[Fraser was good at this calming thing. He had proved that plenty of times before but none more so than right now as he soothed with lips and hands, massaging against tense muscles and forcing Ray to relax into the persuasive fingers. So maybe Ray could get into this, because if he can accept a massage from a buddy and a kiss from a buddy then he might as well accept more.
There's still that whole taking charge issue he thinks he'll need to address, but right now he'd have no clue what to do so maybe he'll just let Fraser think he's dominant for just a little longer. No harm in getting what he needs before he turns the tables, right?
But out of all of this, the hardest thing Ray has had to overcome is the light request of 'shh'. He can't keep quiet. Not with this happening, not with Fraser's hands trailing against his torso and lips against his skin. There's so much that needs to be said, perhaps some sort of verbal contract about what the fuck this was all about and the hows and the whys, words leave him as there's the feel of warmth pressing against his throat. It takes him a delayed second to realise that it's Fraser's lips there, leaving a wet trail while Ray can't help but tilt his chin upwards, but the sensation has him exhaling a gasp never the less. And Ray finally makes his own touch, nothing more than a simple lift of a hand to blindly grip of Fraser's shoulder and dig his fingers in, but it's grounding and he needs something to remind him this isn't some odd fantasy after the day he's had.]
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There's still that whole taking charge issue he thinks he'll need to address, but right now he'd have no clue what to do so maybe he'll just let Fraser think he's dominant for just a little longer. No harm in getting what he needs before he turns the tables, right?
But out of all of this, the hardest thing Ray has had to overcome is the light request of 'shh'. He can't keep quiet. Not with this happening, not with Fraser's hands trailing against his torso and lips against his skin. There's so much that needs to be said, perhaps some sort of verbal contract about what the fuck this was all about and the hows and the whys, words leave him as there's the feel of warmth pressing against his throat. It takes him a delayed second to realise that it's Fraser's lips there, leaving a wet trail while Ray can't help but tilt his chin upwards, but the sensation has him exhaling a gasp never the less. And Ray finally makes his own touch, nothing more than a simple lift of a hand to blindly grip of Fraser's shoulder and dig his fingers in, but it's grounding and he needs something to remind him this isn't some odd fantasy after the day he's had.]