[ It's always good to catch Ray by surprise, but there's something very rewarding about the chuckle in his ear; unexpectedly rewarding. At the lick, which makes him shiver, and the accusation - no, assessment - Fraser dips back, looking Ray in the eye again. The flush of arousal has ruddied his cheeks the way the harsh northern winds can't seem to, no matter how hard they blow, and the warmth isn't reserved for him; he bleeds it into Ray, tension and heat and need. ]
I suppose you think you've worn me out already?
[ It's not really a question. Of course he's failed to see the weakness in his plans. Without actually reaching across and fishing his handcuffs out of his belt, there's no way to get the use of his own hands back while still immobilizing Ray, no way to do anything but reciprocate against the urgent shift of hips against his own, to shudder visibly with each punctuation.
And breathe a little harder. ]
Well you'll have to... Ah. [ His eyes were glazed, rarely senseless. ] What was I saying?
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I suppose you think you've worn me out already?
[ It's not really a question. Of course he's failed to see the weakness in his plans. Without actually reaching across and fishing his handcuffs out of his belt, there's no way to get the use of his own hands back while still immobilizing Ray, no way to do anything but reciprocate against the urgent shift of hips against his own, to shudder visibly with each punctuation.
And breathe a little harder. ]
Well you'll have to... Ah. [ His eyes were glazed, rarely senseless. ] What was I saying?