[ The noises that Ray was making were really quite incredible, and if Fraser hadn't heard them firsthand, elicited in return for his touches, he wouldn't have believed that Ray could make them. They weren't loud noises, weren't moans and whimpers--they were tiny little sounds, a hiss, an annoyed little huff, and Fraser drank them right up. He was definitely doing something right, and he read in Ray's posture and sounds an appreciation for the edge of pain, for the bruising and biting.

And then Ray swore, and was writhing underneath him, twisting gently. Squirming. He lapped again, then drew away once more, lifting his hands off Ray's chest, backing even further away, leaving Ray be in the darkness and vacuum. ]

I think I heard you call me something...well, something very untoward, for someone in your position. [ He circled the couch slowly. ] I don't mind you swearing - in fact I rather think expletives are appropriate - but if you call me something like that again then, Ray, I'm afraid the punishment will be something more severe than a slap on the wrist.

[ Having finished his circuit, he came to a stop in front of his partner again, sliding the pair of handcuffs out of his pocket and dropping down to crouch beside him. The metal edge was brushed against his wrist, so that Ray could work out what he intended. ]

Put your wrists together, Ray. Remember, this is an exercise in trust; your trust in me. I'll keep you safe.