[It's clear enough from Ray's skilled hand that he knows a thing or two about how to handle a dick. He has no such code of ethics or regimented sleep patterns that prevent him from going home and keeping himself satisfied for the evening, and it's not like it's a frequent occurrence but it most certainly happens. It's a natural thing for a lonely soul.
With time Ray senses Fraser drifting back into reality, feels him bend against the touches and the half there kiss, grateful for the give he gets in having to stretch up. His muscles are already tired, his body feeling the onset of exhaustion as a constant flow of adrenaline leaves him feeling drained.]
Better. [He decides out loud, especially as that hand starts to work again, trying to keep in sync with the other.] You with me?
[Whatever little world it is that Fraser drifts off too, Ray wants to at least make sure he can come along, if not drag him back to reality.]
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With time Ray senses Fraser drifting back into reality, feels him bend against the touches and the half there kiss, grateful for the give he gets in having to stretch up. His muscles are already tired, his body feeling the onset of exhaustion as a constant flow of adrenaline leaves him feeling drained.]
Better. [He decides out loud, especially as that hand starts to work again, trying to keep in sync with the other.] You with me?
[Whatever little world it is that Fraser drifts off too, Ray wants to at least make sure he can come along, if not drag him back to reality.]