the other. ]
I should probably get back to work soon.. [ He half-teases, but there's no real spirit in it to make it convincing.
Fabian wants this too right now - just as bad as Gorgug himself does. ]
But you should first give it to me. I want it.
[ He's leaning forward a little - his chest pressing against Gorgug's, his still clothed crotch leaning into the other's hand and touch. ]
[ Fabian isn't going back to work soon. Maybe, technically, depending on what soon is--but Gorgug knows the lie in it, the teasing that Fabian's going for, though Gorgug cares more about the hands on his shoulders, his gaze down on him that Fabian's meeting him with. Perhaps he likes his height right now for the dominating presence it allows him, to make Fabian have to look up, even if none of that growing thrill inside him would be complete without Fabian's eye on him, the way his voice is coy, the red on his cheeks.
The way Fabian tells him that he should do it, wants it: it sends a rush through his own dick, and Gorgug drops his head to bring Fabian into a hungry kiss, taking his mouth into a hopefully accepted kiss. Something desperate, quick and needy, as his hand on Fabian's dick pumps quicker for as long as it lasts. Maybe not long enough, but Gorgug's declared his intentions and Fabian wants it, so he pulls away both from the kiss and releases Fabian's dick, tugging down on Fabian's lower wear with a clumsy hand. ]
Turn around, [ he commands, whether Gorgug needs to wait for Fabian to do just that to expose his ass. But he will, giving one of the cheeks a squeeze just to have a quick feel before undoing the cap of the lube, smearing it over his fingers. Fabian can stay standing there, or press himself or hold himself to the wall, but that doesn't matter immediately for Gorgug.
What does are his slightly chilled fingers that he presses teasingly against the soft skin between Fabian's ass, toying at the immediate entrance, preparing for what comes next. Lacking words, but the sound of his breathing can be heard and the heavy focus he's putting into the process--so he can start to put his fingers slowly inside, one at a time. ]
[ It's not even just that Fabian seems to accept all of this, but-- really, he seems eager for it. When Gorgug pulls away from the kiss, there's a moment where Fabian dives back in for just a quick last moment, and when Fabian is asked to turn around, he does so, yes, but he's practically sticking his butt out at Gorgug. He does not have to curve his body like that, yet he does, positioning himself so the other has slightly better access.
For a moment it seems like he's going to attempt to do all that while just standing there. At first it's successful, but once Gorgug's finger actually enters him - right around the time a second one joins the first, really - Fabian has to give up that notion. His body falls forward a little, just enough for his hands to slam against the wall, searching for purchase on there as Gorgug continues to push in his fingers.
Little groans escape Fabian's mouth as he does, along with very short messages, ranging from 'cold' when Gorgug's fingers first go in to slightly more incoherent sounds that are probably meant to be words.
Who knows.
He's not begging (yet) though - as much as he crumbled against the wall just a little bit, Fabian is just taking this as it comes at the moment. At the speed Gorgug is setting. ]
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[ Fabian's ramble - unsurprisingly - hasn't managed to calm him down in the slightest. So his reaction to Gorgug's question immediately sounds surprised all over again, the blush still lingering all over his face as Fabian stares at his boyfriend. ]
No! [ .. well, technically that should be yes, but-- it doesn't feel like tricking to Fabian. This shouldn't count. It's not like that is what he was intending to do, you know! ] I just-- I thought you might feel flattered if some random guy was flirting with you! You know? Because you're attractive, and--
[ And Fabian still feels a little guilty for not realizing that sooner. But that's another story entirely, and not one he wants to get into while he's flustered out of his mind and seeing his boyfriend in person for what feels like the first time in days. ]
A--And-- And I wanted to see you!
[ That, at least, is incredibly genuine. Because Fabian really did want to see Gorgug. It's the thing he's been thinking about the most while being stuck on this dumb train. ]
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He doesn't want to be. He should be happy Fabian's here, and he's trying to tell himself at least to be happy that Fabian came to see him all this way. These feelings-- even he knows it's an overreaction.
