[ If Ray doesn't think he's really capable of being the leader by the time they're done, then Fraser will happily surrender the reins. He hopes he has what it takes, but it was different with Ray Vecchio. Ray Vecchio hadn't been in it for Fraser himself. He'd been in it for...for the feeling of having something done for him, to be appreciated, and used, and take some comfort in it giving his life structure and meaning. Ray Kowalski might take something else from it, but he was going to be a different kind of challenge too. Fraser would have to adapt to him. But Ray had some adapting of his own to do too--the first being accepting his touch, the blindfold, his lips. Ray was adapting faster than Fraser had ever guessed he might
When Ray gasped into his ear, Fraser only wished he'd been able to draw away and look at him, soak in that expression. He got the next best thing, the hand reaching out to his shoulder to take hold of him, Ray anchoring himself to reality through his bicep. Fraser shuddered, and pressed in more kisses, but only for a moment longer--only until he found exactly the right soft spot to close his lips and teeth into place, sucking a bruise just behind one of the tendons linking Ray's throat to his collarbone. He sucked roughly, hard, making sure to leave a mottled bruise behind before he pulled away, trying to catch a hint of Ray's expression in the process.
And slowly - slowly, so Ray didn't lose his grip on him - he slid back down off the edge of the couch, and stretched up to lap at the center of Ray's chest, liquid warmth that quickly cooled. Another lick, just next to it, and then another, across Ray's nipple. ]
You can speak again now. [ Whispered against it, just before his teeth caught the bud bluntly, and his tongue lashed and flickered at the tip. ]
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When Ray gasped into his ear, Fraser only wished he'd been able to draw away and look at him, soak in that expression. He got the next best thing, the hand reaching out to his shoulder to take hold of him, Ray anchoring himself to reality through his bicep. Fraser shuddered, and pressed in more kisses, but only for a moment longer--only until he found exactly the right soft spot to close his lips and teeth into place, sucking a bruise just behind one of the tendons linking Ray's throat to his collarbone. He sucked roughly, hard, making sure to leave a mottled bruise behind before he pulled away, trying to catch a hint of Ray's expression in the process.
And slowly - slowly, so Ray didn't lose his grip on him - he slid back down off the edge of the couch, and stretched up to lap at the center of Ray's chest, liquid warmth that quickly cooled. Another lick, just next to it, and then another, across Ray's nipple. ]
You can speak again now. [ Whispered against it, just before his teeth caught the bud bluntly, and his tongue lashed and flickered at the tip. ]