[ As expected Ray was vibrating physically in mirror of the repressed hum beneath Fraser's own skin. As soon as they touch again it's like a fireworks factory catching light; explosions and lights dancing in every direction, great showers of fire and color burning the air with the scent of spent sulfur. BANG went the door. BANG went his back, as Ray all but slammed him against the nearest hard surface, the wind knocked out of him into the kiss--or maybe by the kiss.
Because it was some kiss: Ray's arms were a vice around his waist, his lips were a fury to contend with, teeth and tongue pulsing and forceful, and Fraser gasped and panted back into it - fuck excess lung capacity, he was drowning - giving back as good as he got for the long, urgent minute where all Ray did was kiss him. He felt he could live in this feeling and be content; of being needed, both like this and in terms of being someone to a man who was far more than just a partner to him.
But the wonderful thing about this whole situation was that one moment wasn't exclusive to that feeling; it tumbled into the next, then into the next. Ray's mouth was softer as it tracked his jaw, leaving no bruises behind, but it was more than enough. As Ray's tongue finally curled around his earlobe, hot breath filling it, the sound of his name poured out in need and desperation, begging for reassurance, it left him keening, curling helplessly against his partner, his own breath an incoherent moan.
God, words. What even were words? It was hard to think coherent thoughts with Ray's mouth on his ear, let alone think of something to say to a sound - to his name - plead with such urgency. He could manage a syllable, though: ]
Ray. [ Like a gasp, then again-- ] Ray. [ More like begging this time, and the hands he'd knotted in Ray's hoodie loosened, clawing at the shoulders instead, before pawing down Ray's back. ] Ray.
[ There were other words in his vocabulary weren't there? He knew there were. Words like... God. No, there were words that had more than three letters, but he couldn't recollect a single one. So instead he wrapped his arms around Ray's waist like he was anchoring himself to keep from drowning - which in many ways he was - and panted the only three words, each with three letters, that he could remember. ]
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Because it was some kiss: Ray's arms were a vice around his waist, his lips were a fury to contend with, teeth and tongue pulsing and forceful, and Fraser gasped and panted back into it - fuck excess lung capacity, he was drowning - giving back as good as he got for the long, urgent minute where all Ray did was kiss him. He felt he could live in this feeling and be content; of being needed, both like this and in terms of being someone to a man who was far more than just a partner to him.
But the wonderful thing about this whole situation was that one moment wasn't exclusive to that feeling; it tumbled into the next, then into the next. Ray's mouth was softer as it tracked his jaw, leaving no bruises behind, but it was more than enough. As Ray's tongue finally curled around his earlobe, hot breath filling it, the sound of his name poured out in need and desperation, begging for reassurance, it left him keening, curling helplessly against his partner, his own breath an incoherent moan.
God, words. What even were words? It was hard to think coherent thoughts with Ray's mouth on his ear, let alone think of something to say to a sound - to his name - plead with such urgency. He could manage a syllable, though: ]
Ray. [ Like a gasp, then again-- ] Ray. [ More like begging this time, and the hands he'd knotted in Ray's hoodie loosened, clawing at the shoulders instead, before pawing down Ray's back. ] Ray.
[ There were other words in his vocabulary weren't there? He knew there were. Words like... God. No, there were words that had more than three letters, but he couldn't recollect a single one. So instead he wrapped his arms around Ray's waist like he was anchoring himself to keep from drowning - which in many ways he was - and panted the only three words, each with three letters, that he could remember. ]
God. Ray. Ray, bed. Bed.