So he tries pushing down on them, even if his gawk is now more of a pouting sulk only emphasised by the way his lips sit against his tusks. Gorgug looking at Fabian, and then huffing as he looks away. ]
You could've just kissed me instead. Instead of playing around with me.
[ ...so maybe he can't get the huffiness completely out of him. But it's okay for Fabian, isn't it? He gets to play around more than Gorgug does. ]
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At least Fabian does know better than to overthink this. The guy has enough confidence to realize that this doesn't mean that Gorgug didn't want to see him as much as Fabian wanted to see Gorgug. Clearly Gorgug would want to see him. It's instead that Fabian's surprise plan fucked up so much more than Fabian anticipated.
Though that's a worry all of its own. A worry he doesn't even have that much time for, because Fabian knows that there's only so long he can sneak off to here before his absence at his post will be noted. There's no time for a nuanced making up conversation with his boyfriend and a makeout session - and Fabian, simple-minded as he is, really does not want to sacrifice either of those things here. ]
I-- I could kiss you now?
[ :D????
G-Gorgug? Come on? Yes? Doesn't that sound good, pal? ]
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What does is reach out, putting a hand around the back of Fabian's neck to indicate that he should come towards him; allowing Fabian the ability to move himself, not forcing the action upon him. But when their lips meet, it isn't soft; Gorgug's crush against his, his tongue slipping out, close enough to demand entry into his mouth, to take this deeper, sooner, quicker. He's had enough with teasing, with not getting what he wants; like he doesn't want to hear Fabian call him handsome, and he thinks he deserves this, this kiss, a lot more-- does Fabian get the work he's been doing on top of the toys he's been making for his events?
Handsome, he called him. And between the act and the truth of what it was, Gorgug wants the kind of kiss that feeds, that'll leave them panting once they stop, when they finally stop.
With Gorgug's hand still wrapped around Fabian's neck, and his eyes close to watching him--a building sensation in his belly, his hunger not yet satiated. ]
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Maybe he's just hangry, Fabian thinks. Maybe just kissing will solve this. Maybe it'll be fine then.
So after Gorgug's initial guidance - by putting that hand on his neck - Fabian does move in for the kiss. His body language seems to indicate he's definitely surprised by how quickly it gets intense, but he still doesn't stop it. Fabian parts his lips to allow Gorgug into his mouth, and he kisses the other back as well. Just with slightly less intensity and a bit more confusion mixed into it all, Fabian still unsure of what's happening here.
After a few moments he'll even attempt to break off the kiss for a moment - though it's already lasted for long enough that Fabian's letting out faint pants as he speaks. ]
Gorgug, what's wrong?
[ There's clearly something up here. And, like-- could you at least tell him, bro? Isn't that the lesson they learned after the incident before? More communication and all that? ]
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What's wrong? He looks down, not knowing how to articulate the emotion inside him; the way he wants to translate it into something physical, and not the kind that involves a fight-- ]
I want more, [ he admits; baring himself in a way where he isn't sure if he'll be understood, or if it's even right for him to be. He remembers the Fabian under him during their spar, or whatever that became, and should be thinking about that? ] I want to-- get you back. Like when we had that fight-- the one you liked.
[ How to explain you want to get rough with your boyfriend while leaving out the core reasoning of why (because he called you handsome). A hand still around his neck but, head still bowed--not yet pushing out that desire from his gut, but refusing to let it consume him.
Because he won't press it if Fabian doesn't want to, and yet-- he wants to. And he hopes that Fabian will. That he'll agree, as small as the possibility might be. ]
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[ Even if Gorgug isn't really using all that many words for it, of course Fabian knows what he means. In fact, the very mention of the spar immediately brings the memory back to the forefront of his mind, making a blush spread across the guy's cheeks as he's staring at Gorgug.
(He sure hasn't forgotten. It's like he can feel the sensation of that moment all over again now, even though he's only thinking about the memory.)
