[ He feels...god, he feels exposed. This wasn't normal for him, not normal at all, and while he'd stripped out of his clothes quite thoroughly the night before, there was something much more lewd about this than he could have ever been prepared for. He was being bared to Ray inch by inch, laid open underneath him, and then watched; watched through every meticulous experimental shift of Ray's hand as he began the process of getting his bearings in regard to Fraser's body.
That wasn't anything he had experience of either. The feeling - the overwhelming sensation of this not just being sex but the beginning of something - made him happier than he could stand. Ray seemed to be delighted--a feeling he frankly shared. Fraser watched too, overcome with desire as each one of his gasps and reactions led to a response from Ray; the flicker of his eyes downward, the quirk of his lips, a flash of teeth as he fought back a smile. It was immensely rewarding to see Ray like that over pleasing him, giving it all the same focus that he gave dancing. And Ray danced beautifully. He smiled beautifully. He broke into a grin like a menace, and that was fantastic too.
This was the beginning of something. Ray was learning the syllables in this new language that they were discovering together, and he was clearly enjoying the process, enjoying the way every little action stripped away at the veneer of Benton Fraser the Mountie to reveal something entirely new: Benton Fraser his lover. Stripped him right down to the bone, exposed him--
It was terrifying, and yet Fraser loved it. Ray already knew him better than any man could, so this was surely the next natural step. Partner and now partners. Partners that were partners.
The next natural step, but there was nothing natural about the sound he made when Ray's hot tongue flashed against his oversensitive erection, fleeting and hot and wet and gone again before he had time to even react. His hands twisted in Ray's hair, maybe too hard, then seized in tight again as Ray's tongue came back into contact, this time with a firm flush of muscle that tore another animalistic groan from the center of his chest. He had to fight not to buck up off the bed, his muscles clenching across his belly, his ass, his thighs, all with the tension it took not to snap them urgently upward. There was remarkable strength in his legs; Ray wouldn't even stand a chance if Fraser let pleasure make his head spin. ]
R-Ray--Ray. [ He needed to arch something, even if it was just his neck and shoulders, and Fraser let go of Ray's hair, snatched up for the pillow and tugged it upward, rising off the bed as he muffled his third moan of appreciation into Ray's cushion, his nails digging into the stitches so hard that they almost burst.
But that wasn't what he wanted either. He wanted to see Ray. If Ray was going to do this... If Ray was going to do this he wanted to see it with his own eyes, map it onto his memory like a permanent snapshot. So the pillow went back into place, and Fraser tried to breathe, because there was a very, very real risk that he was going to lose control well before it was appropriate. ]
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That wasn't anything he had experience of either. The feeling - the overwhelming sensation of this not just being sex but the beginning of something - made him happier than he could stand. Ray seemed to be delighted--a feeling he frankly shared. Fraser watched too, overcome with desire as each one of his gasps and reactions led to a response from Ray; the flicker of his eyes downward, the quirk of his lips, a flash of teeth as he fought back a smile. It was immensely rewarding to see Ray like that over pleasing him, giving it all the same focus that he gave dancing. And Ray danced beautifully. He smiled beautifully. He broke into a grin like a menace, and that was fantastic too.
This was the beginning of something. Ray was learning the syllables in this new language that they were discovering together, and he was clearly enjoying the process, enjoying the way every little action stripped away at the veneer of Benton Fraser the Mountie to reveal something entirely new: Benton Fraser his lover. Stripped him right down to the bone, exposed him--
It was terrifying, and yet Fraser loved it. Ray already knew him better than any man could, so this was surely the next natural step. Partner and now partners. Partners that were partners.
The next natural step, but there was nothing natural about the sound he made when Ray's hot tongue flashed against his oversensitive erection, fleeting and hot and wet and gone again before he had time to even react. His hands twisted in Ray's hair, maybe too hard, then seized in tight again as Ray's tongue came back into contact, this time with a firm flush of muscle that tore another animalistic groan from the center of his chest. He had to fight not to buck up off the bed, his muscles clenching across his belly, his ass, his thighs, all with the tension it took not to snap them urgently upward. There was remarkable strength in his legs; Ray wouldn't even stand a chance if Fraser let pleasure make his head spin. ]
R-Ray--Ray. [ He needed to arch something, even if it was just his neck and shoulders, and Fraser let go of Ray's hair, snatched up for the pillow and tugged it upward, rising off the bed as he muffled his third moan of appreciation into Ray's cushion, his nails digging into the stitches so hard that they almost burst.
But that wasn't what he wanted either. He wanted to see Ray. If Ray was going to do this... If Ray was going to do this he wanted to see it with his own eyes, map it onto his memory like a permanent snapshot. So the pillow went back into place, and Fraser tried to breathe, because there was a very, very real risk that he was going to lose control well before it was appropriate. ]