[ Faster and harder can wait. Right now he still wants to absorb it, drink it in. Ray's more than moving fast enough to make his head spin as it is, and as Ray readjusts so very conscientiously to take him in hand, Fraser at last allows himself to adapt to the changing scenario. He can't feel Ray's pulse from start to finish, needs his hands to support his partner so that he can put his effort into their coupling instead.
He changes his grip, moving it from Ray's throat to a point just under his collarbone, where the natural frame of his chest and ribs would spread the benefit out to where it was needed--hopefully without leaving a bruise. Not that Fraser had any problem with bruises, since his other hand was making them now, strong calloused fingertips digging into Ray's skin, pulling him into each incredible thrust. It vibrated all the way through his body, the pleasure sparking again and again, as though Ray were striking a flint inside, flame licking through his already overheating body. ]
I like-like that.
[ Another breath, and then Fraser's eyes shut for a moment, head knocking back into the fur beneath him with a sharp, deliberate jolt, and he swore in a northern subdialect of some possibly dying out, only spoken by one tribe language. Ray was all around him, inside of him. He branded him, and whilst Fraser was sure that there were indeed circumstances where men could go into the wilderness and engage in this sort of thing without any attachments, the truth was that Ray and Fraser were attached. They'd been that way since long before they first met, like kismet. ]
A-and you? [ He tilted his face back up until his nose brushed against Ray's temple. ] Does it feel--do I? Am I everything you--God, Ray.
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He changes his grip, moving it from Ray's throat to a point just under his collarbone, where the natural frame of his chest and ribs would spread the benefit out to where it was needed--hopefully without leaving a bruise. Not that Fraser had any problem with bruises, since his other hand was making them now, strong calloused fingertips digging into Ray's skin, pulling him into each incredible thrust. It vibrated all the way through his body, the pleasure sparking again and again, as though Ray were striking a flint inside, flame licking through his already overheating body. ]
I like-like that.
[ Another breath, and then Fraser's eyes shut for a moment, head knocking back into the fur beneath him with a sharp, deliberate jolt, and he swore in a northern subdialect of some possibly dying out, only spoken by one tribe language. Ray was all around him, inside of him. He branded him, and whilst Fraser was sure that there were indeed circumstances where men could go into the wilderness and engage in this sort of thing without any attachments, the truth was that Ray and Fraser were attached. They'd been that way since long before they first met, like kismet. ]
A-and you? [ He tilted his face back up until his nose brushed against Ray's temple. ] Does it feel--do I? Am I everything you--God, Ray.