And it's not that Fabian doesn't want that. It's not like he hasn't missed Gorgug, and though that feeling is definitely more sappy than anything involved with their brawl, it's not like Fabian would ever genuinely say no to Gorgug shoving him around when he thinks that's kind of hot.
It's just-- He's a little more unsure on whether he should go along with it when he isn't sure if Gorgug is okay? This explanation doesn't really give him much to work with when it comes to reason the answer to that question, after all! ]
I--
[ It's not a no. And Fabian looks flustered enough in that way where it seems like he's kind of into it.
But there's still some faint worry in his eyes too. ]
Right now?
[ B-Bro?? In front of Tony the tiger and the entire train? ]
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Gorgug nods. ]
My room's close by.
[ He doesn't turn away his gaze this time, as if to make sure that there's no reluctance here on his part. Wanting Fabian's approval, but wanting as well to hear him speak as nervously as he is now, like they're speaking about something scandalous. Maybe they are. They haven't touched on this kind of sexual play since-- it wasn't meant to be sexual.
There's a lot they haven't touched on. And this might be the most abrupt way to bring it up, but Gorgug can't deny the urge in him, that has a hold of his limbs. Not as spontaneous as it could be (as it could've been, during that spar), but it doesn't ruin the mood for Gorgug.
Not at all. ]
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But even though he's confused, it's not like there's a part of him that doesn't want this. His bed has been feeling so empty every single night, and Fabian does just crave touch right about now. He was more thinking of a hug, or getting some kisses in with Gorgug, but it's clear the other wants a little bit more than that.
(And even now, there's something very attractive about Gorgug having that confidence. Of knowing he wants this, of asking Fabian for it so plainly. And with how busy this mission has been, wouldn't it be nice to just.. let go for a bit? To stop holding onto the reigns so hard and to let Gorgug take them, even if it's just a few moments?
... ]
O-- Oh. Alright.
[ Fabian still seems pretty flustered. Shy, almost. But that shyness doesn't seem like reluctance at all, and if Gorgug starts heading in the direction of said room, then Fabian will obediently follow. ]
S-Sure.
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Maybe it's more to do with Gorgug's own eagerness, this desire in his stomach that refuses to let go of him, that's driving Gorgug more than anything else. But even as Gorgug takes Fabian's hand--a glance taken to the equipment he was meant to be fixing that he's leaving behind, no more thought than that given to them--and he pulls it to lead the other, there's no greater force behind his grip that would keep Fabian coming along with him if he didn't want to.
Like a repeat of the night where they snuck off to the karaoke room during Heather's party, but with walls of the hall they go down shabby with age, a few missing lights above their head that aren't yet annoying enough to be dealt with as Gorgug takes Fabian to his room. A bare door with nothing but a number, and a keyhole that Gorgug has to let go of Fabian's hand to deal with, pulling a key from his overall pocket to click it open, and then going in first to pull Fabian in.
Not far from the door. Gorgug closes it behind him, locks it quick, giving Fabian about five seconds to see the state of the room with his darkvision. It's no bigger than a student's dorm in comparison to size and accommodations, with a wardrobe in one corner and a mattress and bedside table beside it, hovering larger over where a proper bed should be. The actual frame it needs sits forced into the corner on the opposite side of the room, near where Fabian stands; squeezed next to a desk and chair, currently used to house a few of Gorgug's shirts, with the table top housing the VRs he's been rewiring for Fabian's shows.
Gorgug doesn't turn to any of it, and he doesn't let Fabian wander. A hand takes a hold of his wrist and pulls him to the freshly closed door, pressing his back to it so that Gorgug can crowd him with his body with his gaze falling down on him. Fabian lives in shades of monochrome under his own darkvision, but he can still tell where his lips are, his singular eye, the curve of his cheekbones.
Am I still handsome? he wonders, but doesn't care to ask--because it's an impression he wants to put on the other. He wants to show him why he came down here, whe wants to date him. Why it's Gorgug he's coming down to see.
