[ It was a simple, very direct answer, and at the same time as Fraser gave it, he closed the handcuffs first around one wrist, and then about the other, closing them until they clicked twice, leaving enough room for Ray's wrists to move about within the space. It'd let him reach across to Fraser if he wanted, turn his hands in both directions, do what he pleased so long as one hand never strayed too far from the other.
Ray was listening hard, though, he could tell. Fraser enjoyed watching him pay attention as he circled, tilting his head first one way and then the other, even though Ray did start to twitch after a moment or two. He'd timed it just right, staying away just long enough that Ray understood why he was gone, and not so long that Ray had grown impatient and yanked the blindfold off, or cut him off completely.
What he mostly absorbed from Ray was simple. After all the time he'd spent without tenderness, without touch, he wanted it desperately. And he was still Ray, still a tough nut, capable and eager to take a few bruises and scrapes to prove that he'd experienced something. He didn't mind that it was Fraser doing these things, didn't mind that it was Fraser leaving marks behind on him that would be visible for days--even enjoyed it.
Fraser licked his lips, taking Ray in like that for a moment, with his hands cuffed and the blindfold in place, his fingers still on Ray's pulse at his left hand. Finally he moved up and forward, rewarding Ray for his patience by climbing across his lap, and making sure to guide Ray's hands up between their bodies. ]
I'm going to take off my shirt now, Ray, and you can touch me. [ He did just that, reached down and lifted his shirt off, dropping it aside. Heat and scent lifted off him in a wave. ]
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[ It was a simple, very direct answer, and at the same time as Fraser gave it, he closed the handcuffs first around one wrist, and then about the other, closing them until they clicked twice, leaving enough room for Ray's wrists to move about within the space. It'd let him reach across to Fraser if he wanted, turn his hands in both directions, do what he pleased so long as one hand never strayed too far from the other.
Ray was listening hard, though, he could tell. Fraser enjoyed watching him pay attention as he circled, tilting his head first one way and then the other, even though Ray did start to twitch after a moment or two. He'd timed it just right, staying away just long enough that Ray understood why he was gone, and not so long that Ray had grown impatient and yanked the blindfold off, or cut him off completely.
What he mostly absorbed from Ray was simple. After all the time he'd spent without tenderness, without touch, he wanted it desperately. And he was still Ray, still a tough nut, capable and eager to take a few bruises and scrapes to prove that he'd experienced something. He didn't mind that it was Fraser doing these things, didn't mind that it was Fraser leaving marks behind on him that would be visible for days--even enjoyed it.
Fraser licked his lips, taking Ray in like that for a moment, with his hands cuffed and the blindfold in place, his fingers still on Ray's pulse at his left hand. Finally he moved up and forward, rewarding Ray for his patience by climbing across his lap, and making sure to guide Ray's hands up between their bodies. ]
I'm going to take off my shirt now, Ray, and you can touch me. [ He did just that, reached down and lifted his shirt off, dropping it aside. Heat and scent lifted off him in a wave. ]