It was a little easier to not think about any of this during the act itself. Easier to just lie there and let it happen, especially since it's not like Fabian needed to do anything for that. Even if he'd lie there completely still, Gorgug would just keep going and maybe-- maybe Fabian wanted him to, or something, or-- well, that's the not thinking part. He can't exactly recall what went through his head, or maybe he doesn't want to.
But with Gorgug suddenly pulling away - Fabian letting out a pained hiss when the tusks move out of his skin, a painful sting no matter how careful his friend is being - reality is dawning a lot harder on Fabian.
Especially when he sees the blood on the other. And the darkness in Gorgug's face. And the way Gorgug sounds so like-- well, like Gorgug again, without any of the rage. It takes away the momentum that was at least keeping some of Fabian's embarrassment about the entire situation at bay, but the way it is so suddenly over means that he's only getting smacked in the face harder by it now.
He doesn't want to think about it. He doesn't! He's not going to! He's simply not going to think about it!
So he doesn't. As Fabian half-sits up, he doesn't think about the sore pain in the exact area where Gorgug bit him. He doesn't think about how there must be a mark. He doesn't think about the other on him only a moment ago, or the blush on his skin. None of it. Not thinking. Just asking, subtly, smoothly-- ]
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It was a little easier to not think about any of this during the act itself. Easier to just lie there and let it happen, especially since it's not like Fabian needed to do anything for that. Even if he'd lie there completely still, Gorgug would just keep going and maybe-- maybe Fabian wanted him to, or something, or-- well, that's the not thinking part. He can't exactly recall what went through his head, or maybe he doesn't want to.
But with Gorgug suddenly pulling away - Fabian letting out a pained hiss when the tusks move out of his skin, a painful sting no matter how careful his friend is being - reality is dawning a lot harder on Fabian.
Especially when he sees the blood on the other. And the darkness in Gorgug's face. And the way Gorgug sounds so like-- well, like Gorgug again, without any of the rage. It takes away the momentum that was at least keeping some of Fabian's embarrassment about the entire situation at bay, but the way it is so suddenly over means that he's only getting smacked in the face harder by it now.
He doesn't want to think about it. He doesn't! He's not going to! He's simply not going to think about it!
So he doesn't. As Fabian half-sits up, he doesn't think about the sore pain in the exact area where Gorgug bit him. He doesn't think about how there must be a mark. He doesn't think about the other on him only a moment ago, or the blush on his skin. None of it. Not thinking. Just asking, subtly, smoothly-- ]
Doyouneedmetohealyou?!
[ So smooth.
So subtle.
HE'S NOT THINKING ABOUT IT!! ]