Gorgug slips a hand around the under side of Fabian's jaw, lifting it to tip his head to see him better. A romantic gesture, maybe, if not for the hand still resting noticebly close to Fabian on the door to keep him closed in. He brings his mouth to Fabian's, and while he doesn't come in as strong as quickly as he had in the mess hall, he's not coy with the way his mouth moves, tongue dipping to meet Fabian's lips, to deepen the kiss into something more than chaste. The hand wrapping around and gripping at the back of his neck, fingers pressing into skin and hair; and his lips crushing, his chest moving in close, pushing Fabian's back even closer to that door that rattles a little to be moved unexpectantly, even with its lock in place.
Gorgug doesn't care about that. There's the colour of red behind his closed eyes, a hunger being allowed to grow with the taste of Fabian on his tongue. The hand on the door moving, slipping away from wood to Fabian's shoulder, down to his side, to pulling on the waistband of his pants as it seems to be seeking, finding some new place to be.
Deciding when to progress, and how. Because Gorgug knows what he wants, but even he needs patience. He needs to take one thing at a time. And Fabian's mouth comes first. ]
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Not that Fabian's room is great either. Especially by his standards. It's smaller than his room in the manor, and it's so.. utilitarian. The furniture isn't all that different from what he finds in Gorgug's room here - but at least his has a little bit of space. This room feels utterly full right now, somewhere between him, Gorgug, and all the furniture. Like they can't even move.
Not that Fabian can move in the first place. He's pushed against the door, trapped between it and Gorgug's body. There's lips on his lips, and then when he parts his lips there's tongue against tongue, Gorgug's hands on his body, exploring.
With how fast everything is moving he pants a little, but it's not bad. Fabian can even feel himself getting a little turned on, despite the confusion he's been feeling ever since Gorgug didn't react to his attempt at flirting the way Fabian imagined.
But it's fine. It's-- Maybe he just shouldn't think so much. Maybe that's the problem. If he wants this to happen, then maybe he should just let it happen.
So he tries to think less. Instead he feels. Mostly the overwhelming sensation of Gorgug on him, but..
.. maybe there could still be a little bit more.
Gorgug may have boxed in his body, but Fabian can still use his arms. And so he does. He lifts his hands up, planting them against Gorgug's chest, and he makes a motion as if he's trying to push the other away.
Of course that's not what is really happening here. There's no force in the push. Gorgug knows how strong Fabian is - certainly not as strong as him, but he's not weak - and this isn't even Fabian attempting to go for a real push. It's just him challenging Gorgug a little, trying to show him you think you can do whatever you want with me, but you're not there yet.
A challenge. ]
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But there's been another kind of Gorgug since then, one that's far more reluctant to push boundaries--even if what he's seeking is to do just that. Still, when the hands press against Gorgug's chest, he stops. The kiss, the wandering limbs; he inches his mouth away, seeking out Fabian's face even in this dark. To listen out for some protest, to see the expression he's making, the mood he seems to be in. Pausing, because there's limits, a line he doesn't want to cross, but he searches to see Fabian's intention before he reads the gesture one way or another.
And he sees Fabian's intent, even through that singular eye, clear as day on his face. Understands, with more awareness than he usually has when it comes to reading people, what Fabian wants: a fight. A push and pull.
There's a flicker of light that crosses Gorgug's eyes, a tell-tale sign of another side of him being stirred as he huffs out annoyance, like he's about to deal with an uppity problem. And he is: by grabbing at one of Fabian's wrists and pressing the two of them chest to chest, trying to close the two of them in together while his other hand rounds Fabian's back to take a hold of him across the shoulders. He can struggle, and a struggle would help--Gorgug, that is. Feeding his most intense emotions, allowing them to rise more to the forefront.
He hasn't let it out in a while, hasn't let it fester and grow inside him. But now he wants it, to pin Fabian just enough so he can turn him around, push his upper body flush to the door and make it bang with the impact of his arm and Fabian's upper torso hitting against it. The lock is being tested, sturdy enough for now, and Gorgug leans it to press his own chest to Fabian's back again. Restricting, his face close to the side of Fabian's head. ]
If I fuck you against the door, everyone's gonna hear you. Everyone'll know. [ It excites him instantly to share, to say out loud, even with the hush voice used to keep it just between them; like he's revealing some deep desire in him, and this just might be. Everyone knowing. Everyone hearing him fuck Fabian. ] You're always loud.
