[ Fair. Nothing about this is fair. For one thing, being laid out, pinned, helpless for Stanley with no way of fighting back is viciously depraved. All he has is those fingers, into which his own tighten painfully hard, as much unwilling to let Ray go as he was trying to squeeze the feeling out of him. He kicked at the floor again, but Fraser only absorbed every ineffectual action he made as though he'd spared no energy at all. Fraser was a rock, and Stanley was a cock, because God...
God the air and freedom practically stung.
He had no disadvantage either. He could look down and see those broad hands, calloused from climbing up the side of concrete buildings and playing guitars and swinging on ropes--and whatever else it was Fraser did all the time. They were practically sandpaper, not at all soft, unlike Stanley's. The contrast was enough to make him whimper--and then instantly regret it.
And then whimpered again despite himself because those were dirty filthy words, and they were dirtier and filthier for the fact that he wanted it so bad. Fraser thought so too; or at least there was an imperceptible extra oomph to his next squeeze, the exposure of something... God was that a handgun or a rifle nudging against his ass? ]
I'm going to... Madre. I'm going to kill you-oh. Both of you. Whack you. Feed you to the ffff--
[ Words failed him again, and Ray watched entranced as Stanley's head bobbed down, a feeling of mounting horror rising in him. He was feeling great, flying high, and this could only end badly. It could only end badly. Because they were doing that whole silent communication thing, and there were teeth in Stanley Kowalski's mouth, he knew all about those, and the better he felt, the more amazing that mouth felt on his nipple, the surer he was that...
Holy fucking Christ!
Except he shouted it out loud. Oh well. Not like anyone in the police station would be remotely perturbed by that outburst. The groan of pain that came at the second bite, at least, he managed to keep between them. Stanley was intolerable. He was...he was the personification of sexual cruelty, and he knew it. Honey and sweetness and then viciousness--a fast learner. ]
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God the air and freedom practically stung.
He had no disadvantage either. He could look down and see those broad hands, calloused from climbing up the side of concrete buildings and playing guitars and swinging on ropes--and whatever else it was Fraser did all the time. They were practically sandpaper, not at all soft, unlike Stanley's. The contrast was enough to make him whimper--and then instantly regret it.
And then whimpered again despite himself because those were dirty filthy words, and they were dirtier and filthier for the fact that he wanted it so bad. Fraser thought so too; or at least there was an imperceptible extra oomph to his next squeeze, the exposure of something... God was that a handgun or a rifle nudging against his ass? ]
I'm going to... Madre. I'm going to kill you-oh. Both of you. Whack you. Feed you to the ffff--
[ Words failed him again, and Ray watched entranced as Stanley's head bobbed down, a feeling of mounting horror rising in him. He was feeling great, flying high, and this could only end badly. It could only end badly. Because they were doing that whole silent communication thing, and there were teeth in Stanley Kowalski's mouth, he knew all about those, and the better he felt, the more amazing that mouth felt on his nipple, the surer he was that...
Holy fucking Christ!
Except he shouted it out loud. Oh well. Not like anyone in the police station would be remotely perturbed by that outburst. The groan of pain that came at the second bite, at least, he managed to keep between them. Stanley was intolerable. He was...he was the personification of sexual cruelty, and he knew it. Honey and sweetness and then viciousness--a fast learner. ]