[Fraser's everywhere on him, the warmth of his hands spreading through Ray like wildfire, fingers almost burning against his skin. The added support at his torso is a benefit, concerning him less with his balance as his hand works it's magic, alternating grip and method. Even though Fraser's sacrificed the feel of Ray's pulse, he'll still get the heavy heartbeat thumping against ribs, fast even by Ray's hyperactive standards.
The fingers digging deeply into his skin are drawing a lot of Ray's attention back to the shift of his hips, a noise forming in his throat that sounds like a confused mix of a growl and a moan. Either way he likes it, approves of it, perhaps even craves the roughness of it. Ray's always been about the physical, after all, enjoying the reminder that he's alive, that he can feel pain and pleasure. Boxing never has been for the faint of heart.
Sadly Ray's less skilled with the thinking and verbal side of life, and as of right now he's struggling to find anything that can truly depict what he's feeling. Fraser's fumbled questioning has him grunting out agreement, but how does he even start to explain how much it means to him.] Jeezus, this is. This is workin'. This is ah-- ngh-- good. Too damn perfect.
[He tried, at least.
And judging by the shuddering muscles, he's also trying his damned hardest to hold himself together.] Fraser, I can't-- I gotta...
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The fingers digging deeply into his skin are drawing a lot of Ray's attention back to the shift of his hips, a noise forming in his throat that sounds like a confused mix of a growl and a moan. Either way he likes it, approves of it, perhaps even craves the roughness of it. Ray's always been about the physical, after all, enjoying the reminder that he's alive, that he can feel pain and pleasure. Boxing never has been for the faint of heart.
Sadly Ray's less skilled with the thinking and verbal side of life, and as of right now he's struggling to find anything that can truly depict what he's feeling. Fraser's fumbled questioning has him grunting out agreement, but how does he even start to explain how much it means to him.] Jeezus, this is. This is workin'. This is ah-- ngh-- good. Too damn perfect.
[He tried, at least.
And judging by the shuddering muscles, he's also trying his damned hardest to hold himself together.] Fraser, I can't-- I gotta...