A little bit more intense than anticipated. So intense that it is - indeed - very difficult for Fabian to focus on any one sensation in particular in this moment. It feels like there's so many going on, somewhere between Gorgug pushing him down so hard, the other's breath so loud right above him, those words, the strange wetness.. Not to mention that the loss of the eyepatch does disorient him a little. Nothing to do with his vision, obviously since there's nothing there, but it's still a familiar sensation suddenly being gone.
And yet he doesn't feel scared. Maybe he should. He's got all reason to, given that his friend who is physically stronger than him is clearly going much further than he ever has before and is showing no signs of stopping.
But Fabian doesn't feel scared.
Which would be easy to chalk up to his bravery, and maybe that's part of it, but there's also-- more. Something that makes adrenaline rush up in his veins. He's being held down, and he's being told to beg, and there's-- there's something there. Fabian doesn't want to think about it too hard, since something inside of him feels like it's trying to push him away from doing so, but it's like he's getting breathless as well as he stares up at Gorgug's dark eyes, as he feels the strength of that hand against his torso. A part of him doesn't want this moment to end, even if that means Gorgug may just pulverize him.
His attitude from a moment ago fades away. The corners of Fabian's lips curl up into a grin before he's even realized it.
Gorgug is right about one thing - as Fabian's free arms move, hands grabbing onto the arm that's pushing him down, tugging on it to try and move it - and that is that Fabian Seacaster indeed does not beg.
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A little bit more intense than anticipated. So intense that it is - indeed - very difficult for Fabian to focus on any one sensation in particular in this moment. It feels like there's so many going on, somewhere between Gorgug pushing him down so hard, the other's breath so loud right above him, those words, the strange wetness.. Not to mention that the loss of the eyepatch does disorient him a little. Nothing to do with his vision, obviously since there's nothing there, but it's still a familiar sensation suddenly being gone.
And yet he doesn't feel scared. Maybe he should. He's got all reason to, given that his friend who is physically stronger than him is clearly going much further than he ever has before and is showing no signs of stopping.
But Fabian doesn't feel scared.
Which would be easy to chalk up to his bravery, and maybe that's part of it, but there's also-- more. Something that makes adrenaline rush up in his veins. He's being held down, and he's being told to beg, and there's-- there's something there. Fabian doesn't want to think about it too hard, since something inside of him feels like it's trying to push him away from doing so, but it's like he's getting breathless as well as he stares up at Gorgug's dark eyes, as he feels the strength of that hand against his torso. A part of him doesn't want this moment to end, even if that means Gorgug may just pulverize him.
His attitude from a moment ago fades away. The corners of Fabian's lips curl up into a grin before he's even realized it.
Gorgug is right about one thing - as Fabian's free arms move, hands grabbing onto the arm that's pushing him down, tugging on it to try and move it - and that is that Fabian Seacaster indeed does not beg.
So with that grin on his face, he just says-- ]
Fuck you.
[ -- and he spits right in the other's face. ]
Make me.
[ Is he enjoying this?
(Why is he enjoying this?) ]