[If Ray hadn't been so entirely in the moment, he'd have been tempted to sock Fraser for that. It's a cruel trick that would undoubtedly have it's up sides by the end of all this, but right now was an experience that had Ray writhing and clenching underneath the other.
Still arched in a desperate attempt to try and bury himself into that warmth, Ray takes the squeeze and jab with a guttural growl, that beautiful orgasm turned into something that's almost painful for him to endure, a pleasure and pain tearing through him that's not quite enough, not without the release to follow. His body wants it so desperately that he's left making frustrated little moans as he rides out the short burst of whatever that was, and then he's left gasping pathetically. It's out of frustration that he briefly lifts his head, only to slam it back down against the soft embrace of the bed, staring up at the ceiling for just a second, teeth gritted.
But it worked. He's still rock hard and eager for more, and as Fraser slowly lowers himself back down, it doesn't feel like he's about to blow his load in an instant like it had mere moments before.
That's not to say he doesn't childishly resent that move just slightly, denying his release like that. And it's hard for him to decide which of them is being more selfish right now, but he supposes this is worth it in the long run. It better be.
He huffs out a heavy sigh as he hears his name, attention flickering back towards his partner and humming out a low noise of acknowledgement. It's impossible to stay annoyed at a sight like that. His Fraser staring back at him, quietly cautious, reassuring and entirely attentive. Fraser had done that for the both of them. To make sure they both got the full enjoyment out of this, and Ray really can't fault a guy for that sort of attention.]
M'fine. But you won't be if you do that again, I swear to God. Just... just c'mon. I'm good.
[Recovered, for the most part, he thinks, rolling his hips under Fraser experimentally and more than a little suggestively.]
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Still arched in a desperate attempt to try and bury himself into that warmth, Ray takes the squeeze and jab with a guttural growl, that beautiful orgasm turned into something that's almost painful for him to endure, a pleasure and pain tearing through him that's not quite enough, not without the release to follow. His body wants it so desperately that he's left making frustrated little moans as he rides out the short burst of whatever that was, and then he's left gasping pathetically. It's out of frustration that he briefly lifts his head, only to slam it back down against the soft embrace of the bed, staring up at the ceiling for just a second, teeth gritted.
But it worked. He's still rock hard and eager for more, and as Fraser slowly lowers himself back down, it doesn't feel like he's about to blow his load in an instant like it had mere moments before.
That's not to say he doesn't childishly resent that move just slightly, denying his release like that. And it's hard for him to decide which of them is being more selfish right now, but he supposes this is worth it in the long run. It better be.
He huffs out a heavy sigh as he hears his name, attention flickering back towards his partner and humming out a low noise of acknowledgement. It's impossible to stay annoyed at a sight like that. His Fraser staring back at him, quietly cautious, reassuring and entirely attentive. Fraser had done that for the both of them. To make sure they both got the full enjoyment out of this, and Ray really can't fault a guy for that sort of attention.]
M'fine. But you won't be if you do that again, I swear to God. Just... just c'mon. I'm good.
[Recovered, for the most part, he thinks, rolling his hips under Fraser experimentally and more than a little suggestively.]
Show me some of that ridin' skill, Mountie.