[ The loudest personality he knows. And there's more he could say, but Gorgug wants to know: what that loud mouth will say now. What this loud mouth will try and do, if anything. ]
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So while Fabian is not surprised that Gorgug manages to wrestle him into that position up against the door anyway, he's proud enough of the way it went down. And not just proud. As he's pressed up against the cold metal and listens to what Gorgug is saying, Fabian can feel himself growing hard. Not exactly the most comfortable position for it to happen in, since he's pressing against the door even harder now, but it's not like he can help it. Does Gorgug even realize how sexy his words are? How much they turn Fabian on?
Not that he's going to admit to that right now. The reason behind that isn't even pride. It's the fact that this clearly isn't over yet, and Fabian refuses to give in so easily. He even contemplates setting off a spell, but that might be taking things a little bit too far - especially in Gorgug's small room. The last thing he'd want to do is to actually get the other into trouble if someone else were to notice that happening in Gorgug's space. ]
Yeah?
[ So he sticks to words first. Despite the way Fabian is trapped between Gorgug and the door, he doesn't sound like it. The half-elf's voice is still full of life, still pretty cocky - like he believes he's actually got a chance here.
He manages to move just a little. Not away from his current spot, but Fabian can move his butt back just a little. Partially to relieve the pressure on his dick, but also so it's his butt that's pressing more tightly against Gorgug - and against a certain spot on the other. ]
That's a big if. [ Fabian moves his butt a little - rubbing it right against the other's crotch. ] Who says that you'll get to?
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(Flirting? Fight flirting?)
It's starting to play out that way here, too. The life in Fabian's voice even on that singular Yeah?, the way he pushes back against Gorgug's groin and teases him, the taunting he commands despite being the one pushed and pinned against the door. It doesn't infuriate him, Fabian's audacity, though it doesn't quell the intensity that's reared itself inside of him, his teeth gritting and a low growl catching between them.
Because he knows Fabian is egging this side of him on, and he enjoys it. His own cock firmer inside his pants, and he juts his hips against the press of Fabian's ass while it's there, eager as he responds verbally as well: ]
You. You want it. You like it when we do this. You came here to me.
[ It might be admitting the control that Fabian has in this scenario, even if his tone is far too crass to make it sound like anything other than a call out. One that turns on Gorgug more and more, the excitement there in his voice despite all the rest.
He wants to continue. But he needs to make Fabian admit to what he wants first before he can, when he'll need his hands free for the task. ]
Tell me you want me to make you moan.
[ Such a simple request. ]
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How could he complain when Gorgug is pressing right back against him, after all? They haven't even lost any of their clothes, yet Fabian is already massively turned on by what's going on here.
And he wants to moan. He also wants to hear more of those growls from Gorgug. And while it feels a little less embarrassing to admit that when this isn't the first time they're doing this, Fabian doesn't think it's very fun if he makes it easy.
As long as they keep it down enough that no one should check on Gorgug and punish him for doing this instead of working-- then it should be fine, right?
So rather than saying what Gorgug wants him to say, Fabian wriggles a little, like he's trying to escape the other's grasp - though he doesn't seem to be putting all his effort into it - and says: ]
Why should I?
[ Please, Gorgug. He was born to be a brat. You know this. ]
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What he does do is let his hand reach down to between Fabian's legs, to feel the bulge there from his hard-on trapped inside his underwear. His breathing heavy near Fabian's ear, Gorgug's lips closer to the pointed top than his face; something disgruntled at first in the way he breathes, or just concentrated, as he tries to feel out Fabian through the layers between his cock and his fingers. Teasing, useless-- ]
'Cause if you don't, [ he finally says, his voice low and tested, ] I'll let you go back out there with your dick hard. You won't get anything.
