[ Well, it was a difficult conversation to forget. They'd barely known each other for a week, and Ray had come out of nowhere with the question. A very personal question. It was more relevant now than it had ever been, so it felt good - like drawing a line under it - laying those things blatantly out in the open.
But beyond that, he wouldn't be here if he didn't find Ray attractive. And it was good - so good - to hear it back from Ray. Even if he inherently knew it, somehow he'd needed to hear it too.
Fraser kept his hand on Ray for a moment longer, but only a moment, for as soon as he began to press into him all of his attention and focus was needed elsewhere, and he brought his hand impulsively to Ray's hip instead; not with any intention of guiding him, but simply as a subtle anchor.
It's an entirely different feeling to the fingers. It's Ray; Ray pressing into him, filling him, Ray's breath ragged in the humid air of the tent, Ray's fingers curled into his own bare skin. It might have been uncomfortable, but between the slippery boot grease, his own self control and Ray's efforts to be gentle, the discomfort was already quickly on the way to being forgotten. Benton worked better under pressure. Deliberately exhaling some of his own tension, some of the fog of almost-pain dissolving away without further thought, Fraser twitched his chin upward, meeting Ray's eyes again--he'd been rather distracted with watching himself, or rather with watching Ray pressing into him. And he was very aware of how careful his partner was being. ]
You can't hurt me, Ray. [ He curled his ankles in against the back of Ray's knees. ] I'm ready.
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But beyond that, he wouldn't be here if he didn't find Ray attractive. And it was good - so good - to hear it back from Ray. Even if he inherently knew it, somehow he'd needed to hear it too.
Fraser kept his hand on Ray for a moment longer, but only a moment, for as soon as he began to press into him all of his attention and focus was needed elsewhere, and he brought his hand impulsively to Ray's hip instead; not with any intention of guiding him, but simply as a subtle anchor.
It's an entirely different feeling to the fingers. It's Ray; Ray pressing into him, filling him, Ray's breath ragged in the humid air of the tent, Ray's fingers curled into his own bare skin. It might have been uncomfortable, but between the slippery boot grease, his own self control and Ray's efforts to be gentle, the discomfort was already quickly on the way to being forgotten. Benton worked better under pressure. Deliberately exhaling some of his own tension, some of the fog of almost-pain dissolving away without further thought, Fraser twitched his chin upward, meeting Ray's eyes again--he'd been rather distracted with watching himself, or rather with watching Ray pressing into him. And he was very aware of how careful his partner was being. ]
You can't hurt me, Ray. [ He curled his ankles in against the back of Ray's knees. ] I'm ready.