[ You can touch me. You can undress me. Fabian adds if you want to the latter. And while it's explicit permission, that there's a choice, Gorgug focuses more on what else it says: I'm letting you. I want you to.
Every piece of permission granted is what Gorgug fixates on, and he doesn't mind what isn't addressed now. Gorgug's dreamed about Fabian under him, rocking his back into the dirt ground, and against the specific outfit worn on the day this fantasy came to life. Fabian's fingers scraping at him, pulling him in. Needy, passionate; wanting out of Gorgug what can barely be said with words due to Gorgug's own needs getting in the way. Because he never wants Fabian to be able to think in his dream, to speak--he wants to fuck him with the same intensity the Fabian inspired in him that day.
But he doesn't need it. Not right now, and even in his lust, he knows it isn't possible. But Fabian's heard him, and he'd accepted him, and Gorgug doesn't resist when Fabian pulls him in to kisses him, his mouth wanting under his touch. It's teasing, when his tongue is missing Fabian's on it, and he has to suck on it to keep it tamed. Focus, he tells his body. And he half-kneels, his body only moving by Fabian's touch, his attention wavering just once from his face--down to his pants, when Fabian tells him he can undress him. He has plans, but he's patient, and plain docile up to Fabian's last words.
Even after, really. He wants Fabian's touch as much as he wants to give Fabian his, but from his perspective, it's Fabian that comes first: his needs. What he deserves. And what Gorgug wants even more is to grant that.
But first: it's getting too stuffy.
Gorgug leans back, just enough so he can peel off the hoodie jacket that he's wearing to strip himself down to the short-sleeved band shirt that he wears. He throws it in the direction of the door, then looks back at Fabian sheepishly, but more so because of every other emotion running through him than a sudden shyness at taking off a jacket. His gaze still holds Fabian in a certain kind of wonder, and he leans back in to take in the deep kiss that his tongue has been longing for, a better reminder of Fabian's mouth than a contrct signed and sealed.
He's slow, savouring; the opposite of what he had been at the bottom of the stairs, but willing to match Fabian if he should want a hungrier exchange. But still, Gorgug won't stay; any arms that come around him might keep him around a little longer, but Fabian's permissions continue to ring in his ears, and he has a job to do. Touch. Undress. All yours.
Gorgug dips his mouth down, similar to how he did before. He skips Fabian's neck, mostly for the angle he has to work with, the sofa arrangement not set for fucking your best friend under the most comfortable positioning. Gorgug has to come at him from his side, holding onto the back of the seating to keep his balance as he leans, bringing his lips and tongue over the skin made bare by the one strap already pushed down; tasting at his skin, his free hand slowly touching from the farthest shoulder to the tricep. A gentle caress, an observant with his fingertips; because when Gorgug said he wanted to touch him, he didn't mean in the most obvious of means.
His tusks drag unintentionally against flesh each time that Gorgug opens his mouth to bare skin, when he decides his wants to suck on the space under Fabian's collarbone. A light pinch for the second when he opens up, but he's careful, resting his own bottom lip as a cushion, and he doesn't bite; he said he would be gentle, and he meant it, his wandering hand coming down to Fabian's exposed stomach.
Fingers wiggle under the shirt, and Gorgug pushes his hand through to grab fully at the pec that he finds. It's not as soft as he's used to, and Gorgug doesn't expect it to be. But it's still different, worth being inquistive; the tight muscle of someone who works out, and--does Fabian like this? Does he like his chest played with, will he feel good if--? ]
Can I suck on it? Is it okay? [ The side of his cheek is close to being pressed under Fabian's chin as he speaks, Gorgug not turning to look at Fabian; he might bump him, and he's far too interested about where he is. He knows he won't be able to stay up here for long, not the more that he progresses. But as he asks his question, he massages at the muscle again, sucking on his own tongue; daydreaming, pushing up on the shirt regardless of the answer--because he was told to undress Fabian. He still needs to do that, to get there, even if all for now, he'll be exposing him.
But between the act and where his thoughts are, Gorgug's cock twitches where it's restricted, responding to every part.
Every part of him as warm as when he was wearing the jacket. ]
Fabian is - occasionally - capable of coming across as pretty sexy when he has to. He tried it just now, and it clearly worked on Gorgug to some extent. Mission succeeded in that regard.
The problem is that it all falls apart the moment he's actually getting touched. Or maybe the problem is more that he's getting touched like this for the first time, and Fabian doesn't want it to seem like it's happening for the first time, but that's kind of difficult when his body involuntarily reacts to every little thing.
Not necessarily to Gorgug stripping. The other hasn't even fully stripped down, after all, and even then it's not like Fabian hasn't seen Gorgug's body a million times before. He's pretty sure the two of them have seen each other's body more often than any of the other Bad Kids, thanks to their shared hobby and the locker room showers nature of its aftermath. No, the reactions happen to Gorgug's touch. The kiss is one thing, though Fabian is already audibly getting breathier as it goes on. But Gorgug moving his hands underneath his shirt is another thing entirely. It doesn't even matter that it's what Fabian wanted and anticipated - the moment Gorgug latches onto his pec, it's such a new and exciting sensation to him that Fabian lets out an outright moan.
It may not be the loudest moan ever, sure, but it's very much audible to Gorgug. And to Fabian himself, whose face is growing a more flushed hue than ever due to the realization that he's already moaning at Gorgug only touching his chest. Gods, what if Gorgug thinks he's so dumb for this? What if Gorgug realizes he's a virgin? He'll die. He will absolutely die. ]
Y-- Yeah. [ He quickly blurts out, wanting Gorgug's mind to focus on absolutely anything other than the sound Fabian just made. Please continue to focus on how sexy he is, Gorgug, that's all that matters, right? ] It's-- Gods, you can do anything you want. I swear. Promise.
[ N-No, he isn't rambling out of both embarrassment and extreme horniness at the same time, okay? You are! Please don't mind the way Fabian moves one hand up to his own face, fingers half-splayed across the lower hand of his face, like he's contemplating whether to just cover up his own traitor mouth before it can make sounds that are even more embarrassing at the smallest of touches. ]
I want you to touch me everywhere. [ J-Just, bro, let him make sure he doesn't sound embarrassing first--
(He may not be thinking about how helping Gorgug get his shirt off would require him to actually move said arm and therefore said hand away from his own face. There is currently too much to think about with very limited brain capacity.) ]
[ The problem with Gorgug not focusing on the moan and instead focusing on how sexy Fabian is that: they're one and the same to the half-orc.
Because it's the sound of Fabian liking it, what he's doing it, and it's the sound of his voice, blissful in Gorgug's ears and for the lower parts of his body. He wants to put his mouth on Fabian already, trying to ignore an issue that part of his brain is telling him might be present, shoving it aside. Especially when Fabian is so desperate sounding above him, and fortunately for him, Gorgug can't see what Fabian does, even if he might have some inclination he moved.
But Fabian gave him permission, and so he gives a ] Lean back, [ which is more of a request than anything demanding, just to help give Gorgug better access to Fabian's chest from the position he is. Because now that he's bringing his mouth down over the pec, and, specifically, the nipple, the issues with his angle and his features are showing themselves more. An awkward angle? Gorgug can deal with.
Except, his tusks are a problem.
Because when his mouth meets Fabian's skin, he's aware of the ends of his tusks meeting skin first, pressing in, even while he's trying to adjust his bottom lip to cover them, and--it's hard. Because even when he can ease off some pressure from Fabian, they dig into the soft inner skin of Gorgug's lip instead he flicks out a tongue, sucks up enough to tease it up.
But Gorgug wants to know--he wants to know what Fabian likes. If he likes this, so he ignores the tiny stabbing pain if he moves his head in a way his tusks disagree to; more annoying (irritating) than dangerous, but still it makes the skin sore, that he has to lift his head away. Regardless of a positive reaction--despite a positive reaction.
He looks up at Fabian, his lips wet from saliva, the colour from his cheeks undeniable from the hormones dancing through his body right now. But he sees the state that Fabian's in, and his half-lidded gaze breaks into a more worried blink. ]
[ Fabian does lean back. It doesn't even matter that it comes nowhere close to being an order - in fact, it's way easier that it isn't one. Fabian's pride doesn't have to get in the way when it's like this, and he doesn't want his pride to get in the way right now. Not when he's extremely hard and just wanting Gorgug to make him feel even better.
Leaning back is pretty easy anyway with Fabian's natural flexibility. He even tries to thrust his chest out a little, make it even easier for Gorgug to reach - and reach Gorgug does. There is a faint scrape of the other's tusks against Fabian's skin before Gorgug tries really hard to suck them up against his own lips instead, but the half-elf doesn't mind it at all, unlike Gorgug's worry about it later. If anything, it just makes the entire thing even more hot, and Fabian continues letting out small noises and pants as he can feel Gorgug's mouth on him, his lips, his nipples feeling weirdly sensitive in a way they never have before, and then--
And then there's nothing. Nothing but Gorgug staring at him, and Fabian feeling his face heat up and blush even further under the other's gaze. For a guy who thrives on constant attention, he sure wishes he wasn't getting so much of it at the moment.
He shakes his head rapidly, almost mortified. ]
No-- Keep going. [ The way he speaks as he removes his own hand from his mouth is so rushed, like the words have to get out of his mouth as soon as possible. P-Please, Gorgug, he doesn't want this to get awkward now, okay. He just wants to keep feeling good, even if Fabian has to fight his own embarrassment about how wanton he's being.
But it's not like he's going to say that last part out loud. He's rather die than admit to being embarrassing.
The desperation is reflected in his eyes while he looks at the other. It's right there, if Gorgug still bothers to look. ]
[ It's-- a little awkward. How desperate Fabian sounds, and Gorgug wants to continue, but his lower mouth hurts in trying to be careful about his tusks, and how can he say anything when Fabian is so insistent? Gorgug realises he has to come up with some other fix, but he doesn't want to approach it in a way that disappoints Fabian. One that gets him whining--he's supposed to be doing anything he wants to Fabian, right? He's meant to be taking the lead, pleasuring him.
Gorgug nods silently, and decides to take his time in addressing one of the other things he was meant to be doing: undressing Fabian. He lays a hand on the farther side of Fabian's hip from himself, and he's sitting his own weight still half on the sofa, half off it, moving that hand under a buttock while, continuing to look in Fabian's one eye: ]
I have to move you on my lap if I'm going to keep going. My tusks get in the way if I'm--not careful. [ Details that he's sure Fabian doesn't care about, but his free hand touched down Fabian's chest, leading all the way to the hard-on protruding from his loose pants, pawing at it from the outside, trying to touch it without being able to properly grab it--teasing Fabian. ] But I can do more if we do. And we'll get your top off.
