[ Reactive is what he is, and it's how he responds, though the increase in pace none the less has him gritting his teeth in concentration. He wanted to see, to watch. Imagination didn't come into it; Fraser wanted to actually see and memorize just as much as he could. Memory wasn't something he was taking from other people, nor was it something that could be taken from him.
Ray wound himself closer, Fraser resisted--physically but not physically. He whimpered softly into the half an inch between them. Truly, Fraser had no complaints either, not when Ray was demonstrating such talent. The music was building; Fraser could hear it again. Ray's breathing and his own soft groans, the sound their bodies made, the whisper of leather on polished wood.
He'd worried that they might regret this. Now it felt like regret was impossible. How could he regret feeling this good, or making Ray feel his good? And why hadn't he just kissed him sooner? Was he truly that indecisive, that incapable of doing what he wanted? Or maybe it hadn't been the right time. Maybe this was the right moment for both of them.
They were rushing closer now. The tempo was rising, and Fraser - who had been on a knife's edge already - could feel it coming, an inevitability he couldn't fight even if he wanted to. ]
Ray, I'm almost... And you're...
[ He squeezed firmly, tried one last command--though it sounded even to him as though he were the one begging. ]
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Ray wound himself closer, Fraser resisted--physically but not physically. He whimpered softly into the half an inch between them. Truly, Fraser had no complaints either, not when Ray was demonstrating such talent. The music was building; Fraser could hear it again. Ray's breathing and his own soft groans, the sound their bodies made, the whisper of leather on polished wood.
He'd worried that they might regret this. Now it felt like regret was impossible. How could he regret feeling this good, or making Ray feel his good? And why hadn't he just kissed him sooner? Was he truly that indecisive, that incapable of doing what he wanted? Or maybe it hadn't been the right time. Maybe this was the right moment for both of them.
They were rushing closer now. The tempo was rising, and Fraser - who had been on a knife's edge already - could feel it coming, an inevitability he couldn't fight even if he wanted to. ]
Ray, I'm almost... And you're...
[ He squeezed firmly, tried one last command--though it sounded even to him as though he were the one begging. ]
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