[There was no denying that all of this was exciting him. Uncertainty or not, there was still that appeal of this being something just a little naughty, like they weren't meant to be doing it. Why Ray thought they shouldn't be is something that he still had to consider at a later date, but right now he'd settled for the fact that this felt wrong, but in a good way. How can it not be good when he's sitting there topless and flies undone and a mouth far too close to his dick? Surely that's how he'd like to spend most nights if he could.

Fraser does withdraw though, staring as though he's taking it all in, and maybe Ray should feel a little exposed but with that look of hunger directed at him, it was hard to feel any true embarrassment or awkwardness for what he looked like. Fuck it, Fraser had seen Ray at his best and worse, this can't be all that bad.]

I uh. Yeah. Maybe. I mean, that uh, that might help, I guess.

[There's still that level of uncertainty, even with him sat how he is with Fraser gradually undressing and arranging him. This is entirely new to him, unexpected and still just a little too surreal. It could still all be some elaborate joke...]

But you do anythin' funky when I'm not lookin' and I swear I'll kick you right in the head. I got a good angle on you.