[ Fraser welcomes Ray closer in against him, the electric heat of his partner's body pressed against his own, trapping his own arousal there, untouched as it would probably remain. He was too occupied keeping his hands on Ray, where they had never really had the opportunity to be before - groping for his gun or handcuff keys aside - where suddenly he had all the opportunity in the world, but not nearly time or flexibility enough to use it.
So he spread his fingers wide, flattening his hand against Ray's ass, letting his palm and fingertips slip down the back of his thigh. Every marvelous twitch of movement--he felt them, felt the working of muscle, the effort it took to rock into him in every wiry snap and pulse. Ray's heartbeat charged and raced, his panting breaths a roar in his ear, his mouthed kisses warm and soft and absolutely doing nothing to slow down the thundering chase toward oblivion.
And really he wanted to treasure this for as long as possible. Hours would be good. Actually he could probably manage to stretch this out into hours on a good day. Although...yes. That would imply he could actually slow Ray down. Ever. Maybe, if he was the sadistic type. Maybe Ray would even like it if he were. Something to think about.
Where do you go to, Fraser? Right; getting too far ahead of himself. He was brought back down to earth with a jolt by a spark of pleasure leaping through him. His breath staggered. ]
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So he spread his fingers wide, flattening his hand against Ray's ass, letting his palm and fingertips slip down the back of his thigh. Every marvelous twitch of movement--he felt them, felt the working of muscle, the effort it took to rock into him in every wiry snap and pulse. Ray's heartbeat charged and raced, his panting breaths a roar in his ear, his mouthed kisses warm and soft and absolutely doing nothing to slow down the thundering chase toward oblivion.
And really he wanted to treasure this for as long as possible. Hours would be good. Actually he could probably manage to stretch this out into hours on a good day. Although...yes. That would imply he could actually slow Ray down. Ever. Maybe, if he was the sadistic type. Maybe Ray would even like it if he were. Something to think about.
Where do you go to, Fraser? Right; getting too far ahead of himself. He was brought back down to earth with a jolt by a spark of pleasure leaping through him. His breath staggered. ]
Oh. Oh, that's--that's good, Ray. [ Really good. ]