[ The desk will be fine. That is, it'll probably be impossible for him to work at it ever again but...well, it'll maintain its basic structural integrity if nothing else. It's just that in the future the desk will be distracting, like a picture book opened halfway through. ]
Okay.
[ Fraser thought he was ready. He shifted his grip, just slightly, just enough that he won't be tempted to squeeze too roughly - demonstrating remarkable foresight given the situation - and tilted his head down, bumping it against Ray's and going crosseyed in his effort to still see straight. Not that it actually worked.
He was too close, in all the ways that anyone could be too close, but that was how he lived his life. Fraser went all in, jumped in front of cars, leapt onto moving trains. It was in his nature. Set free at last, he didn't hold himself back.
Nor did he now. The friction was too much for him. The deep, pleasurable burn was only one part, after all Ray's body seemed to touch every part of him that wasn't touching the desk. There was nothing else left in the world but the stimulation, and perhaps his efforts to still be looking at Ray when he came. It was a pipe dream, though. Fraser cried out, buckled forward, his hand still working by instinct and muscle memory. His eyes closed, and the world split down the middle.
The feeling washed over him like saltwater.
It took everything he could to open his eyes only a second later. Fraser was flushed, spilling over with miscoordinated jerks of his hips, broken world still spilling stars into his eyes. But there was Ray, right in front of him. Still there. ]
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Okay.
[ Fraser thought he was ready. He shifted his grip, just slightly, just enough that he won't be tempted to squeeze too roughly - demonstrating remarkable foresight given the situation - and tilted his head down, bumping it against Ray's and going crosseyed in his effort to still see straight. Not that it actually worked.
He was too close, in all the ways that anyone could be too close, but that was how he lived his life. Fraser went all in, jumped in front of cars, leapt onto moving trains. It was in his nature. Set free at last, he didn't hold himself back.
Nor did he now. The friction was too much for him. The deep, pleasurable burn was only one part, after all Ray's body seemed to touch every part of him that wasn't touching the desk. There was nothing else left in the world but the stimulation, and perhaps his efforts to still be looking at Ray when he came. It was a pipe dream, though. Fraser cried out, buckled forward, his hand still working by instinct and muscle memory. His eyes closed, and the world split down the middle.
The feeling washed over him like saltwater.
It took everything he could to open his eyes only a second later. Fraser was flushed, spilling over with miscoordinated jerks of his hips, broken world still spilling stars into his eyes. But there was Ray, right in front of him. Still there. ]