[ That shirt that, honestly? Gorgug doesn't give a shit about since it's no longer covering his chest. But it's part of his job, so. Once he can get Fabian to manoeuvre his legs onto the sofa enough for Gorgug to tug him into his lap, he'll get the other to put up his arms while he lifts off the slinky material, finally discarding it--
And the quicker that Fabian complies, the sooner Gorgug can return to what Fabian's so eager for him to, and with a better means of doing so with the other directly facing him. ]
[ Is this torture? Because it feels like torture, actually. Just when he was enjoying - even with his own embarrassment about the sounds he's making - the feeling of Gorgug's mouth against his chest, he's instead left with this. None of that chest action. Even Gorgug palming against his hard-on, like he's teasing him. It doesn't matter that Gorgug is explaining why he isn't immediately moving on to continue to pleasure Fabian - the words might as well be nothing, might as well be nonsense for how frustrated Fabian feels in not getting what he wants in this moment.
Sorry, Gorgug. It means there's definitely a whine coming from Fabian as he's lying there without any of the contact he wants, and instead just one that leaves him further turned on, further getting teased without relief. The whining is happening.
Even though Fabian complies - apparently having registered the words the other was telling him, despite wanting to have none of it. He's flexible enough that he doesn't even really need much of the help Gorgug is providing him by tugging him here. Shifting his legs isn't too hard, only made more difficult by the fact he feels so turned on and someone has to do something about that. Quickly. This is too much.
Thankfully that seems to happen by the time Fabian is actually in Gorgug's lap. His shirt is finally discarded, leaving his half of the best friends forever necklace he shares with Riz swaying across his chest for a moment - apparently he had been wearing that under his top even now - and Fabian's skin fully on display. The half-elf even stretches a little as he's sitting on that lap. Like he's eager to show off, kind of a peacock. If he's going to feel this desperate for Gorgug's touch right now, then Gorgug better want him as much as Fabian wants him in this moment. ]
I don't care what gets in the way.
[ It almost sounds dismissive of Gorgug's problem, but it's the opposite - it's Fabian saying it isn't a problem for him. Gorgug can pierce his skin with his tusks for all Fabian cares - it might just make this hotter, and even if it doesn't, he'll take anything just to get what he wants right now.
If Gorgug finally - or what feels like finally to a very worked up Fabian - returns his attendance to Fabian's chest, a moan will even slip out again, Fabian's arms moving to latch onto Gorgug in turn, hand falling onto the other's shoulders and clinging there. ]
I just want you. [ .. and Gorgug wants him too, if what Fabian can feel while he's sitting on the other's lap is any indication. Gorgug's pants may not have as much leeway as Fabian's do, but he can still definitely feel something hard pressing up against him.
And Fabian is absolutely shameless. Shameless enough that he starts grinding down on that bulge in Gorgug's pants. ]
[ Gorgug is trying to navigate this sexual endeavour with courtesy. A courtesy put forth to Fabian more so than Gorgug himself, but it isn't like he doesn't enjoy the idea and the result of Fabian's pleasure being put on display. He hooks an arm around Fabian's back so that he has that support once he's resting on Gorgug's lap, but it's also a helpful way of Gorgug moving the other if he needs to--and he will, surely, once his mouth wants to get lower. So he imagines, at the time.
But for now, he isn't here to be a tease. Not deliberately. Fabian says he doesn't care, but Gorgug can understand the sentiment as he reads it to be: he just wants to feel good. Gorgug still cares himself about what gets in the way, since it also means what Gorgug can't do, and-- he doesn't really stand to stab at Fabian carelessly. But for now, this angle does offer better access to do what he was trying to do before. His mouth reaches Fabian's chest, his hand not around Fabian's back touching over abs well-defined, always on full display in the tight-fitting shirts that Fabian wears, but never truly admired.
And Gorgug likes to learn. It's not straight-forward, it's not always easy--hell, it's really messy and sometimes it can be intense, and he and Zelda had to go through a lot to navigate her excitement in a way that felt comfortable for the both of them (though, really, Gorgug never complained--it was who Zelda was, and nothing about that bothered him beyond hoping she was having a good time). And he wants to learn now: how Fabian likes to be touched, where he wants to be touched. Over muscles that he works hard to keep, and how he likes his nipples to be played with. It's a different experience, but Gorgug isn't comparing his previous endeavours in the bedroom when he manages to suck his lips around Fabian's nipple, flicking at it with his tongue; and his other hand even coming up to play with the other, a thumb caressing against its erect state.
The only kind of toying with Fabian that Gorgug will give, and the sort he's rewarded for when he hears Fabian's moans above his head. His fingers against Fabian's back pressing snug on his flesh, and his hips do buck slightly for a friction they won't get, don't even try to. Truthfully, it's more of a twitch; an idea that his brain has, but that he doesn't have the capacity to fulfil right now with every part of Gorgug busy.
Fabian isn't busy. And he seems to get the idea to give Gorgug what his brain was seeking for, pleading, and everything in Gorgug slams to a halt. A lovely, hot halt where his dick is both pleased to be remembered, and also infuriated for the layers that Fabian is grinding against, with. There's a sharp intake of breath as Gorgug stops doing anything with his mouth, forehead pressed to Fabian's collarbone-- and he lets himself indulge in the sensations, even though the irritation at every obstacle in the way of him feeling real pleasure is at the forefront of his mind. I just want you, Fabian says, burning it into Gorgug's ears.
I want to fuck you, growls at the bottom of Gorgug's throat, but that he refuses to let come out.
He tries to grind back, little to no avail. He doesn't have the same angle Fabian does, the other in complete control, though Fabian will feel Gorgug's attempt at lifting his hips upward, uselessly. So he returns his mouth to Fabian instead, not asking for what he wants--not giving voice to the growing urge inside his stomach, the reminder of what he felt sinking his tusks into Fabian's skin to make him docile. His tusks still press into the muscle of Fabian's pec, but he doesn't use them to pinch, to hurt; he keeps using his tongue on the rigid tit under his mouth, and his forefinger and thumb are generous as they pinch and play with the other, more exposed nipple.
If he gives Fabian what he wants, then maybe he'll get what he wants, too. More grinding, yes, but he wants to hear Fabian as well--to hear him be so needy, tell him that Gorgug's giving him what he wants. To know he's on the right track, and to build up that arousal already growing impatient inside his jeans. ]
[ All of this is absolutely enough to make Fabian forget where they are. Does it even matter? He can't even see it anymore, having closed his eye to just let himself get swallowed up by the feeling instead. The place they're at is no longer important, all he's thinking about is Gorgug - Gorgug's hands on his body, Gorgug's mouth around his nipple, Gorgug's fingers playing with him. Everything else is deemed unimportant, moved somewhere to the very back of Fabian's mind where all the things that don't really matter reside. ]
Gorgug..
[ He isn't sure how much time has passed when the other's name escapes his mouth, more breath than voice. It likely hasn't been all that long, but it feels like an eternity to Fabian, feeling his dick grind up against the rough denim of Gorgug's pants, against the hard bulge pressing up against it.
It's all so much, and yet it's not enough. It's almost frustrating - how good this feels, and yet not enough for him.
His fingers dig a little bit more into the other's shoulders. ]
Gorgug, it's-- nn...
[ That's him getting interrupted by Gorgug flicking his nipple just the right way, like it's temporarily turning Fabian's brain off in the middle of him attempting to speak up. ]
I need more. [ He half-whispers, half-moans, bending his head so he's practically breathing the words into Gorgug's hair.
And still grinding. Despite his request, Fabian isn't stopping trying to seek out what he wants. ]
I, ah-- [ More than just wanting, this time. ] I need you..
[ It's truly, truly not fair. That's what every part of Gorgug tells himself, and he has to be in agreement: this is torture. Because he feels Fabian, every time that he twitches against his body, the sound of his breath, and if he sighs and lets Gorgug's name escape his lips, it's as much of a tease to his senses as it is every time Fabian grinds against him.
He can't fuck him, and he wants to, and the knowledge is killing him.
Especially when Fabian tells him those magic words.
I need you. Right above his head, so close to his ears. His face already burns, and he pulls away his lips just to breathe in and be able to think about more than where he wants to stick his dick right now.
(But he wants to fuck Fabian so, so bad.)
He plants a kiss near the centre of Fabian's chest, a quick peck before he lifts his chin, white pupils looking up at Fabian. ]
I'll suck you off. Is that okay? I wanna put it in my mouth...
[ He's doing this somewhat on purpose. And yes, he hates himself for doing so, when he's already plenty aroused (and when he has the opportunity, he needs to undo his jeans), but he wants to hear more of Fabian under any circumstances. Waiting on Fabian's permission, Gorgug lays his tongue hot against the other's chest; close to where he planted the otherwise chaste kiss before. He drags it up towards the middle of Fabian's collarbone before lifting his head to face Fabian better this time--lips slightly parted, only close so he can suck on them, licking them wet.
Intentional, every part of it. The same as when Fabian rolled his hips against him, teasing him so delightfully well. Gorgug doesn't know if this is too much for a first time, but he wants Fabian to see him like this, anyway, to deride or encourage him--to know him for who he is.
[ If Fabian's mind was any clearer in this moment, he would have been thinking a little bit more of what Gorgug would surely need too in this moment - though the fact they are in a karaoke booth and there's no place here to get truly comfortable enough to go all the way with this is a little restrictive. But he isn't clear minded at all. His mind is filled with the other, and when Gorgug says he wants to do this to him and then looks at him like that, all Fabian can do is go along with it. Agree. Gorgug could ask him anything right now, and he'd say yes without thinking about it. ]
You look so hot right now.
[ Evidence that Fabian isn't exactly clear minded in this moment: right this. Right here. He's just babbling on, thoughts escaping his mouth without any sort of filter between the two. He sounds a little dazed, like those thoughts appeared in his mouth and instantly were said out loud by him.
(It's true though, isn't it? Gorgug's white pupils staring up at him, his wet lips, his flushed face.)
And rather than telling the other it's okay, Fabian says: ] Come-- C'mon.
[ It's an agreement, as seen in the fact that he forces himself off Gorgug's lap - harder to do than to think about, considering he really does not want to get off there - and then hooks his thumbs into the band of his pants, dropping both them and his underwear to the floor, leaving him standing entirely bare in front of the other. Gorgug obviously already knew about how hard Fabian was, considering his loose pants and the grinding, but now he is naked it's revealed that he is, in fact, already fully hard, even dripping a little bit already, like just doing this with Gorgug turned him on that much.
At least he still has some sense of movement and navigation, since he manages to sit back down onto the couch, spreading his legs so Gorgug has full access to his dick. It's just that Gorgug will sure have to figure out the right position, since Fabian looks like he's in no state to fully think about that and coordinate it right now. He's just making himself available for what Gorgug has said he wants-- and Fabian very much wants as well. ]
[ Fabian calls him hot, and Gorgug stares at him. Which he was already doing, so it isn't a big change, but there's an interest, a delight in his curiosity. Because Fabian is saying he looks hot, and it's something new for him. To imagine--or not to even imagine--Fabian seeing him that way. Is he just drunk on the need to get off? On hormones? Could anyone be hot to Fabian in this moment so long as they were offering to put his dick in their mouth?
