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fabian aramais seacaster ([personal profile] maximumlegend) wrote2024-04-26 08:23 pm

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[personal profile] tinflower 2024-11-17 11:13 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Fabian doesn't mean anything by it.

Gorgug knows right away that Fabian means nothing by it.

But he still stares at him as he says it, wants to ask the question that's desperately pushing up his throat. You want me to do it again? It's a joke, because who would? If nothing between them happened, and it was nothing but a stupid result from his rage, which-- isn't untrue. It started that way, it came because of pride, but also became clearer it was about more than anger or ego and about the challenge Fabian was presenting to him, telling him to make him. Biting was never requested, demanded, or taunted--that was Gorgug.

And yet. You want me to do it again?

Gorgug only stares at Fabian for a couple of seconds before he ducks his head again, chuckling just to have some external reaction to that he knows he needs. But he needs to say something, actual words, when there's only one thing really bouncing around in his mind, that would match the energy Fabian's already giving him. So maybe if he starts to walk, the end of that chuckle on his lips, as he says it, then-- ]


You want me to bite you again?

[ --it can sound like nothing, while he's walking in the direction of where his axe got discarded because clearly, he's not thinking deeply about what he's saying either. He's not aware of any specific parts of his body that aren't his hands, obviously, and he's not thinking about tusks and lips and mouths.

All he has to focus on is his axe, and the best possible way to carefully pick it up to put back in its holster. ]
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[personal profile] tinflower 2024-12-02 03:48 pm (UTC)(link)
[ He can't think.

Not with that answer. Not with that ringing in his ears, drilling inside his brain. If you want to. Gorgug wants to scream, and the desire (that desire, but also--) slams through his limbs, that he no longer cares as deeply about his recently healed hands as he should be. His axe is right there, and while he was worried about grabbing onto it with the freshly knitted skin, he thinks it wouldn't be a bad idea to slam it into the ground a few times?

He needs a shower. Gorgug's got the axe in his hands, and it's a credit to the metal that it's forged with that it doesn't break under his shaking grip. He has to look back at Fabian, walk with him--how is he supposed to do this?

(Later--far, far, later, Gorgug may realise this for what it is, for what he was burying away and refusing to admit it being: flirting. They were flirting.

And a lot would have been solved if he'd taken the opening and fucked Fabian in the middle of the open field that day.)

Gorgug swallows in the air that isn't fulfilling enough, looks over his shoulder as he slowly turns, or just enough to face the direction they need to go to get back. Nodding, but also shouting a ]
O-okay! [ just to let Fabian know that he's coming.

And he's walking, axe still being carried by his hands than in its holster, even though: ]


Should I go to my lab? I think I've got something I can use...

[ H-haha, what if he ran off to his lab to hide? So he doesn't have to think about how turned on he is right now? God, is he glad he didn't start not ever wearing hoodies... ]