[ The physical contact is a little awkward. And usually Fabian would have moved to make it less awkward. If the circumstances were different, if it was just them the way they always are, he would have lowered himself. He would have moved to sit by Gorgug's side, allowing the other to melt into his side if he'd want to, like a sitting half-cuddle.
But Gorgug isn't himself. And this isn't a normal situation. It makes Fabian even less sure what to do think about the way Gorgug leans against his legs, but before he can even open up his mouth to comment on it, Gorgug speaks.
Oh, how he speaks. ]
What?
[ It's just one word. One little noise, rather, because Fabian doesn't sound angry or offended. He just sounds.. surprised, startled, almost. It's why the volume of his voice is softer than the usual, yet the pitch is higher, like he's totally caught off guard by the words.
It's the last thing he expected Gorgug to say right now. Was that what the other had been thinking, back during the spar? Or is it that whatever has taken over Gorgug has the ability to read Fabian's thoughts, and knew that for a moment back there, he-- he--
(He thinks back on that moment, and he remembers a weird feeling in the pit of his stomach. For a moment the image flashes across Fabian's mind. Him lying there on the ground on his back, Gorgug's hands on him, Gorgug's lips on him, imagining letting Gorgug take him in that moment. I'd fuck you if you said yes.)
His mind violently jerks him back to the current moment. He feels panicked, his heart racing, unsure what to make of any of this. Fabian feels himself growing just a little bit hard, which makes him curse the way Gorgug is so dangerously close to his dick right now. This is the last thing Fabian needs right now. It's just-- Just a distraction, right?
After all, this isn't Gorgug. It's not fully Gorgug. Gorgug isn't saying this at all because it's what he was feeling back then, it's just whatever is in him speaking of this to throw Fabian off. There's no other possible explanation.
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But Gorgug isn't himself. And this isn't a normal situation. It makes Fabian even less sure what to do think about the way Gorgug leans against his legs, but before he can even open up his mouth to comment on it, Gorgug speaks.
Oh, how he speaks. ]
What?
[ It's just one word. One little noise, rather, because Fabian doesn't sound angry or offended. He just sounds.. surprised, startled, almost. It's why the volume of his voice is softer than the usual, yet the pitch is higher, like he's totally caught off guard by the words.
It's the last thing he expected Gorgug to say right now. Was that what the other had been thinking, back during the spar? Or is it that whatever has taken over Gorgug has the ability to read Fabian's thoughts, and knew that for a moment back there, he-- he--
(He thinks back on that moment, and he remembers a weird feeling in the pit of his stomach. For a moment the image flashes across Fabian's mind. Him lying there on the ground on his back, Gorgug's hands on him, Gorgug's lips on him, imagining letting Gorgug take him in that moment. I'd fuck you if you said yes.)
His mind violently jerks him back to the current moment. He feels panicked, his heart racing, unsure what to make of any of this. Fabian feels himself growing just a little bit hard, which makes him curse the way Gorgug is so dangerously close to his dick right now. This is the last thing Fabian needs right now. It's just-- Just a distraction, right?
After all, this isn't Gorgug. It's not fully Gorgug. Gorgug isn't saying this at all because it's what he was feeling back then, it's just whatever is in him speaking of this to throw Fabian off. There's no other possible explanation.
His heart still races in his chest. ]
You don't mean that. Stop.
[ Stop it. Stop confusing him. ]