Gorgug doesn't care. If Fabian's drunk, then so is Gorgug, and he wants more of Fabian, of what he has to offer. Gorgug listens when he's told to move, looking down with his mind half on his jeans and the button he has to pop undone to get anywhere with his zip, but then quickly looking back. Watching as Fabian's pants drop, and the entire state of undress displayed before him--and it makes Gorgug register how fully clothed he is in comparison. And that isn't fair, is it?
So his shirt comes off over his head, chucked aside and landing on the table in the centre of the booth. The table that is deciding a lot about how they move, or Gorgug specifically. He waits until Fabian sits back down, both with admiration and anticipation; because of the dick on full display, and sure, he's never sucked off a guy before, but it won't be his first time going down on someone. And there's something to be said about listening to a guy want you and seeing the result of your time together hard and dripping, and-- Gorgug thinks he's pretty okay with dicks, actually.
He's been sure of that for a while, but this is on its way to cementing it.
Fabian comes back down, and Gorgug slips down off the seating with a lean to get as close to between Fabian's legs as he can. The air reaching more of his skin, and his own dick finally comes free as he tugs down on the zip and reaches in until the elastic of his boxers snap snug around his balls. It distracts Gorgug from dealing with Fabian immediately--his own dick aching to be touched, the few strokes that he gives himself as he sits kneeling before Fabian and his own erect state--but he tries to be quick, his eyes not straying from what's in front of him, his free hand touching Fabian's bare thigh.
He asked Fabian if he could suck him, but this would be the first time he would be doing it--for anyone. The how of the moment is buzzing in his mind, but it's not as strong as the want in there too, and so Gorgug leans forward, moving the hand from Fabian's thigh to around the base of his dick, not even bothering to jerk him off. He holds him to help line his mouth, the head of Fabian's cock coming flush against his tongue, tasting the salty residue of cum as it slides down further inside. He has some sense of what to do, if only from being on the other side--Fabian's side--in the past, and though the logistics of it still need to be worked out...
...those parts, Gorgug's more than willing to work out in the action. Because with his own dick in his hand and with Fabian in his mouth, just having the other against his tongue is--what he wants. Fabian's cock is hot in him, and he'll happily stop giving himself the occasional tug or squeeze just to let him slip up and down against his tongue; before he wraps his lips around him firmer, already wet and finding it easy to glide along Fabian's length.
He'll sacrifice caring about his own dick for this. For having Fabian hot and thick inside him, and the opportunity it brings to make him cum. ]
[ There's a few seconds where Fabian can imagine the thought of a mouth around him, but then it's already happening - and better than the imagination of it. After all, unlike Gorgug, Fabian has never participated in anything like this before. It's the first time for him, and it's--
God, it's so much. But in a good way. It doesn't help that he was already so turned on in the first place, making him even more sensitive to the way Gorgug's lips slide around his member, letting out pants and little whines in between each breath.
Initially he raises his arm to cover his eye, as if taking away his own sight might help him with the overwhelming sensation. But even without his full ability to think right now, he does realize he has to be a little bit better than this.
A thought that makes him lower his arm so he can instead bury his hand into Gorgug's hair. Not too tightly, since he's too worried about hurting Gorgug if the other is moving while Fabian is holding his hair too tightly, but his hand is still in there, followed by the other one, holding onto Gorgug's head as he sucks him off. ]
It's so good.. [ Fabian babbles, almost sounding feverish at this point. He can feel himself getting closer, though not quite there yet. It's not just wanting to reach his climax that has him rambling about all these encouraging things.
It's also that he wants Gorgug to know. ]
You're so-- So good. So good. I-- [ He moans, not bothering to hide it this time. Too far lost in his own pleasure to still show shame over the sound at this point. ] Keep going..
[ Fabian's sounds above him are so gratifying. Not just the words, even though they stir inside Gorgug a more degenerate side to him that wriggles itself more free, but that also might have something to do with the state that Gorgug's in already. He feels the fingers in his hair, keeping hold without a pressure that he's decided that he wants, but that's hard to ask for with his mouth full. And when Fabian's asking him to keep going, how can he stop?
Not immediately, anyway. And he knows he'll have to make it up to Fabian if he does. Letting go of his own dick, in a poor sorry state of its own, so he feels less unbalanced when he finally does slide Fabian out of his mouth. Even if he just rests it on a leg while the hand already holding onto Fabian's cock starts pumping along it, using the saliva from his work so far to make it slick, easier to slide up and down, up and down.
And Gorgug takes this time to look up, lips still close to the member he's jerking off right now. ]
Pull on my hair. [ He hasn't made many requests, not ones for his own gratification, but he's doing it now, voice needy, a plea that's as much spoken as it is reflected in his gaze up at Fabian. ] Please. You can do whatever you want to me... say whatever you want...
[ He might be babbling himself, too, searching for words to please Fabian, to make him respond well. To make him happy. Even being on the floor under him was a choice, but one as much for Fabian as it was for himself. Because he might've been the one digging his tusks into Fabian's skin, but it was Fabian's taunt of make me that really set Gorgug off that day. That defiance from under him, wishing to hear more, make Fabian say more.
All of the control is in Fabian's hands in this moment, where there isn't even the question of Gorgug taking away his attention on Fabian's dick present, with him already slowing his hand to lick along the veins thick on the underside.
And soon, returning his dick back inside his mouth. ]
[ There's some faint surprise in Fabian's eyes when Gorgug stops - though muted, like he's too far gone to really freak out about this in any sort of way. It also means that his gaze is solidly on Gorgug while the other speaks, Fabian's eye not leaving the other's face for a moment while Gorgug is speaking, while he's looking at him.
He's still making soft breathy sounds as Gorgug continues to move his hand, but Fabian tries really hard to think about the words despite much of his brain already having left him in the middle of this.
He wants to listen. He wants to-- If that's what Gorgug wants, he wants to do it, wants to make sure he feels good too, but-- god, Fabian knows that he can usually be pretty confident and sexy about these things, but it feels much harder to think about what to say when it feels like Gorgug is not only blowing his dick, but also his mind.
Still, Fabian can't just dismiss the one request he's getting here. When Gorgug takes him back into his mouth, the fingers that had released their grip on Gorgug's hair to let him pull his head back now return in there, this time properly nesting into the hair. Holding on tightly, tugging on the strands as Gorgug has to move his head to suck Fabian off.
Fabian's hips even jerk a little from the pleasure, occasionally shoving his dick further into Gorgug's mouth than the latter may have intended.
But what does Gorgug want him to say? Something degenerate, maybe, judging by every sign from Gorgug so far, but it's so hard to think about right now. Fabian feels like his mind is blank, and like it's getting blanker the closer and closer he gets to reaching his end.
He would like to file a note to himself to think about sexy talk sometime when he isn't busy feeling like his soul is leaving his body. J-Just so he can be prepared, next time.
If there is a next time. ]
Gorgug.. [ He finally manages, all breath. He desperately tries to suck in a breath, tries to give himself a little bit more strength, at least enough to say: ] How deep can you take me?
[ While still thrusting. Please let that 18 strength the half-orc has do something for the structure of Gorgug's throat. It's not like the thrusting is happening at full strength, but it may still be a little Much for a first time blow job giver. ]
[ It would be enough for Gorgug if Fabian simply fulfilled his first request. The one that wasn't the mutterings of his hormones, nonsense pleas, all to express himself in a way beyond being shameless. Gorgug feels the strands of his hair tighten above his head, and it stings, as well as comforts, in a strange contradiction that Gorgug doesn't care to examine.
But when Fabian's dick pushes up into his mouth, Gorgug knows it isn't a mistake on his side. He feels it when Fabian's hips jump under his hand resting on his thigh, and it's a combination that excites him, nevermind the tickling worry of if he'll be able to handle it. That concern is small next to the giddiness of Fabian taking control of him, using him, in a way that Gorgug finds he wants. He even stills himself, stopping from being the one to decide how far or deep Fabian's cock will go into him, and keeps his head down so that Fabian can keep bucking his hips up. Loosens his grip around the base of Fabian's dick, without letting go completely--
and despite himself, with him the one whose mouth is being fucked and his own dick going untouched, he moans when Fabian says what he does. 'How deep can you take me?' A tease, a taunt to his ears too, and it's as much a whine as it is a moan, short and sweet. How far can he take him? He doesn't know, this sensation of his mouth being full new and strange, even if he's been taking well to it.
He lowers. Taking back control, accepting if Fabian's hand resists him, only fighting a little against the tension to know if Fabian wants him to fight it, or if he should stop and heed the fact that Fabian won't let him lower his head. But if he is allowed, Gorgug attempts to find out just how much of him he can take in, slowly, before he can sense something start to reach back of his throat and that awful gagging sensation arrives, and he has to pull out then-- gasping, saliva dripping from his lips and on his chin, just to be sure that nothing's going to happen, this isn't going to turn into a terrible night.
And for how far he's already gone tonight, something about that act makes his cheeks burn more than anything else he's done so far--or is it an accumulation of the night? But he feels it, a shyness, panting above Fabian's dick and knowing what to say, or returning to doing what he was doing before.
He will, of course. If by his own volition, or even by Fabian nudging him that way, his head in his hand--and Gorgug will listen. But this is new territory, every part of this--and his ears may be listening out to what Fabian has to say. ]
[ As Fabian watches this go down, he isn't sure which is hotter. The way Gorgug is taking in so much of him - and he's feeling it, Fabian truly is feeling that, his breath getting even heavier - or the sight of Gorgug as he does it. Even the sight of Gorgug after he pulls away, assisted by the fact that Fabian loosens his grip on Gorgug just a little bit when the other pulls back, just to make sure Gorgug doesn't gag for real.
Even if Fabian is willing to take this as far as Gorgug seems to, he still doesn't want the other to actually get hurt over it in a way that'll just be awkward for them later. He wants to make sure Gorgug is okay.
Which he's doing. Sure, he's admiring the sight of Gorgug like that, with Gorgug's mouth hanging open and his gasps and his flushed cheeks, Fabian's fingers still in the other's hair, but he's also checking him to make sure he's alright. That it didn't go too far.
(Which is kind of hard in Fabian's current state to determine, but it's-- It looks okay, he thinks.)
Especially since Gorgug is already moving in the direction of Fabian's member all over again, like he's eager to. Fabian holds him in place for another moment though, no matter how much it's almost like teasing himself - his dick twitching from being overstimulated and yet not fully being there, being so close. He holds him off the dick so he can look at Gorgug, so he can speak to the other and be sure Gorgug hears it. ]
I want you to swallow it.
[ I-Is that too much to ask from a bro the first time? Especially when he may have received blowjobs before in the past, but never given one?
Still, Fabian is thinking about Gorgug's outfit, with the part of it that's still on him. He's thinking of how little the other probably wants to explain mystery stains on there when he goes back to the party after this. He also thinks the idea of Gorgug swallowing it after he climaxes is hot, but it's-- It's weirdly enough mostly for the other's comfort. Both the comfort of clean clothes, and Gorgug's sexual comfort, the way he likes things just a little humiliating, apparently. ]
Tell me you will. [ He licks his lips, slowly realizing that Gorgug did have a dick just practically hit the back of his throat, and then adds-- ] You can nod too.
