[ Fraser understands. He even tries to be ready, but nothing is quite sufficient to prepare him for the actual feeling, the sensation of a finger pressing inside. No; he's at once ready and not, and his eyes close, brow pinching at the intrusion. It's almost as though the tension that had been in Ray had been drawn into him instead.
But Fraser could conquer tension. A man who could slow his own heartbeat and endure even deliberately dislocating his own shoulders, who on occasion had been known to chew roots and boiled leather for sustenance, could adjust quickly to the sensation. When he relaxes, some of the discomfort seems to release, and Fraser catches on quickly, concentrating on his breathing.
Most of his efforts were foiled when Ray added a second finger, but Fraser was able to open his eyes at least a little, determined to look at Ray, to see him. There was glassy need in his expression now, a dewy frosting to his eyelashes, and for a man who never seemed to perspire, the heat seemed to be having its effect on him, his skin glossy and a whole bead of sweat showing against his temple.
I'm okay. It even felt good. He couldn't say it out loud, but just in case Ray couldn't hear him, he leaned up to kiss him, instead only managing to exhale a moan against his partner's mouth, and then a soft laugh despite himself, his nose bumping against Ray's again.
And speaking of things he'd absorbed from Ray: ] I can... I want you to. I need...
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But Fraser could conquer tension. A man who could slow his own heartbeat and endure even deliberately dislocating his own shoulders, who on occasion had been known to chew roots and boiled leather for sustenance, could adjust quickly to the sensation. When he relaxes, some of the discomfort seems to release, and Fraser catches on quickly, concentrating on his breathing.
Most of his efforts were foiled when Ray added a second finger, but Fraser was able to open his eyes at least a little, determined to look at Ray, to see him. There was glassy need in his expression now, a dewy frosting to his eyelashes, and for a man who never seemed to perspire, the heat seemed to be having its effect on him, his skin glossy and a whole bead of sweat showing against his temple.
I'm okay. It even felt good. He couldn't say it out loud, but just in case Ray couldn't hear him, he leaned up to kiss him, instead only managing to exhale a moan against his partner's mouth, and then a soft laugh despite himself, his nose bumping against Ray's again.
And speaking of things he'd absorbed from Ray: ] I can... I want you to. I need...