[ He held the other man's gaze quietly, trying to convey that it was okay, that Ray could trust him. Some of it seemed to be getting across to him, at least, because although Ray was still tense, he seemed to be putting some considerable thought into what Fraser was saying, and sure enough little by little that aggressive edge seemed to subside.

Ray's grip on his wrist finally released slightly, and Fraser exhaled slowly, letting his thumb circle again, but not jumping straight to forcing his hand. He could take his time now. I don't usually gave him room to manoeuvre. ]

It's okay, Ray. I'm not asking you to become something you're not, or change to suit me. [ He tipped his head, laying his cheek against Ray's knee, letting out a slow, relaxed exhale, and since his eyes had closed, opened them again. ]

I want to make you feel...transcendent. I want to worship at the altar of your pleasure, and if you trust me, put yourself in my hands absolutely, then I'll make certain that you don't regret it.

[ He turned his head slightly in, his mouth touching Ray's knee - albeit through his trousers - keeping his gaze as he did. It was make or break, really. ]

Please.