[ Just in case Fabian accidentally fucked up his voice.. God, he sure hopes not. ]
[ Gorgug senses the hold requested from Fabian, and it's that reason that Gorgug look up at him. Questioning, but there's something a little more reserved about his expression when he meets Fabian's face this time around. There's no hiding the shade of his cheeks, and his lips still sit slightly parted from each other, but he's not putting on a show about it. Apparently, sucking off a guy is one thing, but trying to actually take him fully in your mouth (or trying)-- humbles you, in a sense. At least for Gorgug.
It's a moment of fluster, where Gorgug watches Fabian to see if he'll say anything about it, except he doesn't. He's asking him to swallow him, and--that does widen Gorgug's eyes, but he doesn't immediately speak up. The thought had been in the back of his mind, but he hadn't reached any conclusion about it. It's hard to be going down on a guy and not to consider it, or the thought of how hot it would be if he did do it. But does he want to? Does he have any desires against doing it?
None that are strong enough to make themselves known. Gorgug nods, because Fabian tells him to, and he's watching Fabian's tongue and letting the fact that Fabian's looking at him as he licks at his own lips wash over him. Fantasising, and Gorgug can imagine what exactly is on Fabian's mind. So how can he say no to that? Or do anything else but nod? ]
I will. [ But he does find his voice, even if his thoughts are delayed, hazy. There's the dick between his own legs desperate to be remembered, and Gorgug's thinking about how to get through this quickly enough so he can work on himself while trying to answer Fabian. ] Let me know when you're ready. I'll-- yeah.
[ He hopes that's good enough. Gorgug waits to see that it's okay for him to continue, and then returns his attention back down between Fabian's own legs, and a cock that he finds it more than easy enough to put him mouth back around. He wraps his lips around his head, leaning himself forward to position his face from above, to making the bob of his head coming down and around the cock smoother. It rubs against his tongue easily, sliding, and Gorgug appreciates the full sensation it puts into his mouth. But he doesn't go all the way down, not as far as he was going before.
Fabian wants to cum, he realises, and there's that need in himself to see it through; to make it happen because he wants it to, but so that he can get to his own climax. It's selfish. But hopefully Fabian can enjoy him being selfish too.
Because he wraps the hand that's always been hovering around the base of Fabian's cock around his length. While it makes it easier for Gorgug to suck him at a diligent pace, his hand is quicker than his mouth, and he starts pumping him, even moving his mouth away so he can make quicker work. Fabian is slick against his hand, palm already clammy, and he's hot and thick, in a state that Gorgug takes a few seconds to admire. Even to the chagrin of his own unattended cock.
But for the brief seconds that Gorgug thinks about dealing with it, he puts the thought aside: he listens to Fabian first. Especially when he hears the warning that he asked for, so he can make sure his tongue and mouth are ready over Fabian's cock. Sucking him again, but his hand ready to ride out the orgasm better than he's sure he can with his mouth with his neck already starting to ache, his jaw feeling sore from being open in the same position for so long.
But just a little longer, is what he tells himself--for a myriad of reasons. All of them pretty good. ]
[ It really doesn't take a whole lot longer - especially not with all the work Gorgug is putting into it here. The main reason Fabian had already been saying all of that was that he knew he was close, and also figured that there's no way in hell he would have been able to say that coherently while getting even more close, while being in the middle of it.
So after only a few moments more of Gorgug doing it - with Fabian almost feverishly letting out the other's name again and again - he reaches his climax, releasing it all into Gorgug's mouth now it's back on his dick again, Fabian's fingers tugging on Gorgug's hair harder in the middle of the climax, letting out a last loud moan.
... and then he slowly comes down from it. The moment Gorgug pulls away from his dick, Fabian pulls back as well, practically collapsing into the back cushions of the sofa he's sitting on. He feels absolutely boneless, and he's letting out little pants as he tries to regain his breath after all of that. There's a sense of fatigue - but good fatigue, nice and warm and comforting - coming over him that tells him to just close his eyes, but he can't do that.
After all, Fabian may have an ego the size of a moon, and he may be pompous as hell, but it's not like he's going to forget that there's someone else here too. Someone who just took an entire load from him, on top of it. His eye turns towards Gorgug, and he tries to sit back up a little bit, at least enough to look at the other. ]
Are you.. alright? [ He says, his question interrupted by the little pants still leaving his mouth. His gaze flickers down, noticing where Gorgug pulled himself out of his pants.
It doesn't take too long for Fabian to decide: ] .. let me help you too.
[ No way he could give a blowjob in return in his current state, when it feels like Gorgug literally made his brain exit his body, and his entire skeleton along with it, but that doesn't mean he can't help. Fabian is already extending his arm as well as he can, indicating he wants to help give him a handjob in return for everything Gorgug did here for him. ]
[ He isn't exactly prepared for when Fabian comes. There's the warning signs, and then there's something hot in Gorgug's mouth that he only realises as something other than everything else going on by the way it comes in contact with the roof of his mouth, but then melding in with the wetness already present.
Until he removes his mouth, once he knows Fabian is coming down from his high. The taste becomes more evident than what he assumes but can't be sure is the saltiness of Fabian's cum, and--he doesn't swallow. Not immediately. Though it means that Gorgug has to breathe through his nostrils, and his forehead rests against Fabian's thigh as he hears Fabian's pants above him.
Gorgug's hand snakes down between his legs, and he starts to jerk himself off. Before Fabian shifts, coming back down to Etraya, to look down on Gorgug below him. He doesn't see him, because while Fabian doesn't close his eye, Gorgug closes the both of his as his pace quickens, his cheeks sucking in and finally building up the courage to swallow. Or something like courage.
And Fabian's speaking to him. And Fabian's telling him to let him help. And he should want him to, the idea of it pleasant to his cock, with parts of his hand calloused from axe-wielding and metal work, and what would it feels like to have Fabian grab and stroke him? His hand new, and it being Fabian pumping away from him-- ]
N-no. [ Still, he declines. Even hurriedly, and he can't explain it to even himself why he says it, though the feeling is there. Maybe if Fabian had been closer, he may have let it happen; or he might've still tried to decline him, all because of that same impulse in him to suck Fabian off in the first place. To offer to show him how much he wanted Fabian, the things he would have done--felt like it should have, after everything he did. Nearly did.
He tilts his head, losing some of Fabian's leg when he moves. And he struggles to do this next part; where he wants to be a coward and to keep his eyes shut with the next words already in his throat. Heart quickening, and it's somewhere in the lust and the last of his depravity that makes him submit and look up at Fabian. ]
Watch me, [ he asks--breathless, staring up at Fabian this way, only able to see him through one of his eyes. It pulses through his dick, and his free hand, trapped by his side and closer to Fabian's lower foot, reaches out to hold around his leg. For no real reason than to touch him, his eye fluttering closed again as his mind just wants to focus on finishing.
And unless Fabian stops him in any way, that's how Gorgug finally climaxes: visualing and playing back every sound and act of the past couple of minutes, his chest rising and falling quicker with his approaching orgasm. He finishes, splattering the bottom of the sofa's faux leather lining, teeth gritted and his moan bitten down as he plants his face against the actual cushioning on the seat between Fabian's legs.
His shoulders showing the progression of his breathing slowing, coming back to somewhere normal. ]
[ At first there's a sense of disappointment. Maybe even some worry that he isn't doing enough for Gorgug in return, compared to everything the other is doing for him here. Maybe it's that Fabian actually found the idea of jerking Gorgug off kind of hot - even if he isn't quite as horny anymore while in this dazed state, but that thought is just objectively hot, Fabian is pretty sure - and now it isn't happening. A part of him wonders if he should still just do it, if he should insist, but--
Before he can even get a word out of his throat, Gorgug speaks up again, telling him to watch him.
.. which is-- well, it's hot in a different way. Fabian listens, if not just because watching Gorgug was what he already was doing, but he doesn't move his hand to touch the other after Gorgug turned down his offer. Instead he listens and just watches, his mouth hanging open, both at the sight and because of the way Fabian feels like he still can't get enough breath into his lungs after all that. He watches the look in Gorgug's eyes, listen to the way he moans, and there's no denying to Fabian that the other really does look hot in the middle of all of this.
He doesn't say anything. It almost feels like Gorgug needs no encouragement other than Fabian's gaze to climax - and it's only when the other is done that Fabian moves, forcing his tired naked body to lean forward enough again so he can plant his hands into Gorgug's hair. Not to tug, but to move his fingers through the strands lazily.
Fabian bends forward to plant a kiss into Gorgug's hair, and then pulls back to sit upright quickly, almost like he feels a little bit embarrassed about giving in to that urge. ]
.. thanks. [ He finally says.
The first thing he says, after having been quiet through the entire end of it. There's something almost a little shy about the word, considering that Fabian is definitely slowly coming down from his horny high-- And what do you say to a bro after he sucked you off in the middle of a party?
Fabian doesn't know!! B-But he's appreciative, so maybe he should express that? Maybe? K-King? ]
[ Gorgug lets himself forget about reality for a while; Fabian's thigh close to his head, but his eyes are closed, his breathing coming down from the same high that his orgasm took him to. But even with his blissful ignorance, Gorgug is aware of the touch of fingers through his hair, and then the sound of lips pressed to his scalp, or as close as they can reach.
As Fabian leans back, Gorgug opens up his eye to follow after him, and then another as he finally moves himself off from his resting position, picking himself back up, still resting on his knees. He glances once at himself and his state of undress, but he isn't too shy about it, when the other guy with you is just as naked. ]
...You're welcome? [ Gorgug touches at his cheek, rubbing off where he feels pieces of hair clinging there, or that might be his imagination. He doesn't know how to respond any better, and he's trying to figure out where he is himself, mentally; looking at Fabian (both his face and his body), and then off to the side. Oh, there's his shirt over there.
His first decision: to get up off the floor. There is a terrible smear of gunk now on said floor, but Gorgug's just going to ignore that as he uses the sofa to hoist himself, turning around and sitting, and then--tucking himself inside his briefs. ]
So... [ So... ] Was that because you liked this place a lot, or, you've... wanted to have sex for a while?
[ Because that sure happened, is how Gorgug's mind is reflecting back on events. There's a lot more it's picking up than just that, like how Gorgug himself acted, but-- he can give himself a break right now. His body is allowing him that, skin still hot off from the activity, that he doesn't even immediately think about putting his shirt back on. ]
It's mostly because of the question, but his state of undress really isn't helping with that one. It's not even like he's ashamed of his body - quite the opposite! - but it's only natural to feel vulnerable when you're the one in a room that's totally naked, while the other person standing there and talking with you is at least partially covered up.
He closes his legs for what feels like the first time in a long while, considering how much he had been manspreading to give Gorgug better access to him.
It doesn't do much to make him feel more confident. Probably because of the question he yet has to answer. ]
I.. Uh. [ Is he blushing? Gods, he feels like he's blushing.
How embarrassing. ]
... I was grateful to you.
