[ 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? ]
[ Gorgug, all these questions are far too complicated right now! Fabian couldn't possibly think about all of this right after having his dick blown!
But what he does notice is the way the other keeps glancing at him. The way there's something kind of awkward about Gorgug. Fabian can't be sure what exactly is going on in the other's mind, but he doesn't want to leave behind the impression that Fabian disliked this, or that there's anything more than Fabian just needing a few minutes - or hours, given that the party is going to last a while - to try and process this. To calm down his heart enough to explain all of this to Gorgug properly.
So when Fabian moves over to the door, as if to leave, he instead stops in front of Gorgug. ]
Don't be silly. [ With whatever silly thoughts are going on in your head! Let them go!! Don't be silly, bro!!
Fabian places his hands on Gorgug's cheeks to give him another quick peck on the lips before letting go of the other's face again. Hopefully that will at least get the message across that Fabian very much wants this, it's just not the right place to have a full talk so soon. ]
Just act natural.
[ ...
That isn't really an answer though as to whether Fabian wants to leave separately, huh--
And it seems like he isn't going to give that answer whatsoever, since he's already walking out of the room, leaving the karaoke booth behind as he's heading back in the direction of the party. ]
[ Bro? Bro?? Are you telling Gorgug not to be a silly boy?
Gorgug would've been fine with how this went--sure, he might've wondered if Fabian's mind was going into regret mode, but also, he wouldn't have let that take over. He would've talked about it with Fabian anyway, since it's good to talk about these things, right? Figure out where you stand (after sucking your best friend's dick).
But then Fabian takes his face in his hands and kisses him. A soft kiss, nothing passionate, and yet--it's comforting. It washes away those silly thoughts that Fabian wanted to be gone, and now Gorgug's in dog mode, something lighting up in his...still awkward Gorgug expression. But, don't be silly? You don't want him to be silly, Fabian?
Gorgug's on the job, dismissing them completely. Giving Fabian one last dumb nod behind he leaves, and then... Gorgug stands there. He thinks he needs a minute or two, actually, before he leaves and goes back out to join a party....
....where he probably shouldn't act like he just sucked a guy off in the karaoke booth.
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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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But what he does notice is the way the other keeps glancing at him. The way there's something kind of awkward about Gorgug. Fabian can't be sure what exactly is going on in the other's mind, but he doesn't want to leave behind the impression that Fabian disliked this, or that there's anything more than Fabian just needing a few minutes - or hours, given that the party is going to last a while - to try and process this. To calm down his heart enough to explain all of this to Gorgug properly.
So when Fabian moves over to the door, as if to leave, he instead stops in front of Gorgug. ]
Don't be silly. [ With whatever silly thoughts are going on in your head! Let them go!! Don't be silly, bro!!
Fabian places his hands on Gorgug's cheeks to give him another quick peck on the lips before letting go of the other's face again. Hopefully that will at least get the message across that Fabian very much wants this, it's just not the right place to have a full talk so soon. ]
Just act natural.
[ ...
That isn't really an answer though as to whether Fabian wants to leave separately, huh--
And it seems like he isn't going to give that answer whatsoever, since he's already walking out of the room, leaving the karaoke booth behind as he's heading back in the direction of the party. ]
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Gorgug would've been fine with how this went--sure, he might've wondered if Fabian's mind was going into regret mode, but also, he wouldn't have let that take over. He would've talked about it with Fabian anyway, since it's good to talk about these things, right? Figure out where you stand (after sucking your best friend's dick).
But then Fabian takes his face in his hands and kisses him. A soft kiss, nothing passionate, and yet--it's comforting. It washes away those silly thoughts that Fabian wanted to be gone, and now Gorgug's in dog mode, something lighting up in his...still awkward Gorgug expression. But, don't be silly? You don't want him to be silly, Fabian?
Gorgug's on the job, dismissing them completely. Giving Fabian one last dumb nod behind he leaves, and then... Gorgug stands there. He thinks he needs a minute or two, actually, before he leaves and goes back out to join a party....
....where he probably shouldn't act like he just sucked a guy off in the karaoke booth.
(oh god he's gotta talk to rosie about this--) ]