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Benton Fraser ([personal profile] dogsled) wrote in [community profile] thelockbox 2014-07-17 05:25 am (UTC)

[ Distracted is good. Distracted is almost the name of the game now, because if Fraser stopped even for a second to think - assuming he could get his brain to function to do so - he'd be appalled with himself for rutting so shamelessly against Ray's hip, for every twitch and tug of his fingers, even for the hard, formless gasps of syllables panted against Ray's mouth. It's not really much of a kiss from Fraser's end by now, it's open mouthed and mostly breathing, inhales and exhales that gusted as of yet unrevealed passion straight into Ray's lungs. Not for a second does Fraser consciously think of himself, but there's enough space inside his breeches to make him painfully uncomfortable and enough desire for Ray to obscure it, a delirious mix of pleasure and pain that Fraser wouldn't think to question.

The kiss couldn't be kept up. Hell, Fraser could barely keep his head up, despite his efforts to the contrary, and when he eased back his eyes met Ray's for barely a second. Barely a second and already more than long enough. With a groan he pressed his face down into Ray's shoulder, and his blunt nails dug crescent moons in the lacquered surface beside Ray's head, muscles working, everything a riot of noise that left straight thought far behind. The Mountie was falling apart, knew it, and couldn't care less. A snowstorm raged behind his tightly closed eyes--he felt like he was shouting through it for his partner to hear him.
]

Ray!

[ Because they're not in the Consulate alone or anything... ]

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