[ That's such a beautiful reaction, such a lovely sound, that for a moment it takes Fraser's breath away and he can't do anything else but marvel at the warmth of Ray underneath him. It's...what he'd hoped for, really, the plan he'd begun to make after realizing that his Ray Vecchio really wasn't about to walk around the corner and reveal that this was just some over the top trick to get a laugh at Fraser's expense. The real Ray Vecchio was gone, but this one... Ray Kowalski promised to be a fine canvas all on his own.
And then he blew out a huffing laugh and Fraser had to do his best not to look immediately insulted by it. It was... Well, it was something to see. Ray had laughed at him before, but this was a genuinely disarmed sort of laugh, as some of the confusion was dismissed as irrelevant. Ray was settling into the idea of this, even if he disbelieved the mode of delivery.
Fraser drew his head up off Ray's thigh, letting his right hand slip across underneath Ray's shirt to his hip while the other hand settled firmly on Ray's right thigh, supporting his weight. Then he leant forward, predatory, and caught the edge of Ray's shirt in his blunt teeth, still staring up at him as though to say 'Challenge accepted'. He tugged the shirt back toward him, then higher, snagging it across the top of Ray's waistband. Then his mouth moved to the button of Ray's fly, Fraser's brow knotting in concentration and his eyes dropping away. Buttons were tricky, but his tongue was superhuman, not much unlike the rest of him, and a moment later he was down on the zip, catching it with his teeth and tugging it down slowly.
He eased back, but not before breathing hot into the exposed slither of space. ]
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And then he blew out a huffing laugh and Fraser had to do his best not to look immediately insulted by it. It was... Well, it was something to see. Ray had laughed at him before, but this was a genuinely disarmed sort of laugh, as some of the confusion was dismissed as irrelevant. Ray was settling into the idea of this, even if he disbelieved the mode of delivery.
Fraser drew his head up off Ray's thigh, letting his right hand slip across underneath Ray's shirt to his hip while the other hand settled firmly on Ray's right thigh, supporting his weight. Then he leant forward, predatory, and caught the edge of Ray's shirt in his blunt teeth, still staring up at him as though to say 'Challenge accepted'. He tugged the shirt back toward him, then higher, snagging it across the top of Ray's waistband. Then his mouth moved to the button of Ray's fly, Fraser's brow knotting in concentration and his eyes dropping away. Buttons were tricky, but his tongue was superhuman, not much unlike the rest of him, and a moment later he was down on the zip, catching it with his teeth and tugging it down slowly.
He eased back, but not before breathing hot into the exposed slither of space. ]
Take off your shirt.