[ Because in the end, what other options are there? Maybe there's plenty that Fabian has in mind, but for Gorgug, there's nothing more to do if Fabian doesn't agree to this. If he won't take it, try and put offers on the table.
But Gorgug can annoy Fabian just as much as he's annoying him, pawing at his dick, too separated to do anything but brush up against it fruitlessly. There's no real friction, given the type of pants that Fabian often enjoys. ]
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But right now it's too little for that, yet too much to ignore fully. It's torture, but at the same time Fabian doesn't want to give in so easily. Isn't that part of the fun? He thinks it's fun for him, anyway - and maybe it might make him more tantalizing to the other. No one wants someone who's a little too desperate for it, right? ]
But then you won't either.
[ Fabian's breathing is definitely harder than before, and he can't hide it when he speaks. It's reflected in his voice, the more husky way he speaks now, not trying to avoid Gorgug's touch, but also not reaching back for the other just yet.
(It'd be kind of difficult anyway in their current positions. Fabian is flexible, sure, but not 'twisting his arms out of their sockets' flexible.) ]
Could you handle that, Gorgug? Weeks more on this train, and nothing to relieve you.
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He wants to bite him. That's Gorgug's initial urge, and his mouth even parts, his lips snarling with that momentary urge that he cuts off with a hiss near Fabian's ear. He shouldn't bite him, should he? But his mind is still tempted, when all he needs is for Fabian to play along. But he's always got to get under Gorgug's skin, revealing his limits. Firing up something dangerous in him that wants to lose it, to go crazier.
There's no longer any playful touching between Fabian's legs. Instead, Gorgug grabs him after that initial hiss, gripping onto his junk not with a vice grip, but neither with a gentle squeeze, either. ]
Do you want to keep this up? I'm trying to be nice. You don't want me to be nice.
[ Or that's what Gorgug's hearing, and that's how his thoughts are beginning to change; that maybe the door won't be involved after all, because maybe a brat deserves to be pinned down onto a bed and fucked without consideration if he moans or not. Maybe this needs to be less about Fabian, and all about himself. ]
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[ Fabian is a fighter, sure. In multiple senses. But even he can't help this much - when Gorgug suddenly grabs him like that, he can't stop the sound from spilling out across his lips. Especially when it isn't very gentle. It means that the sound isn't really a moan as much as it sounds partially surprised by the sudden grasp and also a little pained.
The pain seems more instinctive than anything else though, since it's not like Fabian crumbles under it or anything. It's not even like it's Gorgug's full strength and he knows it. He has seen this guy swing around an axe about as big as Fabian himself all the time. But that still doesn't make the pressure being applied to him right now particularly pleasant either.
A part of Fabian is screaming for him to not take this lying down, some instinctive feeling drilled into him by his father that always speaks up in these situations, but he is still trying to be rational here - despite the proximity of their bodies, and Gorgug's grasp, and Fabian's realization that he would actually really like for Gorgug to go ahead and bite him right now--
Mostly because it's going to get both of them in a lot of trouble if neither of them are being rational right now. There's only so much of a fight they can have in a room this tiny before they break something. Like a wall, knowing Gorgug's strength. That's just not going to end well. ]
Alright, you can-- You can do what you want with me! [ He blurts out.
It's not like Fabian himself doesn't want that, after all. It's just him being truthful. ]
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But that's not what Gorgug wants. Instead of the hand holding onto Fabian's junk, it's the arm across his chest that eases at the grip he has on him, as Gorgug nuzzles the side of Fabian's face, one of his tusks touching the back of his jawline. The tip of it grazes on skin when Gorgug plants a kiss, another, and then another one, small quick things as he mutters under his breath, ] Good-- good Fabian; you're being good, [ and he finally releases his hold on Fabian's dick, taking a step back to turn to walk over to the small bedside desk that still remains in its proper place.
He opens up a drawer to take out a bottle of lube and a condom, pocketing the latter in his overalls, but also taking the time to undo the first couple of buttons of it when he turns back around, so he can take out his arms and tie them halfway down. He's still got a plain shirt on underneath, and he'll return back to Fabian--
depending on if he's decided to try and do anything, or try anything, in that time when Gorgug finally stopped threatening his junk.
