[ 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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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.