[ There's more to it than that, but like hell Fabian is going to get into that while his mind still feels a little bit blurry and he's sitting on a couch completely naked, alright.
He grabs his underwear from where it was discarded onto the floor, though his legs still feels shaky enough that he has to sit down again to put it on, rather than balance on those shaky legs. ]
All of this, it's-- [ ...
At least his underwear is on now. He's grabbing his pants next. ]
Oh. [ He thought about him. Gorgug did, and that answer--is fine, Gorgug thinks. He's giving the other some privacy by not watching him get dressed as far as he is; glancing one extra time, just to see and look at Fabian, but understanding that he might want more going on when he's in a random karaoke booth with somebody already still mostly dressed.
And he's fine, looking at a random part of the ceiling directly ahead of him. There's either something to be processed here, or a post-coitus state to enjoy here. And in terms of processing, Gorgug feels pretty okay about what just happened here.
Actually: ]
I would be okay if we did that more. If you wanted to. Somewhere less cramped...
[ That's his one stipulation. And he can withdraw it if they're desperate, like in this situation.
Would that be okay? There's something to the thought of having sex with Fabian more. A thought he's had in the past, sure, but: now it's been done. And he thinks there's more he could say, or think about, but--
The thing with Fabian, is that if you give that guy room to speak, he'll use it. And Gorgug isn't as fast with his thoughts to get in there again in time--! ]
[ Yes. Indeed, Fabian has to get in here real quick.
Because the thought of Gorgug just casually mentioning they could do this more is.. a lot? A lot, actually. Fabian purposefully turned off his thoughts ever since the moment he decides to kiss Gorgug over what Fabian had found upon entering the party, but now his thoughts are back on, and it's trouble. It's a lot of trouble.
He's thinking about previous thoughts he's had about Gorgug, and everything that passed between them the other month, and what only just now happened between them, and the way Gorgug is saying all this, and it's-- It's a lot?! His brain is running overtime. His face feels so hot.
Fabian quickly tugs on his pants before frantically looking around to see where Gorgug discarded his shirt while they were at it. ]
I-- That's-- Uh, that's okay!
[ Is it? Is it okay? Fabian knows he wants to, but.. wouldn't it be weird?!
Gorgug, this is way too much for a guy to have to think about after he literally just had his mind blown. And a little bit more than just his mind, in fact!
Thankfully he's found his shirt now, so he's quickly tugging that back on over his head. ]
But can we-- Can we talk about this later? I mean.. uh. After the party?
[ Bro? Please?
Do you see how frantic your bro is looking over here. And how flustered. His face is so red right now. He doesn't know how to deal! ]
[ Oh. See, Gorgug was fine taking a minute or so before they thought about getting dressed and thinking about leaving the booth, but everything about Fabian's body language is telling him: he wants to not be in here. To get a move on.
He wonders if he's embarrassed, but the thought doesn't go any further than being fleeting. Fabian's got his shirt back on before Gorgug gets this far, and now he's more aware of his undressed state while Fabian is fixing up his. ]
Oh-- yeah, sure. Okay.
[ Okay. Gorgug gets up, walking past Fabian with a 'sorry, my shirt' as he goes to collect the garment off the ground. He puts it back on as soon as he's got it, and finds his jacket not too far from the same place.
He sneaks glances Fabian's way, but he's unsure of what to say, or if talking is what Fabian wants. Do you regret it? another thought in his mind, but-- he works not to ask that one. ]
Do you want to leave separately? ...I can leave last, if you want.
[ If that's what Fabian wants to do. That's a thing people do when they hook up but don't want it to mean anything, right? ]
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Every piece of permission granted is what Gorgug fixates on, and he doesn't mind what isn't addressed now. Gorgug's dreamed about Fabian under him, rocking his back into the dirt ground, and against the specific outfit worn on the day this fantasy came to life. Fabian's fingers scraping at him, pulling him in. Needy, passionate; wanting out of Gorgug what can barely be said with words due to Gorgug's own needs getting in the way. Because he never wants Fabian to be able to think in his dream, to speak--he wants to fuck him with the same intensity the Fabian inspired in him that day.
But he doesn't need it. Not right now, and even in his lust, he knows it isn't possible. But Fabian's heard him, and he'd accepted him, and Gorgug doesn't resist when Fabian pulls him in to kisses him, his mouth wanting under his touch. It's teasing, when his tongue is missing Fabian's on it, and he has to suck on it to keep it tamed. Focus, he tells his body. And he half-kneels, his body only moving by Fabian's touch, his attention wavering just once from his face--down to his pants, when Fabian tells him he can undress him. He has plans, but he's patient, and plain docile up to Fabian's last words.
Even after, really. He wants Fabian's touch as much as he wants to give Fabian his, but from his perspective, it's Fabian that comes first: his needs. What he deserves. And what Gorgug wants even more is to grant that.
But first: it's getting too stuffy.
Gorgug leans back, just enough so he can peel off the hoodie jacket that he's wearing to strip himself down to the short-sleeved band shirt that he wears. He throws it in the direction of the door, then looks back at Fabian sheepishly, but more so because of every other emotion running through him than a sudden shyness at taking off a jacket. His gaze still holds Fabian in a certain kind of wonder, and he leans back in to take in the deep kiss that his tongue has been longing for, a better reminder of Fabian's mouth than a contrct signed and sealed.
He's slow, savouring; the opposite of what he had been at the bottom of the stairs, but willing to match Fabian if he should want a hungrier exchange. But still, Gorgug won't stay; any arms that come around him might keep him around a little longer, but Fabian's permissions continue to ring in his ears, and he has a job to do. Touch. Undress. All yours.
Gorgug dips his mouth down, similar to how he did before. He skips Fabian's neck, mostly for the angle he has to work with, the sofa arrangement not set for fucking your best friend under the most comfortable positioning. Gorgug has to come at him from his side, holding onto the back of the seating to keep his balance as he leans, bringing his lips and tongue over the skin made bare by the one strap already pushed down; tasting at his skin, his free hand slowly touching from the farthest shoulder to the tricep. A gentle caress, an observant with his fingertips; because when Gorgug said he wanted to touch him, he didn't mean in the most obvious of means.
His tusks drag unintentionally against flesh each time that Gorgug opens his mouth to bare skin, when he decides his wants to suck on the space under Fabian's collarbone. A light pinch for the second when he opens up, but he's careful, resting his own bottom lip as a cushion, and he doesn't bite; he said he would be gentle, and he meant it, his wandering hand coming down to Fabian's exposed stomach.
Fingers wiggle under the shirt, and Gorgug pushes his hand through to grab fully at the pec that he finds. It's not as soft as he's used to, and Gorgug doesn't expect it to be. But it's still different, worth being inquistive; the tight muscle of someone who works out, and--does Fabian like this? Does he like his chest played with, will he feel good if--? ]
Can I suck on it? Is it okay? [ The side of his cheek is close to being pressed under Fabian's chin as he speaks, Gorgug not turning to look at Fabian; he might bump him, and he's far too interested about where he is. He knows he won't be able to stay up here for long, not the more that he progresses. But as he asks his question, he massages at the muscle again, sucking on his own tongue; daydreaming, pushing up on the shirt regardless of the answer--because he was told to undress Fabian. He still needs to do that, to get there, even if all for now, he'll be exposing him.
But between the act and where his thoughts are, Gorgug's cock twitches where it's restricted, responding to every part.
Every part of him as warm as when he was wearing the jacket. ]
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Fabian is - occasionally - capable of coming across as pretty sexy when he has to. He tried it just now, and it clearly worked on Gorgug to some extent. Mission succeeded in that regard.
The problem is that it all falls apart the moment he's actually getting touched. Or maybe the problem is more that he's getting touched like this for the first time, and Fabian doesn't want it to seem like it's happening for the first time, but that's kind of difficult when his body involuntarily reacts to every little thing.
Not necessarily to Gorgug stripping. The other hasn't even fully stripped down, after all, and even then it's not like Fabian hasn't seen Gorgug's body a million times before. He's pretty sure the two of them have seen each other's body more often than any of the other Bad Kids, thanks to their shared hobby and the locker room showers nature of its aftermath. No, the reactions happen to Gorgug's touch. The kiss is one thing, though Fabian is already audibly getting breathier as it goes on. But Gorgug moving his hands underneath his shirt is another thing entirely. It doesn't even matter that it's what Fabian wanted and anticipated - the moment Gorgug latches onto his pec, it's such a new and exciting sensation to him that Fabian lets out an outright moan.
It may not be the loudest moan ever, sure, but it's very much audible to Gorgug. And to Fabian himself, whose face is growing a more flushed hue than ever due to the realization that he's already moaning at Gorgug only touching his chest. Gods, what if Gorgug thinks he's so dumb for this? What if Gorgug realizes he's a virgin? He'll die. He will absolutely die. ]
Y-- Yeah. [ He quickly blurts out, wanting Gorgug's mind to focus on absolutely anything other than the sound Fabian just made. Please continue to focus on how sexy he is, Gorgug, that's all that matters, right? ] It's-- Gods, you can do anything you want. I swear. Promise.
[ N-No, he isn't rambling out of both embarrassment and extreme horniness at the same time, okay? You are! Please don't mind the way Fabian moves one hand up to his own face, fingers half-splayed across the lower hand of his face, like he's contemplating whether to just cover up his own traitor mouth before it can make sounds that are even more embarrassing at the smallest of touches. ]
I want you to touch me everywhere. [ J-Just, bro, let him make sure he doesn't sound embarrassing first--
(He may not be thinking about how helping Gorgug get his shirt off would require him to actually move said arm and therefore said hand away from his own face. There is currently too much to think about with very limited brain capacity.) ]
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Because it's the sound of Fabian liking it, what he's doing it, and it's the sound of his voice, blissful in Gorgug's ears and for the lower parts of his body. He wants to put his mouth on Fabian already, trying to ignore an issue that part of his brain is telling him might be present, shoving it aside. Especially when Fabian is so desperate sounding above him, and fortunately for him, Gorgug can't see what Fabian does, even if he might have some inclination he moved.
But Fabian gave him permission, and so he gives a ] Lean back, [ which is more of a request than anything demanding, just to help give Gorgug better access to Fabian's chest from the position he is. Because now that he's bringing his mouth down over the pec, and, specifically, the nipple, the issues with his angle and his features are showing themselves more. An awkward angle? Gorgug can deal with.
Except, his tusks are a problem.
Because when his mouth meets Fabian's skin, he's aware of the ends of his tusks meeting skin first, pressing in, even while he's trying to adjust his bottom lip to cover them, and--it's hard. Because even when he can ease off some pressure from Fabian, they dig into the soft inner skin of Gorgug's lip instead he flicks out a tongue, sucks up enough to tease it up.
But Gorgug wants to know--he wants to know what Fabian likes. If he likes this, so he ignores the tiny stabbing pain if he moves his head in a way his tusks disagree to; more annoying (irritating) than dangerous, but still it makes the skin sore, that he has to lift his head away. Regardless of a positive reaction--despite a positive reaction.
