[ Ray didn't know how Fraser was doing it, but he was still moving somehow, still thrusting, still upright when the bottom was dropping out of the world around him. He wasn't sure how Fraser was staying on his feet any more, because the way he moved, the fact that he was still holding Ray up as well--it was amazing, like a superhuman feat.
He groaned, still moaning as Fraser kept thrusting, from discomfort as much as still sparking pleasure. He wasn't actively hitting his prostate any more, but still every thrust jerked through him, manipulated muscle, let him feel that Fraser was still there, as if the hardness of him inside and the panting and slobbering on his neck wasn't a dead giveaway.
He could feel it as Fraser came closer and closer to that edge, and he shifted his head up as best as he could against Stanley's neck, tried to prepare himself, although he wasn't really sure any more what prepared-for-the-man-you've-had-wet-dreams-about-for-four-years-coming-inside-you looked like. How did you get ready for something like that?
Short answer, you didn't. Short answer it happened, and your life was irrevocably changed, and probably for the better. So he closed his eyes tightly and just tried to feel it, and he thought he did, thought he felt the pulse of shock before Fraser jerked up and up and let it all go inside him. There was just pressure at first, and then Fraser was pulling back to thrust up again and he recognised it as wet heat, fierce and hot inside of him.
He heard his name in his ear, but he was out of it, too out of it to realise it wasn't him that Fraser was talking to. So he held on, held on as best as he could, because any second now Fraser was going to collapse, right? And then this house of cards was coming down. Had Stanley come yet? He didn't know. He made a little mm sound and tried to halfheartedly turn his head, but what could he do, anyway? He was exhausted. ]
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He groaned, still moaning as Fraser kept thrusting, from discomfort as much as still sparking pleasure. He wasn't actively hitting his prostate any more, but still every thrust jerked through him, manipulated muscle, let him feel that Fraser was still there, as if the hardness of him inside and the panting and slobbering on his neck wasn't a dead giveaway.
He could feel it as Fraser came closer and closer to that edge, and he shifted his head up as best as he could against Stanley's neck, tried to prepare himself, although he wasn't really sure any more what prepared-for-the-man-you've-had-wet-dreams-about-for-four-years-coming-inside-you looked like. How did you get ready for something like that?
Short answer, you didn't. Short answer it happened, and your life was irrevocably changed, and probably for the better. So he closed his eyes tightly and just tried to feel it, and he thought he did, thought he felt the pulse of shock before Fraser jerked up and up and let it all go inside him. There was just pressure at first, and then Fraser was pulling back to thrust up again and he recognised it as wet heat, fierce and hot inside of him.
He heard his name in his ear, but he was out of it, too out of it to realise it wasn't him that Fraser was talking to. So he held on, held on as best as he could, because any second now Fraser was going to collapse, right? And then this house of cards was coming down. Had Stanley come yet? He didn't know. He made a little mm sound and tried to halfheartedly turn his head, but what could he do, anyway? He was exhausted. ]