[ Ray couldn't have expected this when he walked into his home and shut the door, imagining that he would be alone. He might not have considered it even in the five minutes after that, before Fraser had made his intentions clear, but here he was stripping for action absolutely without hesitation, hot and bothered already--aroused.

Or well...getting there. Fraser was very happy with the progress he was making in that respect.

Ray's reactions were all worth it. The way he held his breath as Fraser loosened his fly, the timbre of his voice when he actually dared to speak, the way his skin seemed to glow. This was really what he'd been hoping for. He leant back to take in the full depraved effect, Ray watching him with lusty, tired eyes, his shirt off and his fly undone, lit by the low glow of his indoor lighting. It really didn't take much.

He couldn't help the hunger reflected in his own gaze, his expression open, his lips slightly parted and very dry. Fraser ducked lower, brushing a kiss against Ray's thigh, then another, kissing back toward his knee. ]

Mmm.

[ Rhetorical, yes. But since Ray doesn't seem to expect an answer, Fraser just mms against his thigh and drops the rest of the way back. His hands fell away, dropping to Ray's feet to tug off his best dancing shoes, dropping them aside. He wrapped both hands around Ray's left foot, sliding one higher, up his ankle, bending his leg at the knee until the heel rest against the edge of the couch. ]

The first few times, Ray let me blindfold him. I think it let him pretend that I was someone else. Would you like that?