[ There's already a burn, Fraser can feel it, and yet anyone would be hard pressed to slow him down, let alone stop him. While his lack of coordination might be certifiable when it comes to his body moving in time with his mouth, or in fact the coordination problems with Ray which were somewhat more difficult to contend with, the pull and thrust he manages to knock back is piston steady, like train wheels moving with the steady roar of the steam engine driving them. He's a human machine, and yet that steady pumping pulse is building inexorably toward one single point, where no amount of rhythm or coordination would keep him on the tracks.
It's too good: he's needed it - wanted it - for far too long, and now Ray is inside him - Ray Ray Ray - touching that spot over and over again, stroking his cock, breathing the most eloquent words against his mouth, and Fraser knows he can't stand it for much longer.
He stops, exhales slowly, inhales again and begins his rhythm once more, knotting his hands into fists in the bedsheets to either side of Ray's head and thrusting now with enough wild abandon that the headboard knocks against the wall. Somehow that drives him crazy, which is really unsurprising considering his sex in public places and submarines thing, and he only worked harder, faster, giving up on words to growl and groan and make unsettling throaty grunts that were probably less close to human than they were to the noises of various sea mammals.
And then even the noises were too hard, and he was just panting, slick and wet, soaked with sweat from all the extra exertion and trembling as though he were a sapling in a strong wind, and at last - at last - Fraser keened, a low whine that started in his belly, rose to his chest and had become a deep sonorous note by the time it emerged: Oh. His face took on the shape of it, his eyes rolled back, head twisting down into Ray's chest, and he came with such force that it almost splashed his own throat, tightly tucked in against Ray as he was. His muscles twitched and clenched, iron and steel opening and closing - tighter, tighter - and with every tightening he tried to move, until he simply couldn't, snapped so tight around Ray that it was all he could do to rock, whimpering, as the last of his orgasm spilled out of him, slower now, oozing over Ray's fingers. ]
So good, so good, so good. [ Single syllables again, panted. Murmured. Mouthfuls of skin and hot tears.
Maybe he'd underestimated just how much he still had in him after all, but then everyone did keep telling him he was inhuman. Maybe there was some truth in it after all. ]
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It's too good: he's needed it - wanted it - for far too long, and now Ray is inside him - Ray Ray Ray - touching that spot over and over again, stroking his cock, breathing the most eloquent words against his mouth, and Fraser knows he can't stand it for much longer.
He stops, exhales slowly, inhales again and begins his rhythm once more, knotting his hands into fists in the bedsheets to either side of Ray's head and thrusting now with enough wild abandon that the headboard knocks against the wall. Somehow that drives him crazy, which is really unsurprising considering his sex in public places and submarines thing, and he only worked harder, faster, giving up on words to growl and groan and make unsettling throaty grunts that were probably less close to human than they were to the noises of various sea mammals.
And then even the noises were too hard, and he was just panting, slick and wet, soaked with sweat from all the extra exertion and trembling as though he were a sapling in a strong wind, and at last - at last - Fraser keened, a low whine that started in his belly, rose to his chest and had become a deep sonorous note by the time it emerged: Oh. His face took on the shape of it, his eyes rolled back, head twisting down into Ray's chest, and he came with such force that it almost splashed his own throat, tightly tucked in against Ray as he was. His muscles twitched and clenched, iron and steel opening and closing - tighter, tighter - and with every tightening he tried to move, until he simply couldn't, snapped so tight around Ray that it was all he could do to rock, whimpering, as the last of his orgasm spilled out of him, slower now, oozing over Ray's fingers. ]
So good, so good, so good. [ Single syllables again, panted. Murmured. Mouthfuls of skin and hot tears.
Maybe he'd underestimated just how much he still had in him after all, but then everyone did keep telling him he was inhuman. Maybe there was some truth in it after all. ]