[ Read. That's funny. There's nothing to read, nothing but exertion and pleasure, and curiosity. Lots of curiosity. All he wanted in the world was to watch Ray fall apart, and it had suddenly become incredibly important to him. Oh, it wasn't like Ray had never fallen apart before, but this was something different. This was a moment suspended, a moment that didn't exactly come along every day. Ray came, biting down on all but a groan and depriving Fraser of the sound of his voice. But that was fine. Ray had grown up with just a thin wall between himself and everyone else; Fraser hadn't.
But he wanted to be able to remember it because if he was just able to see it, he could remember it. Remember that moment where it hit him, remember the moment when his partner's face contorted in pleasure, and remember when his eyes finally opened again, something glassy and spent in them, pupils blown, sweat prickled against his temple, blonde hair damp from exertion.
He got everything that he wanted, in the end. Ray's seed sticky against his fingers, all the memories he could ever ask for to put away in his library of experience, his own pleasure...and it had been a while. Too long.
He licked his lips, laying still, catching his breath, coherence slowly returning to him. Slowly in that it took its sweet time, and maybe just as something approaching a crinkle showed under his left eye, there came a loud knock on the door, enough of a knock that it made him physically jump, his hand coming away from Ray's softening arousal. It was like being doused in cold water, but at least it did the trick.
Turnbull called through from the other side of the door, asking if everything was alright. Fraser gestured with his eyebrows for Ray to answer, honestly not sure if he trusted his own voice yet. ]
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But he wanted to be able to remember it because if he was just able to see it, he could remember it. Remember that moment where it hit him, remember the moment when his partner's face contorted in pleasure, and remember when his eyes finally opened again, something glassy and spent in them, pupils blown, sweat prickled against his temple, blonde hair damp from exertion.
He got everything that he wanted, in the end. Ray's seed sticky against his fingers, all the memories he could ever ask for to put away in his library of experience, his own pleasure...and it had been a while. Too long.
He licked his lips, laying still, catching his breath, coherence slowly returning to him. Slowly in that it took its sweet time, and maybe just as something approaching a crinkle showed under his left eye, there came a loud knock on the door, enough of a knock that it made him physically jump, his hand coming away from Ray's softening arousal. It was like being doused in cold water, but at least it did the trick.
Turnbull called through from the other side of the door, asking if everything was alright. Fraser gestured with his eyebrows for Ray to answer, honestly not sure if he trusted his own voice yet. ]