[That driving force of Fraser's is unrelenting and consistent even to the end. Ray's never had anything like it, and he feels like his duty not to come until his partner has had his fill. He needs this staying power, needs it to help Fraser, and while it's a hard battle to hold back, his hips still jerk up and back to meet Fraser, riding it out as he feels the tell tale tremor and gasping breaths that signal a building release of his friend.
This was it, this was what each and every thrust and drive had been building up to, a marathon of arching and groaning to arrive at the desperate sprint to the finish. The headboard of his bed gets a workout right alongside him and, ever as he meets up with Fraser on each drive of the hips, he can't help but briefly let his mind wander to just what his neighbours might be hearing, or even- God forbid- his landlady below. She must certainly be getting an earful of it now, and Ray can't help but huff out a low, almost-chuckle against Fraser's lips as the two of them grunt and growl right alongside each other.
As Fraser's noises falter, so do Ray's, coming down to heavy gasps for breath and slick pants against Benton's lips as his own hips arch up into that silken warmth, becoming more and more desperate with each shift. Ray's still jerking almost futilely as his partner finally hits his peak, leaning to press breathy kisses against the dark curls of hair while Benton tucks in against his chest. Ray tries to ride it out but each push gets harder and harder, Fraser clamping around him like a bear trap until he's so tightly held that he wonders if his dick will survive it.
That's all he needs to finish him off, that too tight, almost painful clench of muscle practically squeezing it out of him, wrenched forth with a throaty moan that seems to last the entirety of it. Each writhe and jerk against Fraser brings on more and for a moment Ray thinks he's on another plain of existence because it feels like his orgasm is never going to stop. His eyes turn skyward and squeeze shut, white electricity still sparking behind his eyelids, and he's left groaning out the last of it, his body barely even having the energy to see him through to the end.
The hand that'd been stroking lazily at Fraser, even after the event, finally dropped heavily to his side, followed by the rest of Ray as he sinks even further into the bed, boneless and suddenly feeling like he's weighted down with rocks.]
Wow, that... uh... yeah...
[Perhaps Fraser stopping him early hadn't been such a bad idea after all, because Ray's pretty sure that counts as one of the best orgasms of his life. He's hoping Fraser's too, judging by the mumbled approval of his partner, panted wetly against his skin. Wetter than normal, but maybe that's just saliva rather than...]
You good? [Grunted out with some level of coherence. Even half-dead from exercise he can still show concern for his partner.]
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This was it, this was what each and every thrust and drive had been building up to, a marathon of arching and groaning to arrive at the desperate sprint to the finish. The headboard of his bed gets a workout right alongside him and, ever as he meets up with Fraser on each drive of the hips, he can't help but briefly let his mind wander to just what his neighbours might be hearing, or even- God forbid- his landlady below. She must certainly be getting an earful of it now, and Ray can't help but huff out a low, almost-chuckle against Fraser's lips as the two of them grunt and growl right alongside each other.
As Fraser's noises falter, so do Ray's, coming down to heavy gasps for breath and slick pants against Benton's lips as his own hips arch up into that silken warmth, becoming more and more desperate with each shift. Ray's still jerking almost futilely as his partner finally hits his peak, leaning to press breathy kisses against the dark curls of hair while Benton tucks in against his chest. Ray tries to ride it out but each push gets harder and harder, Fraser clamping around him like a bear trap until he's so tightly held that he wonders if his dick will survive it.
That's all he needs to finish him off, that too tight, almost painful clench of muscle practically squeezing it out of him, wrenched forth with a throaty moan that seems to last the entirety of it. Each writhe and jerk against Fraser brings on more and for a moment Ray thinks he's on another plain of existence because it feels like his orgasm is never going to stop. His eyes turn skyward and squeeze shut, white electricity still sparking behind his eyelids, and he's left groaning out the last of it, his body barely even having the energy to see him through to the end.
The hand that'd been stroking lazily at Fraser, even after the event, finally dropped heavily to his side, followed by the rest of Ray as he sinks even further into the bed, boneless and suddenly feeling like he's weighted down with rocks.]
Wow, that... uh... yeah...
[Perhaps Fraser stopping him early hadn't been such a bad idea after all, because Ray's pretty sure that counts as one of the best orgasms of his life. He's hoping Fraser's too, judging by the mumbled approval of his partner, panted wetly against his skin. Wetter than normal, but maybe that's just saliva rather than...]
You good? [Grunted out with some level of coherence. Even half-dead from exercise he can still show concern for his partner.]