[ What control persists in Gorgug remains in his teeth, if barely. It's hard to call this control, when his tusks have broken skin and when every sound Fabian makes hits his ear and makes him want to dig in deeper, give more. That's what this begging thing is about, right? Making Fabian ask for more, or something. Plead to him. Show him that he wants the same thing as Gorgug's rage becomes muddied by a different kind of want.
Somewhere, as Gorgug sucks on the spread of skin against his mouth, a sweet metallic taste slipping in as the pressure locks his jaw tighter. The hands on his forearm pinning Fabian's chest doesn't get it to move, but that need, that want, does. Except he doesn't know what he's doing, twisting up Fabian's shirt into his fingers with his fingers dully scraping, barely managing to do much there, before he decides to find an answer by lowering it further down his body. He brushes against Fabian's side, his waist, and in case Fabian attempts to push up his chest again without the force telling him to stay down, Gorgug does bite in harder--does grunt in place of a growl he can't fully give.
Gorgug lands somewhere at Fabian's waist, and decided to take a hold there; fingernails blunted, but still gripping down into the skin, to find purchase--to find a reaction, to hear Fabain make more sounds.
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Somewhere, as Gorgug sucks on the spread of skin against his mouth, a sweet metallic taste slipping in as the pressure locks his jaw tighter. The hands on his forearm pinning Fabian's chest doesn't get it to move, but that need, that want, does. Except he doesn't know what he's doing, twisting up Fabian's shirt into his fingers with his fingers dully scraping, barely managing to do much there, before he decides to find an answer by lowering it further down his body. He brushes against Fabian's side, his waist, and in case Fabian attempts to push up his chest again without the force telling him to stay down, Gorgug does bite in harder--does grunt in place of a growl he can't fully give.
Gorgug lands somewhere at Fabian's waist, and decided to take a hold there; fingernails blunted, but still gripping down into the skin, to find purchase--to find a reaction, to hear Fabain make more sounds.
To hear him speak. ]