[ Oh, this was happening. This was happening--God, God, God. Fraser positively glowed under the compliment, his eyes closing again despite all his best efforts to keep them open, to concentrate, to look down at the beautiful man beneath him shifting, shivering, twitching with anticipation and need.
With want and love and adoration.
His head fell a few inches forward, but still Fraser didn't keep moving; he was still absorbing the moment, the feeling of completion and all it entailed, putting away the wonderful friction and pressure with the intimate personal feelings that made this so much more than just physical pleasure.
Ray--his partner, his Ray, his forever. How perfect, this moment? How underlining, how overwhelming? Draw a bubble round it, pen it in with highlighter, announce it with fireworks or a skywriter. This was the moment. The moment they'd been leading up to, the moment that changed everything.
He wanted it to last forever, just so that his poor mind had a chance to make sense of all of it. He wanted to gild it; the flexion of Ray's muscles, the hard silk of his cock, the rumble of desire in words that he wanted to hear echoing in his ears forever. But there was no stopping it, no framing it, nothing but memory with which to capture all of it, and for once in his life Fraser didn't feel his mind was up to the task. How could it capture this perfection?
And sure, this was going to be a problem; but didn't they both have vacation they could claim? No, that wouldn't be necessary. The periods of time where they actually had to do some work would punctuate their sex life rather than the other way around, and that could be for the best. As fierce as the two of them could go about these things, with all their scratching and bruising and biting, it was probably best they weren't constantly able to get their hands on each other. There might not be much of either of them left after a week of this.
Okay, okay breathe. Breathe.
Fraser shuddered, leaning forward and down, brushing the softest of kisses against Ray's swollen mouth. His own wasn't faring much better. Ray was close, and Fraser wanted him to come - he did - but he didn't have to. He licked his lips before he spoke: fortunately he was a little more coherent. The words were murmured against Ray's mouth. ]
I don't want you to hold back when you're ready to come, Ray. I'll stop you. I know how--how to stop you so that the next time you reach that plateau it'll feel like someone reached a fist inside of you and squeezed. Just trust me.
[ He pulled himself back up to a sitting position - easier now that some of his strength had returned - his hands slipping from Ray's shoulders. One settled across the back of Ray's on his hip, and the other slipped between them, reaching down to curl gently against Ray's balls, cradling delicate skin against the rough of his own palm where he could feel every twitch. Where he could respond when the time came, and force back the ebb of Ray's orgasm halfway - painfully, even - but it'd be worth it. It'd stretch this out, and he so desperately wanted Ray to last.
But not so much he wasn't going to drive him wild with it first. The effort was made by his legs, and Fraser with some miraculously unparalleled sense of balance rose and fell, thrusting up into the bare air, falling, filled, embracing Ray again with every descent. It was a burning rhythm - he wasn't ready for it yet - but it was fast in order to draw Ray to that point. Only on the other side of it could they hope to draw this out into sweat, hot panting and rumpled sheets, long languid movements as they stared into each other's eyes, and Fraser couldn't stay on the precipice of trigger awareness long enough to catch him if they started that first. ]
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With want and love and adoration.
His head fell a few inches forward, but still Fraser didn't keep moving; he was still absorbing the moment, the feeling of completion and all it entailed, putting away the wonderful friction and pressure with the intimate personal feelings that made this so much more than just physical pleasure.
Ray--his partner, his Ray, his forever. How perfect, this moment? How underlining, how overwhelming? Draw a bubble round it, pen it in with highlighter, announce it with fireworks or a skywriter. This was the moment. The moment they'd been leading up to, the moment that changed everything.
He wanted it to last forever, just so that his poor mind had a chance to make sense of all of it. He wanted to gild it; the flexion of Ray's muscles, the hard silk of his cock, the rumble of desire in words that he wanted to hear echoing in his ears forever. But there was no stopping it, no framing it, nothing but memory with which to capture all of it, and for once in his life Fraser didn't feel his mind was up to the task. How could it capture this perfection?
And sure, this was going to be a problem; but didn't they both have vacation they could claim? No, that wouldn't be necessary. The periods of time where they actually had to do some work would punctuate their sex life rather than the other way around, and that could be for the best. As fierce as the two of them could go about these things, with all their scratching and bruising and biting, it was probably best they weren't constantly able to get their hands on each other. There might not be much of either of them left after a week of this.
Okay, okay breathe. Breathe.
Fraser shuddered, leaning forward and down, brushing the softest of kisses against Ray's swollen mouth. His own wasn't faring much better. Ray was close, and Fraser wanted him to come - he did - but he didn't have to. He licked his lips before he spoke: fortunately he was a little more coherent. The words were murmured against Ray's mouth. ]
I don't want you to hold back when you're ready to come, Ray. I'll stop you. I know how--how to stop you so that the next time you reach that plateau it'll feel like someone reached a fist inside of you and squeezed. Just trust me.
[ He pulled himself back up to a sitting position - easier now that some of his strength had returned - his hands slipping from Ray's shoulders. One settled across the back of Ray's on his hip, and the other slipped between them, reaching down to curl gently against Ray's balls, cradling delicate skin against the rough of his own palm where he could feel every twitch. Where he could respond when the time came, and force back the ebb of Ray's orgasm halfway - painfully, even - but it'd be worth it. It'd stretch this out, and he so desperately wanted Ray to last.
But not so much he wasn't going to drive him wild with it first. The effort was made by his legs, and Fraser with some miraculously unparalleled sense of balance rose and fell, thrusting up into the bare air, falling, filled, embracing Ray again with every descent. It was a burning rhythm - he wasn't ready for it yet - but it was fast in order to draw Ray to that point. Only on the other side of it could they hope to draw this out into sweat, hot panting and rumpled sheets, long languid movements as they stared into each other's eyes, and Fraser couldn't stay on the precipice of trigger awareness long enough to catch him if they started that first. ]
Let it go, Ray. I've got you.