[ Another soft breath. He did feel better, did feel as though he and Ray were finally in the same place, and he shifted again on the desk, winding his leg through Ray's, sliding down against him so that his head was braced against his shoulder, fingers curling around the opposite edge of the desk for purchase. Inexperienced with his hands though he was, Fraser made up for it with tenderness and a fair amount of pure mimicry.
Words - actual words - managed to emerge again despite his exertion. ]
You won't let me go?
[ Nose to nose, eye to eye, but Fraser didn't reach for any more kisses. He wanted to ground himself here, and maybe he could find that in Ray's eyes. Maybe he could stop himself from getting lost if he could only keep from breaking that gaze. Exhausted, sweat slick, so that Fraser wondered idly - bizarrely out of the blue - whether he'd have to physically peel Ray off the sticky desk afterward, he kept slow, patient, a rolling rhythm that kept Ray's arm trapped in place between their bodies while his own continued to set the pace. It was heady and slow, but passionate; Ray and Fraser meeting in the middle, their respective paces accomplishing a balanced center. ]
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[ Another soft breath. He did feel better, did feel as though he and Ray were finally in the same place, and he shifted again on the desk, winding his leg through Ray's, sliding down against him so that his head was braced against his shoulder, fingers curling around the opposite edge of the desk for purchase. Inexperienced with his hands though he was, Fraser made up for it with tenderness and a fair amount of pure mimicry.
Words - actual words - managed to emerge again despite his exertion. ]
You won't let me go?
[ Nose to nose, eye to eye, but Fraser didn't reach for any more kisses. He wanted to ground himself here, and maybe he could find that in Ray's eyes. Maybe he could stop himself from getting lost if he could only keep from breaking that gaze. Exhausted, sweat slick, so that Fraser wondered idly - bizarrely out of the blue - whether he'd have to physically peel Ray off the sticky desk afterward, he kept slow, patient, a rolling rhythm that kept Ray's arm trapped in place between their bodies while his own continued to set the pace. It was heady and slow, but passionate; Ray and Fraser meeting in the middle, their respective paces accomplishing a balanced center. ]