Are you still being good, Fabian? ]
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The true relief only comes after that, when Gorgug releases the grip Fabian was actually more worried about. He's just glad enough that he's still got his dick attached, so of course he's not going to go anywhere. Where is there even to go in this small room? Fabian isn't going through that door when he wants just what Gorgug wants.
He hasn't done anything either though. Hasn't taken off the top of his work uniform or any other part of it - maybe not even for a lack of permission as much as the small space here making undressing a little awkward at the same time as Gorgug is moving around.
And besides, what's the fun in just quickly stripping by himself if Gorgug seems so eager to shove him around?
He stares at Gorgug when the other turns back towards him, still in the same position as before. Licking his lips, considering they suddenly feel very dry. ]
You do have to tell me what you want, you know.
[ How else is he supposed to do it! ]
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I already did. [ In a sense. ] You ever heard about the spot inside a guy that gets them going if you find it? I wanna find that in you. I want to see how well you can take it.
[ He steps in closer, not with a threatening air about him, but using all of that height to hover over Fabian and to close them together within each other's space. The room is tiny, but the space between them is smaller, Gorgug putting his hands on Fabian's hips, but one giving in so easily and dropping down between his legs with a gentler massage against his cock than before as his head leans in. Smelling his scents, the shampoo of his hair and whatever cologne he's snatched that lingers on his skin. ]
All I want you to do is to feel good, [ he tells him. So good that he'll moan--
so good that he'll be begging Gorgug-- for more, or just saying his name. Turning to real putty under his actions. ]
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Gods, can he just go lie down and have that happen now, actually? He wants it so bad. Gorgug can definitely feel Fabian's body reacting to all of this, growing harder under his touch-- and Fabian's hands reach up, latching onto Gorgug's shoulders, clinging to the other. ]
I should probably get back to work soon.. [ He half-teases, but there's no real spirit in it to make it convincing.
Fabian wants this too right now - just as bad as Gorgug himself does. ]
But you should first give it to me. I want it.
[ He's leaning forward a little - his chest pressing against Gorgug's, his still clothed crotch leaning into the other's hand and touch. ]
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The way Fabian tells him that he should do it, wants it: it sends a rush through his own dick, and Gorgug drops his head to bring Fabian into a hungry kiss, taking his mouth into a hopefully accepted kiss. Something desperate, quick and needy, as his hand on Fabian's dick pumps quicker for as long as it lasts. Maybe not long enough, but Gorgug's declared his intentions and Fabian wants it, so he pulls away both from the kiss and releases Fabian's dick, tugging down on Fabian's lower wear with a clumsy hand. ]
Turn around, [ he commands, whether Gorgug needs to wait for Fabian to do just that to expose his ass. But he will, giving one of the cheeks a squeeze just to have a quick feel before undoing the cap of the lube, smearing it over his fingers. Fabian can stay standing there, or press himself or hold himself to the wall, but that doesn't matter immediately for Gorgug.
What does are his slightly chilled fingers that he presses teasingly against the soft skin between Fabian's ass, toying at the immediate entrance, preparing for what comes next. Lacking words, but the sound of his breathing can be heard and the heavy focus he's putting into the process--so he can start to put his fingers slowly inside, one at a time. ]
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For a moment it seems like he's going to attempt to do all that while just standing there. At first it's successful, but once Gorgug's finger actually enters him - right around the time a second one joins the first, really - Fabian has to give up that notion. His body falls forward a little, just enough for his hands to slam against the wall, searching for purchase on there as Gorgug continues to push in his fingers.
Little groans escape Fabian's mouth as he does, along with very short messages, ranging from 'cold' when Gorgug's fingers first go in to slightly more incoherent sounds that are probably meant to be words.
Who knows.
He's not begging (yet) though - as much as he crumbled against the wall just a little bit, Fabian is just taking this as it comes at the moment. At the speed Gorgug is setting. ]
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