[ Fraser pulled out much too suddenly, Ray thought, but then he probably didn't know any better. It made him grunt softly, the sudden feeling of emptiness, the spilling of hot jism down the inside of his naked thighs--Fraser's come. God.
They didn't stay upright for much longer after that. Ray was already slithering down the wall in front of him, making life very hard, and then Fraser was guiding him down, making very little effort to do anything but collapse them in a heap of limbs and heaving naked chests and sweat and other stuff. That was fine. He liked being in a disjointed heap, there was something very fulfilling about it, after all they were all wound up in each other as it was, this was a sort of...physical expression of that.
God, God, God, he was lying here with a spent Fraser wrapped around him to keep him warm, his limp arousal - still swollen from orgasm - pressed against the hip of the man who'd stepped into his life when duty had ripped him away from it. It was mad, but he wouldn't exchange it for anything; not for the feeling he had now, all fucked to pieces and left in a broken pile. Fucked by Fraser--it was a god damn fantasy, and now here he was happy and sated, pretty sure nothing would ever feel like that again, unless maybe they did exactly that again.
Honestly, he didn't think any one of them would mind a second go. Or a third. Or an eight hundredth.
Fraser was rubbing at him like a cat. That was really nice. He could get used to that. ]
Yeah, Fraser. [ Frasier. He was tired, and it was easier to slur the name. ] Mm, terrible. But if you're real good, let Ray and I close our eyes for a minute, I promise to let you lick us clean. Whatchu say, Stanley?
[ Probably too tired to put up a fuss, right? Besides, his eyes were already close, his nose pressed into Ray's throat, his breathing steadying to a crawl. It was like the words 'close our eyes' were some sort of secret code for 'drop off instantly.' ]
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They didn't stay upright for much longer after that. Ray was already slithering down the wall in front of him, making life very hard, and then Fraser was guiding him down, making very little effort to do anything but collapse them in a heap of limbs and heaving naked chests and sweat and other stuff. That was fine. He liked being in a disjointed heap, there was something very fulfilling about it, after all they were all wound up in each other as it was, this was a sort of...physical expression of that.
God, God, God, he was lying here with a spent Fraser wrapped around him to keep him warm, his limp arousal - still swollen from orgasm - pressed against the hip of the man who'd stepped into his life when duty had ripped him away from it. It was mad, but he wouldn't exchange it for anything; not for the feeling he had now, all fucked to pieces and left in a broken pile. Fucked by Fraser--it was a god damn fantasy, and now here he was happy and sated, pretty sure nothing would ever feel like that again, unless maybe they did exactly that again.
Honestly, he didn't think any one of them would mind a second go. Or a third. Or an eight hundredth.
Fraser was rubbing at him like a cat. That was really nice. He could get used to that. ]
Yeah, Fraser. [ Frasier. He was tired, and it was easier to slur the name. ] Mm, terrible. But if you're real good, let Ray and I close our eyes for a minute, I promise to let you lick us clean. Whatchu say, Stanley?
[ Probably too tired to put up a fuss, right? Besides, his eyes were already close, his nose pressed into Ray's throat, his breathing steadying to a crawl. It was like the words 'close our eyes' were some sort of secret code for 'drop off instantly.' ]