[ 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. ]
[ Gorgug listens, but he knows not to expect much so soon. Fabian is stubborn, but Gorgug hasn't given him a lot to get him going just yet. That's alright; despite the certain threat posed before if Fabian didn't behave, Gorgug is careful as he massages a finger in, giving Fabian the time to relax his inner muscles, and for his body to accept him. One digit pushing in up to the first knuckle, teasing at the entrance, and then slowly pressing in to the next. For the headspace that he's in, watching his finger slip inside Fabian and move in and out is a test in patience, or just a taunting reminder to his own dick about where it could be.
But that's not happening anytime soon. He needs to do what he said he would to Fabian, even if kept out the part where he wanted to see just how overstimulated he could get him just by fingering his ass.
Another finger goes in. Both pressed together, slow and carefully; waiting on Fabian's muscles to once again relax to the wide presence before pushing in, the lube allowing them to delve in deeper. He's not focused on finding the supposed spot immediately, but Gorgug wonders how hard it will be to find, hoping it wasn't some made up bullshit that he doesn't even remember where he heard about it.
Not that grabbing Fabian at the hips and just fucking him is off the table. Gorgug lets his gaze wander up the clothed back he should've told Fabian to uncover, seeking to glimpse a face he knows he can't; turns his gaze back down to his exposed ass and legs, pushing his fingers in deeper, letting the pads of them rub against the soft, hot flesh inside.
Seeking for the bundle of nerves, the right spot--and the sign that he's found it, if he doesn't notice it by feeling first. ]
[ There is no way Gorgug has to notice by finding it himself, really. Fabian's sign are - as always - obvious. For all of the other's games and playing around right here, there's no denying that Fabian is not that good at holding in his honest reactions. Especially at a point like this, where he's entirely vulnerable.
So even though the other can't see his face in their current positions, he'll be able to tell what's on there just from the sounds Fabian is making. The breaths he sucks in as he tries to adjust to the strain of taking in more of Gorgug's fingers, maybe even little noises as frustration as Fabian's body realizes that it's not enough. It's not full on edging, there's not enough stimulation for that yet, but it still stirs his insides in a way that tells him he needs more.
And then-- a much louder gasp, practically a moan, when Gorgug angles his fingers just right inside of him, hitting the right spot. Fabian moves a little - just instinctive, just as much as his body can move in this position - as he lets out the sound, before wriggling a little as he tries to settle back in.
The part of him that was so adamant about not begging earlier really has left the building. Or rather-- it's just that he doesn't feel the need to be so adamant right now, not while Gorgug is so quiet, when it feels like their verbal game isn't going on as much anymore.
Not when Fabian just really needs more than this. ]
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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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But that's not happening anytime soon. He needs to do what he said he would to Fabian, even if kept out the part where he wanted to see just how overstimulated he could get him just by fingering his ass.
Another finger goes in. Both pressed together, slow and carefully; waiting on Fabian's muscles to once again relax to the wide presence before pushing in, the lube allowing them to delve in deeper. He's not focused on finding the supposed spot immediately, but Gorgug wonders how hard it will be to find, hoping it wasn't some made up bullshit that he doesn't even remember where he heard about it.
Not that grabbing Fabian at the hips and just fucking him is off the table. Gorgug lets his gaze wander up the clothed back he should've told Fabian to uncover, seeking to glimpse a face he knows he can't; turns his gaze back down to his exposed ass and legs, pushing his fingers in deeper, letting the pads of them rub against the soft, hot flesh inside.
Seeking for the bundle of nerves, the right spot--and the sign that he's found it, if he doesn't notice it by feeling first. ]
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So even though the other can't see his face in their current positions, he'll be able to tell what's on there just from the sounds Fabian is making. The breaths he sucks in as he tries to adjust to the strain of taking in more of Gorgug's fingers, maybe even little noises as frustration as Fabian's body realizes that it's not enough. It's not full on edging, there's not enough stimulation for that yet, but it still stirs his insides in a way that tells him he needs more.
And then-- a much louder gasp, practically a moan, when Gorgug angles his fingers just right inside of him, hitting the right spot. Fabian moves a little - just instinctive, just as much as his body can move in this position - as he lets out the sound, before wriggling a little as he tries to settle back in.
The part of him that was so adamant about not begging earlier really has left the building. Or rather-- it's just that he doesn't feel the need to be so adamant right now, not while Gorgug is so quiet, when it feels like their verbal game isn't going on as much anymore.
Not when Fabian just really needs more than this. ]
More.. Come on, Gorgug.