[Words barely seem worth it, not when the two of them learned long ago to communicate without them. Right now they could manage without, both so close to one another that Ray could feel every twitch of Fraser's muscles and react, even anticipate his next movement well enough to respond in an almost perfect harmony. The two of them are synchronised in body and mind, reading off each others cues even in the height of arousal, and that really says something to Ray. That if they can both understand each other when there's barely any blood left in their brains and neither of them are capable of normal speech, then they've probably got something good going on.
Ray had never felt anything like this, like they were both made for this, to be together like this, and he doesn't even care how cliché that sounds. They fit so well together that Ray can't even remember a time when he's felt as stimulated as right now, with such a perfect friction against his surviving erection. He can honestly say he's not gay too- even in his current position- that he's never felt the slightest attraction to another man, but Fraser was a special case. Fraser was different in more ways than just being odd. He was Ray's and no one could take that away.
He tries his best to properly kiss back as Fraser leans in, to seal their lips into something a little more effective, but each time he attempts it, a downwards jerk of Fraser's hips set him off gasping and panting again and they're back to square one. Instead he keeps his lips against his partners and huffs out a distracted laugh, amused and far too aroused to care about their complete lack of coordination with something that should be so simple. He can still mouth against Fraser though, occasionally muttering something unintelligible but agreeable between flicks of his tongue and purred out groans, he even feels and hears Fraser's own attempt at speech. Yes might not be the height of conversation, but it's as sexy as anything else right now, spurring Ray on as he arches and thrusts.
It's difficult for him to keep track of time when they're like this, feeling like they've been at it for hours as he loses himself in the moment, each minute stretching out into nothing more than growls and grinding and the concentrated jerks of Ray's wrist as he distractedly tries to keep working it.
Fraser's got far too much stamina to be considered human. Ray's impressed in himself that he's even managed to keep up, but he imagines that little trick from earlier has helped with that. It helps that he's the one on his back now too, the work load far more reliant on Fraser's movements than his own, and he'll be damn surprised if the Mountie's thighs aren't burning after this, even if just a little. The bastard is far too fit for his own good, or maybe Ray just needs to start cutting down on the pizza, beer and occasional cigarette.]
Hnngh, yeah. Yeah.
[Okay, so maybe he's not much more eloquent than Fraser right now, but that's hardly a surprise.]
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Ray had never felt anything like this, like they were both made for this, to be together like this, and he doesn't even care how cliché that sounds. They fit so well together that Ray can't even remember a time when he's felt as stimulated as right now, with such a perfect friction against his surviving erection. He can honestly say he's not gay too- even in his current position- that he's never felt the slightest attraction to another man, but Fraser was a special case. Fraser was different in more ways than just being odd. He was Ray's and no one could take that away.
He tries his best to properly kiss back as Fraser leans in, to seal their lips into something a little more effective, but each time he attempts it, a downwards jerk of Fraser's hips set him off gasping and panting again and they're back to square one. Instead he keeps his lips against his partners and huffs out a distracted laugh, amused and far too aroused to care about their complete lack of coordination with something that should be so simple. He can still mouth against Fraser though, occasionally muttering something unintelligible but agreeable between flicks of his tongue and purred out groans, he even feels and hears Fraser's own attempt at speech. Yes might not be the height of conversation, but it's as sexy as anything else right now, spurring Ray on as he arches and thrusts.
It's difficult for him to keep track of time when they're like this, feeling like they've been at it for hours as he loses himself in the moment, each minute stretching out into nothing more than growls and grinding and the concentrated jerks of Ray's wrist as he distractedly tries to keep working it.
Fraser's got far too much stamina to be considered human. Ray's impressed in himself that he's even managed to keep up, but he imagines that little trick from earlier has helped with that. It helps that he's the one on his back now too, the work load far more reliant on Fraser's movements than his own, and he'll be damn surprised if the Mountie's thighs aren't burning after this, even if just a little. The bastard is far too fit for his own good, or maybe Ray just needs to start cutting down on the pizza, beer and occasional cigarette.]
Hnngh, yeah. Yeah.
[Okay, so maybe he's not much more eloquent than Fraser right now, but that's hardly a surprise.]