[ Wrong but in a good way was good enough for Fraser. He licked his dry lips as he watched Ray struggle with his sensibilities to find an appropriate answer, and when his partner did say 'yeah, maybe', Fraser was already ahead of him, slipping his hands away from Ray's leg and reaching back into his own jean pocket to slip out the slither of black silk that he'd brought with him. He hadn't come with much in his pockets: a lock pick, a pair of handcuffs--and even those were superfluous when Ray had his own.
He'd get to that point sooner or later. ]
You don't have to kick me, Ray. You can ask me to stop any time you like. Don't hesitate. I won't mind.
[ Fraser peeled down Ray's sock, brushed a kiss against the top of Ray's foot, and then pulled himself up onto the couch, straddling across Ray's other leg so that the top of his knee just brushed against his groin. He knelt upright - which gave him some height looming over Ray - and then brought his hands first to Ray's shoulders, then around behind him.
As the silk slithered deliberately across Ray's eyes, Fraser bent his back, dipped lower, until they were almost nose to nose, and caught Ray's lips with his own. Ray might not want to kiss him, and while he did consider that possible, he didn't want to go without ever kissing him. Those inviting, perfect lips--that mouth, and that grin. A kiss was just a kiss, wasn't it? And with the blindfold on, Ray might not be thinking of what his lips felt like every time he looked at Fraser at work... Or that was the idea. ]
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He'd get to that point sooner or later. ]
You don't have to kick me, Ray. You can ask me to stop any time you like. Don't hesitate. I won't mind.
[ Fraser peeled down Ray's sock, brushed a kiss against the top of Ray's foot, and then pulled himself up onto the couch, straddling across Ray's other leg so that the top of his knee just brushed against his groin. He knelt upright - which gave him some height looming over Ray - and then brought his hands first to Ray's shoulders, then around behind him.
As the silk slithered deliberately across Ray's eyes, Fraser bent his back, dipped lower, until they were almost nose to nose, and caught Ray's lips with his own. Ray might not want to kiss him, and while he did consider that possible, he didn't want to go without ever kissing him. Those inviting, perfect lips--that mouth, and that grin. A kiss was just a kiss, wasn't it? And with the blindfold on, Ray might not be thinking of what his lips felt like every time he looked at Fraser at work... Or that was the idea. ]