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Benton Fraser ([personal profile] dogsled) wrote in [community profile] thelockbox 2014-07-11 07:58 pm (UTC)

[ Fraser didn't know how to keep down those soft noises forever, not when Ray's tongue lashed against his throat, followed by gentle teeth--he was better ready for them this time, and instead of a shocked gasp he reciprocated with the softest moan.

And he listened, not with his ears but with his body, reaching for the inherent understanding such as that which he used to read the texture of the snow like a storybook. Like this, he tried to interpret Ray's responses instead. He tried to feel him in his fingertips, his heart, tried to hear the meaning in the sound of his breathing, and little by little he was picking up on the intricacies. That sound meant he was doing something right. The fingers in Ray's hair. He pushed them a little deeper, drew his nails gently against Ray's scalp, digging but not pulling, trying to urge him to make the sound again.
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You like that.

[ And he was still learning, still maneuvering his way through it, and in this case the maneuver was to shift his hips to one side, carefully bringing himself off Ray's lap so that they might better coordinate getting out of their underwear. Not that he went far, he couldn't bear to. ]

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