He looks up at Fabian, his lips wet from saliva, the colour from his cheeks undeniable from the hormones dancing through his body right now. But he sees the state that Fabian's in, and his half-lidded gaze breaks into a more worried blink. ]
D-did I catch you? Was it--?
[ My tusks? Did he get him with his tusks? ]
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Leaning back is pretty easy anyway with Fabian's natural flexibility. He even tries to thrust his chest out a little, make it even easier for Gorgug to reach - and reach Gorgug does. There is a faint scrape of the other's tusks against Fabian's skin before Gorgug tries really hard to suck them up against his own lips instead, but the half-elf doesn't mind it at all, unlike Gorgug's worry about it later. If anything, it just makes the entire thing even more hot, and Fabian continues letting out small noises and pants as he can feel Gorgug's mouth on him, his lips, his nipples feeling weirdly sensitive in a way they never have before, and then--
And then there's nothing. Nothing but Gorgug staring at him, and Fabian feeling his face heat up and blush even further under the other's gaze. For a guy who thrives on constant attention, he sure wishes he wasn't getting so much of it at the moment.
He shakes his head rapidly, almost mortified. ]
No-- Keep going. [ The way he speaks as he removes his own hand from his mouth is so rushed, like the words have to get out of his mouth as soon as possible. P-Please, Gorgug, he doesn't want this to get awkward now, okay. He just wants to keep feeling good, even if Fabian has to fight his own embarrassment about how wanton he's being.
But it's not like he's going to say that last part out loud. He's rather die than admit to being embarrassing.
The desperation is reflected in his eyes while he looks at the other. It's right there, if Gorgug still bothers to look. ]
It's all fine, just-- Just keep going.
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Gorgug nods silently, and decides to take his time in addressing one of the other things he was meant to be doing: undressing Fabian. He lays a hand on the farther side of Fabian's hip from himself, and he's sitting his own weight still half on the sofa, half off it, moving that hand under a buttock while, continuing to look in Fabian's one eye: ]
I have to move you on my lap if I'm going to keep going. My tusks get in the way if I'm--not careful. [ Details that he's sure Fabian doesn't care about, but his free hand touched down Fabian's chest, leading all the way to the hard-on protruding from his loose pants, pawing at it from the outside, trying to touch it without being able to properly grab it--teasing Fabian. ] But I can do more if we do. And we'll get your top off.
[ That shirt that, honestly? Gorgug doesn't give a shit about since it's no longer covering his chest. But it's part of his job, so. Once he can get Fabian to manoeuvre his legs onto the sofa enough for Gorgug to tug him into his lap, he'll get the other to put up his arms while he lifts off the slinky material, finally discarding it--
And the quicker that Fabian complies, the sooner Gorgug can return to what Fabian's so eager for him to, and with a better means of doing so with the other directly facing him. ]
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Sorry, Gorgug. It means there's definitely a whine coming from Fabian as he's lying there without any of the contact he wants, and instead just one that leaves him further turned on, further getting teased without relief. The whining is happening.
Even though Fabian complies - apparently having registered the words the other was telling him, despite wanting to have none of it. He's flexible enough that he doesn't even really need much of the help Gorgug is providing him by tugging him here. Shifting his legs isn't too hard, only made more difficult by the fact he feels so turned on and someone has to do something about that. Quickly. This is too much.
Thankfully that seems to happen by the time Fabian is actually in Gorgug's lap. His shirt is finally discarded, leaving his half of the best friends forever necklace he shares with Riz swaying across his chest for a moment - apparently he had been wearing that under his top even now - and Fabian's skin fully on display. The half-elf even stretches a little as he's sitting on that lap. Like he's eager to show off, kind of a peacock. If he's going to feel this desperate for Gorgug's touch right now, then Gorgug better want him as much as Fabian wants him in this moment. ]
I don't care what gets in the way.
[ It almost sounds dismissive of Gorgug's problem, but it's the opposite - it's Fabian saying it isn't a problem for him. Gorgug can pierce his skin with his tusks for all Fabian cares - it might just make this hotter, and even if it doesn't, he'll take anything just to get what he wants right now.
If Gorgug finally - or what feels like finally to a very worked up Fabian - returns his attendance to Fabian's chest, a moan will even slip out again, Fabian's arms moving to latch onto Gorgug in turn, hand falling onto the other's shoulders and clinging there. ]
I just want you. [ .. and Gorgug wants him too, if what Fabian can feel while he's sitting on the other's lap is any indication. Gorgug's pants may not have as much leeway as Fabian's do, but he can still definitely feel something hard pressing up against him.
And Fabian is absolutely shameless. Shameless enough that he starts grinding down on that bulge in Gorgug's pants. ]
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But for now, he isn't here to be a tease. Not deliberately. Fabian says he doesn't care, but Gorgug can understand the sentiment as he reads it to be: he just wants to feel good. Gorgug still cares himself about what gets in the way, since it also means what Gorgug can't do, and-- he doesn't really stand to stab at Fabian carelessly. But for now, this angle does offer better access to do what he was trying to do before. His mouth reaches Fabian's chest, his hand not around Fabian's back touching over abs well-defined, always on full display in the tight-fitting shirts that Fabian wears, but never truly admired.
And Gorgug likes to learn. It's not straight-forward, it's not always easy--hell, it's really messy and sometimes it can be intense, and he and Zelda had to go through a lot to navigate her excitement in a way that felt comfortable for the both of them (though, really, Gorgug never complained--it was who Zelda was, and nothing about that bothered him beyond hoping she was having a good time). And he wants to learn now: how Fabian likes to be touched, where he wants to be touched. Over muscles that he works hard to keep, and how he likes his nipples to be played with. It's a different experience, but Gorgug isn't comparing his previous endeavours in the bedroom when he manages to suck his lips around Fabian's nipple, flicking at it with his tongue; and his other hand even coming up to play with the other, a thumb caressing against its erect state.
The only kind of toying with Fabian that Gorgug will give, and the sort he's rewarded for when he hears Fabian's moans above his head. His fingers against Fabian's back pressing snug on his flesh, and his hips do buck slightly for a friction they won't get, don't even try to. Truthfully, it's more of a twitch; an idea that his brain has, but that he doesn't have the capacity to fulfil right now with every part of Gorgug busy.
Fabian isn't busy. And he seems to get the idea to give Gorgug what his brain was seeking for, pleading, and everything in Gorgug slams to a halt. A lovely, hot halt where his dick is both pleased to be remembered, and also infuriated for the layers that Fabian is grinding against, with. There's a sharp intake of breath as Gorgug stops doing anything with his mouth, forehead pressed to Fabian's collarbone-- and he lets himself indulge in the sensations, even though the irritation at every obstacle in the way of him feeling real pleasure is at the forefront of his mind. I just want you, Fabian says, burning it into Gorgug's ears.
I want to fuck you, growls at the bottom of Gorgug's throat, but that he refuses to let come out.
He tries to grind back, little to no avail. He doesn't have the same angle Fabian does, the other in complete control, though Fabian will feel Gorgug's attempt at lifting his hips upward, uselessly. So he returns his mouth to Fabian instead, not asking for what he wants--not giving voice to the growing urge inside his stomach, the reminder of what he felt sinking his tusks into Fabian's skin to make him docile. His tusks still press into the muscle of Fabian's pec, but he doesn't use them to pinch, to hurt; he keeps using his tongue on the rigid tit under his mouth, and his forefinger and thumb are generous as they pinch and play with the other, more exposed nipple.
If he gives Fabian what he wants, then maybe he'll get what he wants, too. More grinding, yes, but he wants to hear Fabian as well--to hear him be so needy, tell him that Gorgug's giving him what he wants. To know he's on the right track, and to build up that arousal already growing impatient inside his jeans. ]
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Gorgug..
[ He isn't sure how much time has passed when the other's name escapes his mouth, more breath than voice. It likely hasn't been all that long, but it feels like an eternity to Fabian, feeling his dick grind up against the rough denim of Gorgug's pants, against the hard bulge pressing up against it.
It's all so much, and yet it's not enough. It's almost frustrating - how good this feels, and yet not enough for him.
His fingers dig a little bit more into the other's shoulders. ]
Gorgug, it's-- nn...
[ That's him getting interrupted by Gorgug flicking his nipple just the right way, like it's temporarily turning Fabian's brain off in the middle of him attempting to speak up. ]
I need more. [ He half-whispers, half-moans, bending his head so he's practically breathing the words into Gorgug's hair.
And still grinding. Despite his request, Fabian isn't stopping trying to seek out what he wants. ]
I, ah-- [ More than just wanting, this time. ] I need you..
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He can't fuck him, and he wants to, and the knowledge is killing him.
Especially when Fabian tells him those magic words.
I need you. Right above his head, so close to his ears. His face already burns, and he pulls away his lips just to breathe in and be able to think about more than where he wants to stick his dick right now.
(But he wants to fuck Fabian so, so bad.)
He plants a kiss near the centre of Fabian's chest, a quick peck before he lifts his chin, white pupils looking up at Fabian. ]
I'll suck you off. Is that okay? I wanna put it in my mouth...
[ He's doing this somewhat on purpose. And yes, he hates himself for doing so, when he's already plenty aroused (and when he has the opportunity, he needs to undo his jeans), but he wants to hear more of Fabian under any circumstances. Waiting on Fabian's permission, Gorgug lays his tongue hot against the other's chest; close to where he planted the otherwise chaste kiss before. He drags it up towards the middle of Fabian's collarbone before lifting his head to face Fabian better this time--lips slightly parted, only close so he can suck on them, licking them wet.
Intentional, every part of it. The same as when Fabian rolled his hips against him, teasing him so delightfully well. Gorgug doesn't know if this is too much for a first time, but he wants Fabian to see him like this, anyway, to deride or encourage him--to know him for who he is.
And to tell him what he can do. ]
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You look so hot right now.
[ Evidence that Fabian isn't exactly clear minded in this moment: right this. Right here. He's just babbling on, thoughts escaping his mouth without any sort of filter between the two. He sounds a little dazed, like those thoughts appeared in his mouth and instantly were said out loud by him.
(It's true though, isn't it? Gorgug's white pupils staring up at him, his wet lips, his flushed face.)
And rather than telling the other it's okay, Fabian says: ] Come-- C'mon.
[ It's an agreement, as seen in the fact that he forces himself off Gorgug's lap - harder to do than to think about, considering he really does not want to get off there - and then hooks his thumbs into the band of his pants, dropping both them and his underwear to the floor, leaving him standing entirely bare in front of the other. Gorgug obviously already knew about how hard Fabian was, considering his loose pants and the grinding, but now he is naked it's revealed that he is, in fact, already fully hard, even dripping a little bit already, like just doing this with Gorgug turned him on that much.
