[ Losing himself to this was inevitable, and as Ray began to shake apart, muscle squeezing and clamping around him, the pressure becoming almost impossible to thrust into, and Fraser began to realise just where this was all leading. The conclusion was building, one of them had lost control already, and he had to strain not to give it up right then. They were like dominoes; once one went down the next and the next would be close behind. Throughout Ray's orgasm his thrusting became a work of some effort, tight, pressing in so hard that it felt like he was trying to jam it in between two blocks of concrete snapped around him. He tried to slow down, to be gentler, if only because Ray was going to have a sore enough time of it already. Slowly, slowly--it was excruciating, right at the moment when he wanted to pour himself in it until he could break too.
But he did it. He slowed down instead of speeding up, each panting breath all but torn from his throat as though he were breathing through a sandstorm.
At last Ray began slumping a little more, relaxing again, this time just enough that Fraser could take advantage. He could use the extra friction to press on, letting it reach into him to build and burn without as much fear that he was leaving behind bruises that would take weeks to heal, or actually tearing apart tender tissue, damage he would never notice he'd inflicted until it was too late.
Yes, he was using Ray now, but so long as he kept making contented noises Fraser wouldn't mind, and besides, just over his shoulder there was his other partner, flushed and beautiful from arousal, his face a picture of desire. Later he wanted to kiss all over that face, put his hands all over the body he'd barely been allowed to touch. He wanted all the time in the world to do the things that he'd barely considered as he was rushing headlong into this. He wanted to last just a little longer--
But it was no good for Ray if he did, no good for Fraser himself. He wasn't superhuman, and this was the first satisfaction he'd had in months, the first sex he'd had in years. He wasn't cut out to carry it on forever, not when it felt as amazing as it did, and not when he had both his partners, both his Rays, pinned between him and the wall. How could he resist?
His mouth brushed a path up Ray's neck, wet slobbery kisses, and then Fraser was pressing his cheek against the side of Ray's head, pinioning against him as his body twisted and rocked, face twisting into an expression of bliss and pain at once, eyes only closed for a moment before he opened them in time for the next pulse - opened them just for Kowalski - spilling inside Ray, the sparks flashing in his eyes. He groaned, a low sound that wouldn't carry, unlike Ray's scream, but the sight of Stanley inches away from him, watching him hungrily, was enough to make him want to call their name, yell it, make the entire station hear.
They were going to lose their jobs, but given the choice it seemed like a fair exchange. ]
Ray. [ He said, exhaling as the third twitching, wringing tug of orgasm pulled him over. ] Please.
[ Please come. He didn't know how long his legs could hold, even though he made an effort to lock his knees, to somehow stay upright. But his arms were trembling, and his legs were aching, and his head still locked on Ray's shoulder, heavy and stupid. ]
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But he did it. He slowed down instead of speeding up, each panting breath all but torn from his throat as though he were breathing through a sandstorm.
At last Ray began slumping a little more, relaxing again, this time just enough that Fraser could take advantage. He could use the extra friction to press on, letting it reach into him to build and burn without as much fear that he was leaving behind bruises that would take weeks to heal, or actually tearing apart tender tissue, damage he would never notice he'd inflicted until it was too late.
Yes, he was using Ray now, but so long as he kept making contented noises Fraser wouldn't mind, and besides, just over his shoulder there was his other partner, flushed and beautiful from arousal, his face a picture of desire. Later he wanted to kiss all over that face, put his hands all over the body he'd barely been allowed to touch. He wanted all the time in the world to do the things that he'd barely considered as he was rushing headlong into this. He wanted to last just a little longer--
But it was no good for Ray if he did, no good for Fraser himself. He wasn't superhuman, and this was the first satisfaction he'd had in months, the first sex he'd had in years. He wasn't cut out to carry it on forever, not when it felt as amazing as it did, and not when he had both his partners, both his Rays, pinned between him and the wall. How could he resist?
His mouth brushed a path up Ray's neck, wet slobbery kisses, and then Fraser was pressing his cheek against the side of Ray's head, pinioning against him as his body twisted and rocked, face twisting into an expression of bliss and pain at once, eyes only closed for a moment before he opened them in time for the next pulse - opened them just for Kowalski - spilling inside Ray, the sparks flashing in his eyes. He groaned, a low sound that wouldn't carry, unlike Ray's scream, but the sight of Stanley inches away from him, watching him hungrily, was enough to make him want to call their name, yell it, make the entire station hear.
They were going to lose their jobs, but given the choice it seemed like a fair exchange. ]
Ray. [ He said, exhaling as the third twitching, wringing tug of orgasm pulled him over. ] Please.
[ Please come. He didn't know how long his legs could hold, even though he made an effort to lock his knees, to somehow stay upright. But his arms were trembling, and his legs were aching, and his head still locked on Ray's shoulder, heavy and stupid. ]