[ There is a great deal of difference between this and well...and anything they'd done so far. Rubbing up against each other had been a stage. Shoving each other's tongues down each other's throats had been up there on the scale of challenge too. And then there was the peck on the lips Fraser had given Ray down in the ballroom, much to everyone's chagrin and some horror.
But exposing himself to him, and in particular being exposed by Ray himself, like his partner was opening him like a Christmas gift. That took a certain amount of restraint, and it was a challenge that Fraser hadn't realised would make such an impact on him when it came. It seemed like such an unremarkable thing, after all it was absolutely necessary if the two of them were going to explore any kind of sexuality in this situation--which was the plan, at least in Fraser's mind. But actually doing it...
Ray hadn't even helped him in and out of his clothes when he was running a fever, and though they'd been naked in front of each other - even with each other - before, in relieved moments where they'd found a hot spring or quick rolls in the snow, there was an unspoken rule of not looking (that Fraser had none the less broken on one or two occasions, to be fair) that held to this moment.
So he was remarkably tense as he waited, his right arm uncoiling from Ray to make space between them. He looked down into the gap, trying to keep his breathing steady as Ray's thumb worked the zipper down, and then he was rolling his hips, helping dislodge the jeans slightly, boxers slipping down his hips, his half hard erection springing free with a certainty that made Fraser hiss, turning his head into Ray's neck.
He flushed at his partner's words, ducked his forehead against Ray's throat. ]
God--I mean. I mean--that's very good, Ray. [ He shivered, licked his lips and panted into the hot gap between his own neck and Ray's collarbone. ] See...do you see anything you like?
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But exposing himself to him, and in particular being exposed by Ray himself, like his partner was opening him like a Christmas gift. That took a certain amount of restraint, and it was a challenge that Fraser hadn't realised would make such an impact on him when it came. It seemed like such an unremarkable thing, after all it was absolutely necessary if the two of them were going to explore any kind of sexuality in this situation--which was the plan, at least in Fraser's mind. But actually doing it...
Ray hadn't even helped him in and out of his clothes when he was running a fever, and though they'd been naked in front of each other - even with each other - before, in relieved moments where they'd found a hot spring or quick rolls in the snow, there was an unspoken rule of not looking (that Fraser had none the less broken on one or two occasions, to be fair) that held to this moment.
So he was remarkably tense as he waited, his right arm uncoiling from Ray to make space between them. He looked down into the gap, trying to keep his breathing steady as Ray's thumb worked the zipper down, and then he was rolling his hips, helping dislodge the jeans slightly, boxers slipping down his hips, his half hard erection springing free with a certainty that made Fraser hiss, turning his head into Ray's neck.
He flushed at his partner's words, ducked his forehead against Ray's throat. ]
God--I mean. I mean--that's very good, Ray. [ He shivered, licked his lips and panted into the hot gap between his own neck and Ray's collarbone. ] See...do you see anything you like?