At least he still has some sense of movement and navigation, since he manages to sit back down onto the couch, spreading his legs so Gorgug has full access to his dick. It's just that Gorgug will sure have to figure out the right position, since Fabian looks like he's in no state to fully think about that and coordinate it right now. He's just making himself available for what Gorgug has said he wants-- and Fabian very much wants as well. ]
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Gorgug doesn't care. If Fabian's drunk, then so is Gorgug, and he wants more of Fabian, of what he has to offer. Gorgug listens when he's told to move, looking down with his mind half on his jeans and the button he has to pop undone to get anywhere with his zip, but then quickly looking back. Watching as Fabian's pants drop, and the entire state of undress displayed before him--and it makes Gorgug register how fully clothed he is in comparison. And that isn't fair, is it?
So his shirt comes off over his head, chucked aside and landing on the table in the centre of the booth. The table that is deciding a lot about how they move, or Gorgug specifically. He waits until Fabian sits back down, both with admiration and anticipation; because of the dick on full display, and sure, he's never sucked off a guy before, but it won't be his first time going down on someone. And there's something to be said about listening to a guy want you and seeing the result of your time together hard and dripping, and-- Gorgug thinks he's pretty okay with dicks, actually.
He's been sure of that for a while, but this is on its way to cementing it.
Fabian comes back down, and Gorgug slips down off the seating with a lean to get as close to between Fabian's legs as he can. The air reaching more of his skin, and his own dick finally comes free as he tugs down on the zip and reaches in until the elastic of his boxers snap snug around his balls. It distracts Gorgug from dealing with Fabian immediately--his own dick aching to be touched, the few strokes that he gives himself as he sits kneeling before Fabian and his own erect state--but he tries to be quick, his eyes not straying from what's in front of him, his free hand touching Fabian's bare thigh.
He asked Fabian if he could suck him, but this would be the first time he would be doing it--for anyone. The how of the moment is buzzing in his mind, but it's not as strong as the want in there too, and so Gorgug leans forward, moving the hand from Fabian's thigh to around the base of his dick, not even bothering to jerk him off. He holds him to help line his mouth, the head of Fabian's cock coming flush against his tongue, tasting the salty residue of cum as it slides down further inside. He has some sense of what to do, if only from being on the other side--Fabian's side--in the past, and though the logistics of it still need to be worked out...
...those parts, Gorgug's more than willing to work out in the action. Because with his own dick in his hand and with Fabian in his mouth, just having the other against his tongue is--what he wants. Fabian's cock is hot in him, and he'll happily stop giving himself the occasional tug or squeeze just to let him slip up and down against his tongue; before he wraps his lips around him firmer, already wet and finding it easy to glide along Fabian's length.
He'll sacrifice caring about his own dick for this. For having Fabian hot and thick inside him, and the opportunity it brings to make him cum. ]
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God, it's so much. But in a good way. It doesn't help that he was already so turned on in the first place, making him even more sensitive to the way Gorgug's lips slide around his member, letting out pants and little whines in between each breath.
Initially he raises his arm to cover his eye, as if taking away his own sight might help him with the overwhelming sensation. But even without his full ability to think right now, he does realize he has to be a little bit better than this.
A thought that makes him lower his arm so he can instead bury his hand into Gorgug's hair. Not too tightly, since he's too worried about hurting Gorgug if the other is moving while Fabian is holding his hair too tightly, but his hand is still in there, followed by the other one, holding onto Gorgug's head as he sucks him off. ]
It's so good.. [ Fabian babbles, almost sounding feverish at this point. He can feel himself getting closer, though not quite there yet. It's not just wanting to reach his climax that has him rambling about all these encouraging things.
It's also that he wants Gorgug to know. ]
You're so-- So good. So good. I-- [ He moans, not bothering to hide it this time. Too far lost in his own pleasure to still show shame over the sound at this point. ] Keep going..
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Not immediately, anyway. And he knows he'll have to make it up to Fabian if he does. Letting go of his own dick, in a poor sorry state of its own, so he feels less unbalanced when he finally does slide Fabian out of his mouth. Even if he just rests it on a leg while the hand already holding onto Fabian's cock starts pumping along it, using the saliva from his work so far to make it slick, easier to slide up and down, up and down.
And Gorgug takes this time to look up, lips still close to the member he's jerking off right now. ]
Pull on my hair. [ He hasn't made many requests, not ones for his own gratification, but he's doing it now, voice needy, a plea that's as much spoken as it is reflected in his gaze up at Fabian. ] Please. You can do whatever you want to me... say whatever you want...
[ He might be babbling himself, too, searching for words to please Fabian, to make him respond well. To make him happy. Even being on the floor under him was a choice, but one as much for Fabian as it was for himself. Because he might've been the one digging his tusks into Fabian's skin, but it was Fabian's taunt of make me that really set Gorgug off that day. That defiance from under him, wishing to hear more, make Fabian say more.
All of the control is in Fabian's hands in this moment, where there isn't even the question of Gorgug taking away his attention on Fabian's dick present, with him already slowing his hand to lick along the veins thick on the underside.
And soon, returning his dick back inside his mouth. ]
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He's still making soft breathy sounds as Gorgug continues to move his hand, but Fabian tries really hard to think about the words despite much of his brain already having left him in the middle of this.
He wants to listen. He wants to-- If that's what Gorgug wants, he wants to do it, wants to make sure he feels good too, but-- god, Fabian knows that he can usually be pretty confident and sexy about these things, but it feels much harder to think about what to say when it feels like Gorgug is not only blowing his dick, but also his mind.
Still, Fabian can't just dismiss the one request he's getting here. When Gorgug takes him back into his mouth, the fingers that had released their grip on Gorgug's hair to let him pull his head back now return in there, this time properly nesting into the hair. Holding on tightly, tugging on the strands as Gorgug has to move his head to suck Fabian off.
Fabian's hips even jerk a little from the pleasure, occasionally shoving his dick further into Gorgug's mouth than the latter may have intended.
But what does Gorgug want him to say? Something degenerate, maybe, judging by every sign from Gorgug so far, but it's so hard to think about right now. Fabian feels like his mind is blank, and like it's getting blanker the closer and closer he gets to reaching his end.
He would like to file a note to himself to think about sexy talk sometime when he isn't busy feeling like his soul is leaving his body. J-Just so he can be prepared, next time.
If there is a next time. ]
Gorgug.. [ He finally manages, all breath. He desperately tries to suck in a breath, tries to give himself a little bit more strength, at least enough to say: ] How deep can you take me?
[ While still thrusting. Please let that 18 strength the half-orc has do something for the structure of Gorgug's throat. It's not like the thrusting is happening at full strength, but it may still be a little Much for a first time blow job giver. ]
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But when Fabian's dick pushes up into his mouth, Gorgug knows it isn't a mistake on his side. He feels it when Fabian's hips jump under his hand resting on his thigh, and it's a combination that excites him, nevermind the tickling worry of if he'll be able to handle it. That concern is small next to the giddiness of Fabian taking control of him, using him, in a way that Gorgug finds he wants. He even stills himself, stopping from being the one to decide how far or deep Fabian's cock will go into him, and keeps his head down so that Fabian can keep bucking his hips up. Loosens his grip around the base of Fabian's dick, without letting go completely--
and despite himself, with him the one whose mouth is being fucked and his own dick going untouched, he moans when Fabian says what he does. 'How deep can you take me?' A tease, a taunt to his ears too, and it's as much a whine as it is a moan, short and sweet. How far can he take him? He doesn't know, this sensation of his mouth being full new and strange, even if he's been taking well to it.
He lowers. Taking back control, accepting if Fabian's hand resists him, only fighting a little against the tension to know if Fabian wants him to fight it, or if he should stop and heed the fact that Fabian won't let him lower his head. But if he is allowed, Gorgug attempts to find out just how much of him he can take in, slowly, before he can sense something start to reach back of his throat and that awful gagging sensation arrives, and he has to pull out then-- gasping, saliva dripping from his lips and on his chin, just to be sure that nothing's going to happen, this isn't going to turn into a terrible night.
And for how far he's already gone tonight, something about that act makes his cheeks burn more than anything else he's done so far--or is it an accumulation of the night? But he feels it, a shyness, panting above Fabian's dick and knowing what to say, or returning to doing what he was doing before.
He will, of course. If by his own volition, or even by Fabian nudging him that way, his head in his hand--and Gorgug will listen. But this is new territory, every part of this--and his ears may be listening out to what Fabian has to say. ]
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Even if Fabian is willing to take this as far as Gorgug seems to, he still doesn't want the other to actually get hurt over it in a way that'll just be awkward for them later. He wants to make sure Gorgug is okay.
Which he's doing. Sure, he's admiring the sight of Gorgug like that, with Gorgug's mouth hanging open and his gasps and his flushed cheeks, Fabian's fingers still in the other's hair, but he's also checking him to make sure he's alright. That it didn't go too far.
(Which is kind of hard in Fabian's current state to determine, but it's-- It looks okay, he thinks.)
Especially since Gorgug is already moving in the direction of Fabian's member all over again, like he's eager to. Fabian holds him in place for another moment though, no matter how much it's almost like teasing himself - his dick twitching from being overstimulated and yet not fully being there, being so close. He holds him off the dick so he can look at Gorgug, so he can speak to the other and be sure Gorgug hears it. ]
I want you to swallow it.
[ I-Is that too much to ask from a bro the first time? Especially when he may have received blowjobs before in the past, but never given one?
Still, Fabian is thinking about Gorgug's outfit, with the part of it that's still on him. He's thinking of how little the other probably wants to explain mystery stains on there when he goes back to the party after this. He also thinks the idea of Gorgug swallowing it after he climaxes is hot, but it's-- It's weirdly enough mostly for the other's comfort. Both the comfort of clean clothes, and Gorgug's sexual comfort, the way he likes things just a little humiliating, apparently. ]
Tell me you will. [ He licks his lips, slowly realizing that Gorgug did have a dick just practically hit the back of his throat, and then adds-- ] You can nod too.
[ Just in case Fabian accidentally fucked up his voice.. God, he sure hopes not. ]
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It's a moment of fluster, where Gorgug watches Fabian to see if he'll say anything about it, except he doesn't. He's asking him to swallow him, and--that does widen Gorgug's eyes, but he doesn't immediately speak up. The thought had been in the back of his mind, but he hadn't reached any conclusion about it. It's hard to be going down on a guy and not to consider it, or the thought of how hot it would be if he did do it. But does he want to? Does he have any desires against doing it?
None that are strong enough to make themselves known. Gorgug nods, because Fabian tells him to, and he's watching Fabian's tongue and letting the fact that Fabian's looking at him as he licks at his own lips wash over him. Fantasising, and Gorgug can imagine what exactly is on Fabian's mind. So how can he say no to that? Or do anything else but nod? ]
I will. [ But he does find his voice, even if his thoughts are delayed, hazy. There's the dick between his own legs desperate to be remembered, and Gorgug's thinking about how to get through this quickly enough so he can work on himself while trying to answer Fabian. ] Let me know when you're ready. I'll-- yeah.
[ He hopes that's good enough. Gorgug waits to see that it's okay for him to continue, and then returns his attention back down between Fabian's own legs, and a cock that he finds it more than easy enough to put him mouth back around. He wraps his lips around his head, leaning himself forward to position his face from above, to making the bob of his head coming down and around the cock smoother. It rubs against his tongue easily, sliding, and Gorgug appreciates the full sensation it puts into his mouth. But he doesn't go all the way down, not as far as he was going before.
