[ Ray was with him, and that was good because Fraser didn't know quite where he was any more. He was flying high with pleasure, well aware of the warm body beneath him, yes, the beautiful man - his lovely partner - and all the things that meant, but flying too; soaring, cavorting, rolling. His hips rolled again, minutely, urgently, begging for Ray to hurry it up, and though he heard the briefest note of argument in his voice...
Yes, yes, yes. He was doing it. Ray's finger curled against him, against flesh stretched wide around his own three broad fingers, and Fraser shuddered, hips sinking down half an inch as his own strength briefly failed him. It wasn't his hand, and no matter the pleasure he could bring to himself, it was nothing to having Ray's hands on him--to having Ray's hands on him there, engaging in this intimacy, becoming complicit to it.
It took seconds or days, and then Fraser was twisting his fingers down into a V, making a gap into which the fourth could slide more easily. Muscle screamed complaint, and Fraser made a guttural sound like he was dying--it vibrated in his chest, because his mouth never so much as opened. It was finally enough; finally good, finally perfect, and Fraser absconded into that airborne world, hips moving forward, his back arching as he raised himself up and backward, pushing down again, thrusting up with his hand, taking Ray with him.
The full length of his chest, abdominals, pectorals, diaphragm, ribcage; everything jumped as he sobbed in a staggered inhale, and then his head was rolling left to right across his back and he was...crying through his death throes - something - because it was almost inhuman the sounds he made, muscles clenching around his hand, around Ray's. Another downward thrust; he struggled to inhale again, and Fraser seemed to come round, his head lolling across his right shoulder, hanging there for a few seconds before he managed to get his eyes back on Ray.
They weren't his eyes any more. There was hardly any blue left in them at all. They stared lust drowned oily black holes down at the man beneath him as he panted. ]
Do it. [ He whispered, begged, urged. ] Do it, Ray. Do it. Do it right now. Right now. I'll do the rest. Let me do the rest. Ray. Rayrayray. [ All the words felt good on his mouth. He really was as high as a kite. ]
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Yes, yes, yes. He was doing it. Ray's finger curled against him, against flesh stretched wide around his own three broad fingers, and Fraser shuddered, hips sinking down half an inch as his own strength briefly failed him. It wasn't his hand, and no matter the pleasure he could bring to himself, it was nothing to having Ray's hands on him--to having Ray's hands on him there, engaging in this intimacy, becoming complicit to it.
It took seconds or days, and then Fraser was twisting his fingers down into a V, making a gap into which the fourth could slide more easily. Muscle screamed complaint, and Fraser made a guttural sound like he was dying--it vibrated in his chest, because his mouth never so much as opened. It was finally enough; finally good, finally perfect, and Fraser absconded into that airborne world, hips moving forward, his back arching as he raised himself up and backward, pushing down again, thrusting up with his hand, taking Ray with him.
The full length of his chest, abdominals, pectorals, diaphragm, ribcage; everything jumped as he sobbed in a staggered inhale, and then his head was rolling left to right across his back and he was...crying through his death throes - something - because it was almost inhuman the sounds he made, muscles clenching around his hand, around Ray's. Another downward thrust; he struggled to inhale again, and Fraser seemed to come round, his head lolling across his right shoulder, hanging there for a few seconds before he managed to get his eyes back on Ray.
They weren't his eyes any more. There was hardly any blue left in them at all. They stared lust drowned oily black holes down at the man beneath him as he panted. ]
Do it. [ He whispered, begged, urged. ] Do it, Ray. Do it. Do it right now. Right now. I'll do the rest. Let me do the rest. Ray. Rayrayray. [ All the words felt good on his mouth. He really was as high as a kite. ]