[It wasn't until last night that Ray truly understood the concept of foreplay. Of how a whole evening could be some of the best sex of his life without ever actually putting his dick in something (except maybe Fraser's mouth). Before now foreplay had been more of a myth than anything real, something that he accepted with Stella but never found it quite as mind blowing as a proper fuck. Maybe, just maybe, he and Stella didn't have quite the connection he always believed they did, not when he's mid thirties and only just finding out that a hand job can rock his world more than any pussy can.
There's just something about Fraser arching and moaning under him that feels right, like it should have happened years ago. Like it's something Ray's always needed, even before the two of them ever met. It's not doing it with a man that's made this different, it's just doing it with Fraser has made it different. He's just Bentonsexual, and he supposes he's kind of okay with that.
Thanks to that pillow he was getting an even better view of every little flinch and shudder that flashed across Fraser's features, his own lips curling up in amusement as he takes mental notes of just what reaction each curl of his fingers gets. Benton's suffering so wonderfully with all of this and Ray can't help but be perfectly entertained by reactions alone. He'd never been patient, three weeks premature as he was, but when it came to torturing Benton so beautifully, he thinks he could hold off on pleasure forever. He almost had enough to orgasm just from viewing pleasure alone.]
Little desperate, huh? S'alright. I can help with that.
[Another roll down with his palm and then finally he brings a hand up to curl around both the waistband of those breeches and the boxers, tugging them down in unison, although stopping at the curve of Fraser's arse where behind meets thigh. Trying to pull them further was just a hassle right now and all he really wanted to achieve from the movement is to release that straining erection from it's confines.
He smirks, that innocence lost behind the devious little flash of teeth and lowered brows, still staring up at Fraser as he drops his head again to trail his lips down the path of Benton's stomach, following the thin trail of hair past his pubis and only pulling back after his chin bumps against his eager arousal. There's only the briefest moments of hesitation, more as a pause for consideration than any uncertainty, before he ducks down enough to flick his tongue against the head, and then again with the whole flat of his tongue. By the third time he's shifting enough to lick from close to the base all the way back up, step by step as if he's trying to test the waters for himself as much as Fraser.
If Fraser can lick cock, then surely Ray can give it a try.]
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There's just something about Fraser arching and moaning under him that feels right, like it should have happened years ago. Like it's something Ray's always needed, even before the two of them ever met. It's not doing it with a man that's made this different, it's just doing it with Fraser has made it different. He's just Bentonsexual, and he supposes he's kind of okay with that.
Thanks to that pillow he was getting an even better view of every little flinch and shudder that flashed across Fraser's features, his own lips curling up in amusement as he takes mental notes of just what reaction each curl of his fingers gets. Benton's suffering so wonderfully with all of this and Ray can't help but be perfectly entertained by reactions alone. He'd never been patient, three weeks premature as he was, but when it came to torturing Benton so beautifully, he thinks he could hold off on pleasure forever. He almost had enough to orgasm just from viewing pleasure alone.]
Little desperate, huh? S'alright. I can help with that.
[Another roll down with his palm and then finally he brings a hand up to curl around both the waistband of those breeches and the boxers, tugging them down in unison, although stopping at the curve of Fraser's arse where behind meets thigh. Trying to pull them further was just a hassle right now and all he really wanted to achieve from the movement is to release that straining erection from it's confines.
He smirks, that innocence lost behind the devious little flash of teeth and lowered brows, still staring up at Fraser as he drops his head again to trail his lips down the path of Benton's stomach, following the thin trail of hair past his pubis and only pulling back after his chin bumps against his eager arousal. There's only the briefest moments of hesitation, more as a pause for consideration than any uncertainty, before he ducks down enough to flick his tongue against the head, and then again with the whole flat of his tongue. By the third time he's shifting enough to lick from close to the base all the way back up, step by step as if he's trying to test the waters for himself as much as Fraser.
If Fraser can lick cock, then surely Ray can give it a try.]