[Underneath him, his partner bucked and rolled, and stayed wonderfully hard, and then when Ray dared to open his eyes again, thumping his head hard against the bed and glowering at the ceiling--Fraser could practically feel the frustration coming off him. He held incredibly still until Ray looked at him, almost not daring to move in case it turned out to be a fluke. Ray's erection didn't falter. He could feel it one moment to the next still filling him, still Ray. Still doing this with Ray.
Fraser had the decency to look at least a little chagrined by Ray's declaration. Don't do that again. That sounded fair. It had been...very unfair of him to do it in the first place, what with the fact that Ray had been ready, and Fraser had already come once, was already miles ahead of him on the orgasm register. He'd have to start making that up to Ray, maybe over the next few days. It was only reasonable. He found the threat kind of endearing, actually.
He liked the shift of Ray's hips even more, shuddering, scraping his nails against his partner's ribcage. In fact it felt so good, was so distracting, that it took him a second to actually register what Ray had said, the double meaning of it at least, and he shook his head in disbelief. ]
That's awful, Ray. How could you say something like that?
[ And if Ray couldn't tell by now, that was Fraser's ill sense of humor stretching its legs. It said I understand, you dog you, because it was followed up with Fraser tensing all the muscles down his back, the muscles of his legs snapping taut as he raised himself up, squeezing around Ray as he began to move again. The first few movements were deliberate, straight up with his hands balancing himself against Ray's hips, but Fraser could only pretend to be superhuman for so long. He curled forward over Ray, his forearms crossing Ray's shoulders, his elbows in the bed underneath his partner's arms, and if anything the position was even better, nudging in such a way against his prostrate that the muscle of his thighs and arms trembled visibly at the peak of every thrust.
Fraser didn't moan, but he did pant raggedly, dropping his forehead against Ray's shoulder, then mouthing wetly against his bicep, tracing down to the tattoo there with his tongue. ]
Is it--
[ He could barely even think words that didn't repeat ten times first, let alone form them into any sort of coherent question or sentence. It was the tremble that kept breaking his train of thought, seeming to go through him to the bone, frying his brain, and he had to stop for just a second, biting into a moan, just to get the rest of his words out. ]
--Worth the wait?
[ He didn't wait for an answer, just went back to his deep rolling movements, his hips moving back against Ray's, urging him to reciprocate as much as he could in return. This felt as good as he'd always imagined it would, and here he was with the man he loved, and it was slow and languishing and perfect. The air seemed to hum with the energy of it, and it seemed to Fraser that this incredible moment could last forever. All he had to do was keep moving his hips, keep breathing. ]
Touch me, Ray. [ This was never not going to be a back and forth between them, but Fraser would perpetually be polite, even if he could only form the sibilants into a never-ending hiss: ] Pleassssse.
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Fraser had the decency to look at least a little chagrined by Ray's declaration. Don't do that again. That sounded fair. It had been...very unfair of him to do it in the first place, what with the fact that Ray had been ready, and Fraser had already come once, was already miles ahead of him on the orgasm register. He'd have to start making that up to Ray, maybe over the next few days. It was only reasonable. He found the threat kind of endearing, actually.
He liked the shift of Ray's hips even more, shuddering, scraping his nails against his partner's ribcage. In fact it felt so good, was so distracting, that it took him a second to actually register what Ray had said, the double meaning of it at least, and he shook his head in disbelief. ]
That's awful, Ray. How could you say something like that?
[ And if Ray couldn't tell by now, that was Fraser's ill sense of humor stretching its legs. It said I understand, you dog you, because it was followed up with Fraser tensing all the muscles down his back, the muscles of his legs snapping taut as he raised himself up, squeezing around Ray as he began to move again. The first few movements were deliberate, straight up with his hands balancing himself against Ray's hips, but Fraser could only pretend to be superhuman for so long. He curled forward over Ray, his forearms crossing Ray's shoulders, his elbows in the bed underneath his partner's arms, and if anything the position was even better, nudging in such a way against his prostrate that the muscle of his thighs and arms trembled visibly at the peak of every thrust.
Fraser didn't moan, but he did pant raggedly, dropping his forehead against Ray's shoulder, then mouthing wetly against his bicep, tracing down to the tattoo there with his tongue. ]
Is it--
[ He could barely even think words that didn't repeat ten times first, let alone form them into any sort of coherent question or sentence. It was the tremble that kept breaking his train of thought, seeming to go through him to the bone, frying his brain, and he had to stop for just a second, biting into a moan, just to get the rest of his words out. ]
--Worth the wait?
[ He didn't wait for an answer, just went back to his deep rolling movements, his hips moving back against Ray's, urging him to reciprocate as much as he could in return. This felt as good as he'd always imagined it would, and here he was with the man he loved, and it was slow and languishing and perfect. The air seemed to hum with the energy of it, and it seemed to Fraser that this incredible moment could last forever. All he had to do was keep moving his hips, keep breathing. ]
Touch me, Ray. [ This was never not going to be a back and forth between them, but Fraser would perpetually be polite, even if he could only form the sibilants into a never-ending hiss: ] Pleassssse.