[ For one brief, terrifying moment, Fraser thought that perhaps Ray was about to try to wriggle his way to freedom. His instinct was to let him, shocked more at himself after all for the sudden burst of unrelenting, unfamiliar passion. It took him the space of a staggered heartbeat - too long - to realize that Ray wasn't going anywhere. All he was trying to do was get out of his clothes.
Nothing wrong with that, right?
No. No, he was missing something here. Control; he was supposed to have control. And there was nothing controlling about letting Ray squirm his way out of his clothing of his own account. Fraser only hesitated for a moment longer, and then he was tilting himself back upright--albeit reticently, he'd been quite happy where he was. ]
Stop.
[ The word - the order - felt strange in his mouth, especially considering how badly he suddenly wanted - needed - Ray to do anything but stop.
But there was more to it than this...this very real risk of simply pouring frantic energy into each other like teenagers in the dark. It wasn't why they were here, and Fraser would find it hard to justify himself if they didn't achieve any of the goals they'd set out for. Maybe this was the real problem with the way he lived his life. So much passion pent up like this wasn't good for a person. His mouth felt dry, his breathing was anything but even, but he drew himself back enough that Ray would be able to sit back up should he want to. Or need to.
A deep breath. Another. Fraser counted all the way down from ten, then gave the slightest nod of his head. ]
Okay. Now you can take it off. [ Was that enough? He amended it: ] Slowly.
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Nothing wrong with that, right?
No. No, he was missing something here. Control; he was supposed to have control. And there was nothing controlling about letting Ray squirm his way out of his clothing of his own account. Fraser only hesitated for a moment longer, and then he was tilting himself back upright--albeit reticently, he'd been quite happy where he was. ]
Stop.
[ The word - the order - felt strange in his mouth, especially considering how badly he suddenly wanted - needed - Ray to do anything but stop.
But there was more to it than this...this very real risk of simply pouring frantic energy into each other like teenagers in the dark. It wasn't why they were here, and Fraser would find it hard to justify himself if they didn't achieve any of the goals they'd set out for. Maybe this was the real problem with the way he lived his life. So much passion pent up like this wasn't good for a person. His mouth felt dry, his breathing was anything but even, but he drew himself back enough that Ray would be able to sit back up should he want to. Or need to.
A deep breath. Another. Fraser counted all the way down from ten, then gave the slightest nod of his head. ]
Okay. Now you can take it off. [ Was that enough? He amended it: ] Slowly.