Fabian wants to cum, he realises, and there's that need in himself to see it through; to make it happen because he wants it to, but so that he can get to his own climax. It's selfish. But hopefully Fabian can enjoy him being selfish too.
Because he wraps the hand that's always been hovering around the base of Fabian's cock around his length. While it makes it easier for Gorgug to suck him at a diligent pace, his hand is quicker than his mouth, and he starts pumping him, even moving his mouth away so he can make quicker work. Fabian is slick against his hand, palm already clammy, and he's hot and thick, in a state that Gorgug takes a few seconds to admire. Even to the chagrin of his own unattended cock.
But for the brief seconds that Gorgug thinks about dealing with it, he puts the thought aside: he listens to Fabian first. Especially when he hears the warning that he asked for, so he can make sure his tongue and mouth are ready over Fabian's cock. Sucking him again, but his hand ready to ride out the orgasm better than he's sure he can with his mouth with his neck already starting to ache, his jaw feeling sore from being open in the same position for so long.
But just a little longer, is what he tells himself--for a myriad of reasons. All of them pretty good. ]
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So after only a few moments more of Gorgug doing it - with Fabian almost feverishly letting out the other's name again and again - he reaches his climax, releasing it all into Gorgug's mouth now it's back on his dick again, Fabian's fingers tugging on Gorgug's hair harder in the middle of the climax, letting out a last loud moan.
... and then he slowly comes down from it. The moment Gorgug pulls away from his dick, Fabian pulls back as well, practically collapsing into the back cushions of the sofa he's sitting on. He feels absolutely boneless, and he's letting out little pants as he tries to regain his breath after all of that. There's a sense of fatigue - but good fatigue, nice and warm and comforting - coming over him that tells him to just close his eyes, but he can't do that.
After all, Fabian may have an ego the size of a moon, and he may be pompous as hell, but it's not like he's going to forget that there's someone else here too. Someone who just took an entire load from him, on top of it. His eye turns towards Gorgug, and he tries to sit back up a little bit, at least enough to look at the other. ]
Are you.. alright? [ He says, his question interrupted by the little pants still leaving his mouth. His gaze flickers down, noticing where Gorgug pulled himself out of his pants.
It doesn't take too long for Fabian to decide: ] .. let me help you too.
[ No way he could give a blowjob in return in his current state, when it feels like Gorgug literally made his brain exit his body, and his entire skeleton along with it, but that doesn't mean he can't help. Fabian is already extending his arm as well as he can, indicating he wants to help give him a handjob in return for everything Gorgug did here for him. ]
Okay?
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Until he removes his mouth, once he knows Fabian is coming down from his high. The taste becomes more evident than what he assumes but can't be sure is the saltiness of Fabian's cum, and--he doesn't swallow. Not immediately. Though it means that Gorgug has to breathe through his nostrils, and his forehead rests against Fabian's thigh as he hears Fabian's pants above him.
Gorgug's hand snakes down between his legs, and he starts to jerk himself off. Before Fabian shifts, coming back down to Etraya, to look down on Gorgug below him. He doesn't see him, because while Fabian doesn't close his eye, Gorgug closes the both of his as his pace quickens, his cheeks sucking in and finally building up the courage to swallow. Or something like courage.
And Fabian's speaking to him. And Fabian's telling him to let him help. And he should want him to, the idea of it pleasant to his cock, with parts of his hand calloused from axe-wielding and metal work, and what would it feels like to have Fabian grab and stroke him? His hand new, and it being Fabian pumping away from him-- ]
N-no. [ Still, he declines. Even hurriedly, and he can't explain it to even himself why he says it, though the feeling is there. Maybe if Fabian had been closer, he may have let it happen; or he might've still tried to decline him, all because of that same impulse in him to suck Fabian off in the first place. To offer to show him how much he wanted Fabian, the things he would have done--felt like it should have, after everything he did. Nearly did.
He tilts his head, losing some of Fabian's leg when he moves. And he struggles to do this next part; where he wants to be a coward and to keep his eyes shut with the next words already in his throat. Heart quickening, and it's somewhere in the lust and the last of his depravity that makes him submit and look up at Fabian. ]
Watch me, [ he asks--breathless, staring up at Fabian this way, only able to see him through one of his eyes. It pulses through his dick, and his free hand, trapped by his side and closer to Fabian's lower foot, reaches out to hold around his leg. For no real reason than to touch him, his eye fluttering closed again as his mind just wants to focus on finishing.
And unless Fabian stops him in any way, that's how Gorgug finally climaxes: visualing and playing back every sound and act of the past couple of minutes, his chest rising and falling quicker with his approaching orgasm. He finishes, splattering the bottom of the sofa's faux leather lining, teeth gritted and his moan bitten down as he plants his face against the actual cushioning on the seat between Fabian's legs.
His shoulders showing the progression of his breathing slowing, coming back to somewhere normal. ]
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Before he can even get a word out of his throat, Gorgug speaks up again, telling him to watch him.
.. which is-- well, it's hot in a different way. Fabian listens, if not just because watching Gorgug was what he already was doing, but he doesn't move his hand to touch the other after Gorgug turned down his offer. Instead he listens and just watches, his mouth hanging open, both at the sight and because of the way Fabian feels like he still can't get enough breath into his lungs after all that. He watches the look in Gorgug's eyes, listen to the way he moans, and there's no denying to Fabian that the other really does look hot in the middle of all of this.
He doesn't say anything. It almost feels like Gorgug needs no encouragement other than Fabian's gaze to climax - and it's only when the other is done that Fabian moves, forcing his tired naked body to lean forward enough again so he can plant his hands into Gorgug's hair. Not to tug, but to move his fingers through the strands lazily.
Fabian bends forward to plant a kiss into Gorgug's hair, and then pulls back to sit upright quickly, almost like he feels a little bit embarrassed about giving in to that urge. ]
.. thanks. [ He finally says.
The first thing he says, after having been quiet through the entire end of it. There's something almost a little shy about the word, considering that Fabian is definitely slowly coming down from his horny high-- And what do you say to a bro after he sucked you off in the middle of a party?
Fabian doesn't know!! B-But he's appreciative, so maybe he should express that? Maybe? K-King? ]
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As Fabian leans back, Gorgug opens up his eye to follow after him, and then another as he finally moves himself off from his resting position, picking himself back up, still resting on his knees. He glances once at himself and his state of undress, but he isn't too shy about it, when the other guy with you is just as naked. ]
...You're welcome? [ Gorgug touches at his cheek, rubbing off where he feels pieces of hair clinging there, or that might be his imagination. He doesn't know how to respond any better, and he's trying to figure out where he is himself, mentally; looking at Fabian (both his face and his body), and then off to the side. Oh, there's his shirt over there.
His first decision: to get up off the floor. There is a terrible smear of gunk now on said floor, but Gorgug's just going to ignore that as he uses the sofa to hoist himself, turning around and sitting, and then--tucking himself inside his briefs. ]
So... [ So... ] Was that because you liked this place a lot, or, you've... wanted to have sex for a while?
[ Because that sure happened, is how Gorgug's mind is reflecting back on events. There's a lot more it's picking up than just that, like how Gorgug himself acted, but-- he can give himself a break right now. His body is allowing him that, skin still hot off from the activity, that he doesn't even immediately think about putting his shirt back on. ]
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It's mostly because of the question, but his state of undress really isn't helping with that one. It's not even like he's ashamed of his body - quite the opposite! - but it's only natural to feel vulnerable when you're the one in a room that's totally naked, while the other person standing there and talking with you is at least partially covered up.
He closes his legs for what feels like the first time in a long while, considering how much he had been manspreading to give Gorgug better access to him.
It doesn't do much to make him feel more confident. Probably because of the question he yet has to answer. ]
I.. Uh. [ Is he blushing? Gods, he feels like he's blushing.
How embarrassing. ]
... I was grateful to you.
[ There's more to it than that, but like hell Fabian is going to get into that while his mind still feels a little bit blurry and he's sitting on a couch completely naked, alright.
He grabs his underwear from where it was discarded onto the floor, though his legs still feels shaky enough that he has to sit down again to put it on, rather than balance on those shaky legs. ]
All of this, it's-- [ ...
At least his underwear is on now. He's grabbing his pants next. ]
You thought about me.
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And he's fine, looking at a random part of the ceiling directly ahead of him. There's either something to be processed here, or a post-coitus state to enjoy here. And in terms of processing, Gorgug feels pretty okay about what just happened here.
Actually: ]
I would be okay if we did that more. If you wanted to. Somewhere less cramped...
[ That's his one stipulation. And he can withdraw it if they're desperate, like in this situation.
Would that be okay? There's something to the thought of having sex with Fabian more. A thought he's had in the past, sure, but: now it's been done. And he thinks there's more he could say, or think about, but--
The thing with Fabian, is that if you give that guy room to speak, he'll use it. And Gorgug isn't as fast with his thoughts to get in there again in time--! ]
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Because the thought of Gorgug just casually mentioning they could do this more is.. a lot? A lot, actually. Fabian purposefully turned off his thoughts ever since the moment he decides to kiss Gorgug over what Fabian had found upon entering the party, but now his thoughts are back on, and it's trouble. It's a lot of trouble.
He's thinking about previous thoughts he's had about Gorgug, and everything that passed between them the other month, and what only just now happened between them, and the way Gorgug is saying all this, and it's-- It's a lot?! His brain is running overtime. His face feels so hot.
Fabian quickly tugs on his pants before frantically looking around to see where Gorgug discarded his shirt while they were at it. ]
I-- That's-- Uh, that's okay!
[ Is it? Is it okay? Fabian knows he wants to, but.. wouldn't it be weird?!
Gorgug, this is way too much for a guy to have to think about after he literally just had his mind blown. And a little bit more than just his mind, in fact!
Thankfully he's found his shirt now, so he's quickly tugging that back on over his head. ]
But can we-- Can we talk about this later? I mean.. uh. After the party?
[ Bro? Please?
Do you see how frantic your bro is looking over here. And how flustered. His face is so red right now. He doesn't know how to deal! ]
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He wonders if he's embarrassed, but the thought doesn't go any further than being fleeting. Fabian's got his shirt back on before Gorgug gets this far, and now he's more aware of his undressed state while Fabian is fixing up his. ]
Oh-- yeah, sure. Okay.
[ Okay. Gorgug gets up, walking past Fabian with a 'sorry, my shirt' as he goes to collect the garment off the ground. He puts it back on as soon as he's got it, and finds his jacket not too far from the same place.
He sneaks glances Fabian's way, but he's unsure of what to say, or if talking is what Fabian wants. Do you regret it? another thought in his mind, but-- he works not to ask that one. ]
Do you want to leave separately? ...I can leave last, if you want.
[ If that's what Fabian wants to do. That's a thing people do when they hook up but don't want it to mean anything, right? ]
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