[ A little space; a little gap between them, that was what was needed, because then both Fraser and Ray had a chance to breathe, a chance to get the perspective on what they were doing that they both needed. For Fraser it was a chance to acknowledge that yes, Ray did want him. He wasn't breaking his gaze or seeming the least bit unwillingly, and that brought him immense comfort.
For Ray, it must have given him similar confidence. Fraser just hoped it didn't fracture, hoped he didn't get overconfident and find himself regretting it when the reality ended up being too much to handle. Like Ray had said, he wasn't in it for cocks, and like it or not that was what Fraser had. No pretty feminine curves - although there was something undeniably feminine to his face that he'd taken advantage of before - no feminine parts. Make or break.
Honestly, he'd expected hands on his chest first, something experimental, fingers in his hair--he wasn't sure. Instead Ray's arm dropped back, one hand questing down the front of his jeans, plucking open the button. He exhaled a little harder, but he didn't break Ray's gaze to look down, at least not at first.
The thing was that as much as he was afraid of what might happen if he unsettled Ray, he was as much anticipating, wanting. He wanted to be looked at, wanted to be touched, and he couldn't really fight down that desire. Certainly if they were going to go further, they had to get past this stage first. He licked his lips in earnest, his mouth wet and his lips decidedly dry, shifting his hips forward, watching Ray--watching Ray's hand. ]
Do it.
[ And if he sounded the least bit desperate it was because he was. Aching, but also needing to establish their boundaries. He needed to know one way or the other whether this would be too much, and with every second that passed the question just resounded--could Ray do this? If he couldn't do it now would he ever be able to? Could he - would he - touch him, the way Fraser desperately needed to--wanted to be touched.
He tried to resist the urge to press up into that hand again, since the first time when the instinct had caught him off guard. He didn't want to frighten him, had to hold on. He held his breath; kept holding it. ]
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For Ray, it must have given him similar confidence. Fraser just hoped it didn't fracture, hoped he didn't get overconfident and find himself regretting it when the reality ended up being too much to handle. Like Ray had said, he wasn't in it for cocks, and like it or not that was what Fraser had. No pretty feminine curves - although there was something undeniably feminine to his face that he'd taken advantage of before - no feminine parts. Make or break.
Honestly, he'd expected hands on his chest first, something experimental, fingers in his hair--he wasn't sure. Instead Ray's arm dropped back, one hand questing down the front of his jeans, plucking open the button. He exhaled a little harder, but he didn't break Ray's gaze to look down, at least not at first.
The thing was that as much as he was afraid of what might happen if he unsettled Ray, he was as much anticipating, wanting. He wanted to be looked at, wanted to be touched, and he couldn't really fight down that desire. Certainly if they were going to go further, they had to get past this stage first. He licked his lips in earnest, his mouth wet and his lips decidedly dry, shifting his hips forward, watching Ray--watching Ray's hand. ]
Do it.
[ And if he sounded the least bit desperate it was because he was. Aching, but also needing to establish their boundaries. He needed to know one way or the other whether this would be too much, and with every second that passed the question just resounded--could Ray do this? If he couldn't do it now would he ever be able to? Could he - would he - touch him, the way Fraser desperately needed to--wanted to be touched.
He tried to resist the urge to press up into that hand again, since the first time when the instinct had caught him off guard. He didn't want to frighten him, had to hold on. He held his breath; kept holding it. ]
Do it [ Whispered. ] Please.