[ Fraser had seen Ray out of his clothes enough that he didn't necessarily have to react to it, but that had been in...other situations. Changing rooms, and quick changes in the car from one shirt into another, they didn't come close to being as intimate as this. Ray wasn't just undressing, he was stripping in a rushed kind of way, sighing and acting frustrated, but stripping out of his clothes with enough of his rough frenzy that it made his stomach fold over, turning the coals and nurturing a low, hot flame.
That last layer, as it was peeled off, and Ray was exposed--this was a different kind of intimacy, and Fraser didn't know how to respond to it exactly. The definition of muscles, the dark red of his nipples, the paleness of his skin. Fraser's fingers twitched in their restraint, as though he desperately wanted to touch. He did, but not necessarily here. Not like this.
And then Ray moved, and his problems crystalised.
Okay--okay, he hadn't expected this. He hadn't prepared for it. Ray rolled his hips with an athletic agility, and Fraser made a broken sound, managing to bite down on it only for a second. The second roll made him moan, and the noise was helpless, and too loud in the small room.
Nobody would ever want to be undermined like this, least of all Ray, but Fraser knew it would. He couldn't hide that it was doing something for him, and Ray would question why. But the truth was... God, people just didn't touch him like this very often, and worse than that, Ray was special. He did attract him, not that Fraser would ever let it imperil their relationship. ]
I'm sorry. [ He said breathlessly, after a second. ] Ah--I'm sorry, Ray.
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That last layer, as it was peeled off, and Ray was exposed--this was a different kind of intimacy, and Fraser didn't know how to respond to it exactly. The definition of muscles, the dark red of his nipples, the paleness of his skin. Fraser's fingers twitched in their restraint, as though he desperately wanted to touch. He did, but not necessarily here. Not like this.
And then Ray moved, and his problems crystalised.
Okay--okay, he hadn't expected this. He hadn't prepared for it. Ray rolled his hips with an athletic agility, and Fraser made a broken sound, managing to bite down on it only for a second. The second roll made him moan, and the noise was helpless, and too loud in the small room.
Nobody would ever want to be undermined like this, least of all Ray, but Fraser knew it would. He couldn't hide that it was doing something for him, and Ray would question why. But the truth was... God, people just didn't touch him like this very often, and worse than that, Ray was special. He did attract him, not that Fraser would ever let it imperil their relationship. ]
I'm sorry. [ He said breathlessly, after a second. ] Ah--I'm sorry, Ray.