[ Ray's concern resonated through him, but so did his absolute spent happiness, the fact that they'd done this - finally done this - and it had been glorious, wonderful, everything that both of them could have wanted it to be. Fraser felt full, fucked out, finally exhausted for possibly only the third time in his entire life, and he just wanted to lay here, letting the feeling absorb him, let it corrode him like a slow acid and carry him away.
He didn't want to move. He didn't think he could, and he didn't want to, because Ray's cock was still inside him, and he'd wanted it for so long now that the idea of pulling away was almost unbearable. At the same time they'd come hard, so much so that the stickiness was already spilled down the inside of Fraser's thighs thanks to his last few urgent thrusts, and it decorated the hot space between their bodies that Fraser couldn't find the energy to move in. There it was drying swiftly, tacky and sticky and a powerful reminder of the sex, of the almost synchronous orgasms, of the way Ray had felt when he'd released inside of him. He'd end up having to peel himself off Ray's chest.
But that would be worth it, he decided, and shifted over, tangling one leg around the back of Ray's and holding their bodies tight together as he dropped onto his side on the bed. He squeezed, as though to make Ray promise that he wasn't going to pull away, then raised his tired, tearsoaked face, reflecting his earnest joy up at Ray. ]
Never better. [ He was back to real words, it seemed, though he still looked faraway, running his now free hand up and down Ray's side, reflecting again on those last beautiful moments: Ray's gasps and pants and his last orgasmic groan as they came together, th way his body writhed and thrust as best it could, the ache in his thighs that was only now subsiding... The blankets were awkwardly tucked under them, and Fraser knew he'd have to pull off to get them, so for now he was ignoring the oncoming chill, stretching out this moment for as long as he possibly could.
He wanted to snuggle, to stay awake, but he knew he didn't have it in him. He was positively exhausted, and the day had been far too long already; the possibility of snatching a few hours sleep in Ray's arms was an invitation he simply couldn't pass on.
He scrubbed his face against Ray's pillow once, then leant up and caught his partner's lips tenderly in his own once again, his kiss like his word much more coherent now than it had been in the depths of their intercourse, if still as breathless. ]
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He didn't want to move. He didn't think he could, and he didn't want to, because Ray's cock was still inside him, and he'd wanted it for so long now that the idea of pulling away was almost unbearable. At the same time they'd come hard, so much so that the stickiness was already spilled down the inside of Fraser's thighs thanks to his last few urgent thrusts, and it decorated the hot space between their bodies that Fraser couldn't find the energy to move in. There it was drying swiftly, tacky and sticky and a powerful reminder of the sex, of the almost synchronous orgasms, of the way Ray had felt when he'd released inside of him. He'd end up having to peel himself off Ray's chest.
But that would be worth it, he decided, and shifted over, tangling one leg around the back of Ray's and holding their bodies tight together as he dropped onto his side on the bed. He squeezed, as though to make Ray promise that he wasn't going to pull away, then raised his tired, tearsoaked face, reflecting his earnest joy up at Ray. ]
Never better. [ He was back to real words, it seemed, though he still looked faraway, running his now free hand up and down Ray's side, reflecting again on those last beautiful moments: Ray's gasps and pants and his last orgasmic groan as they came together, th way his body writhed and thrust as best it could, the ache in his thighs that was only now subsiding... The blankets were awkwardly tucked under them, and Fraser knew he'd have to pull off to get them, so for now he was ignoring the oncoming chill, stretching out this moment for as long as he possibly could.
He wanted to snuggle, to stay awake, but he knew he didn't have it in him. He was positively exhausted, and the day had been far too long already; the possibility of snatching a few hours sleep in Ray's arms was an invitation he simply couldn't pass on.
He scrubbed his face against Ray's pillow once, then leant up and caught his partner's lips tenderly in his own once again, his kiss like his word much more coherent now than it had been in the depths of their intercourse, if still as breathless. ]
I couldn't be happier, Ray. What about you?