[ Fraser was more than happy to play the game of first ever kisses. It had been a long time since his first kiss; once upon a time, when Fraser had paid a quarter to steal a kiss from a business savvy American Indian girl who had lined the boys up in the food hall to industriously vest them of their lunch money.
This wasn't anything like that chaste little peck that a humiliated Fraser had pitifully explained to his chagrined grandmother when he'd returned home. She hadn't been angry with him, and Fraser hadn't known why. Surely paying for kisses was tantamount to...well. He was a young boy not an idiot.
So back to first kisses--this was their first kiss all over again - and okay, actually the second - but with Ray catching up to him, reciprocating, albeit uncertainly. Ray's mouth worked against his own, and then his tongue came uncertainly into the gap between them, and electricity jumped through Fraser at the contact. He'd had his mouth in Ray's lap, but this was their first intimate touch, really--tongues on tongues, and Fraser barely dared with the touch.
After a moment he leant in closer, closed his mouth against Ray's and slid his tongue down the length of Ray's, then dipped it underneath, firm and unrelenting as he urged Ray into the space of his own mouth. He sucked on the tip of it and all but begged for the contact to deepen, squeezing firmly around Ray's back as he did, moaning ever so softly.
This was what a first kiss should be like. This was heaven, the taste of Ray's mouth, the heat of him, the sudden and overwhelming passion, like static in the air between them. ]
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This wasn't anything like that chaste little peck that a humiliated Fraser had pitifully explained to his chagrined grandmother when he'd returned home. She hadn't been angry with him, and Fraser hadn't known why. Surely paying for kisses was tantamount to...well. He was a young boy not an idiot.
So back to first kisses--this was their first kiss all over again - and okay, actually the second - but with Ray catching up to him, reciprocating, albeit uncertainly. Ray's mouth worked against his own, and then his tongue came uncertainly into the gap between them, and electricity jumped through Fraser at the contact. He'd had his mouth in Ray's lap, but this was their first intimate touch, really--tongues on tongues, and Fraser barely dared with the touch.
After a moment he leant in closer, closed his mouth against Ray's and slid his tongue down the length of Ray's, then dipped it underneath, firm and unrelenting as he urged Ray into the space of his own mouth. He sucked on the tip of it and all but begged for the contact to deepen, squeezing firmly around Ray's back as he did, moaning ever so softly.
This was what a first kiss should be like. This was heaven, the taste of Ray's mouth, the heat of him, the sudden and overwhelming passion, like static in the air between them. ]