[The movement underneath him is worked with, trying to keep his own body in tune with the shifts of Fraser. It all draws back to the the rhythm of his hand, both of them trying to add to the stimulation of one another.
While Fraser's back arches and bows beneath him, he tries to match his head in with the movements, the up and down shift helping along with the lapping of his tongue and the occasional bump of teeth against skin is hardly cause for concern. Ray's hips rock in behind, rolling against Fraser with each stroke of his clenched hand, flattening himself across his partner's lower back as he does so. It's surprisingly easy to find a balance between synchronising all these movements, but it's no different than dancing, not really.
With the movements as fluid as he can manage, his free hand reaches out to ruffle fingers through Fraser's sweat-slick hair, grabbing a handful for leverage to tug his head back. He shifts himself upwards, chest pressed so tightly to Fraser that there's a constant friction against those burning welts, his mouth instead shifting to give attention to the bared neck with a similar treatment of tongue and teeth. He's close enough that he barely has to speak above a quiet murmur.]
You got enough in you to come again, buddy?
[And there's that fiendish little smirk again, curled against Fraser's neck before sinking his teeth against the quickened pulse of his jugular.]
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While Fraser's back arches and bows beneath him, he tries to match his head in with the movements, the up and down shift helping along with the lapping of his tongue and the occasional bump of teeth against skin is hardly cause for concern. Ray's hips rock in behind, rolling against Fraser with each stroke of his clenched hand, flattening himself across his partner's lower back as he does so. It's surprisingly easy to find a balance between synchronising all these movements, but it's no different than dancing, not really.
With the movements as fluid as he can manage, his free hand reaches out to ruffle fingers through Fraser's sweat-slick hair, grabbing a handful for leverage to tug his head back. He shifts himself upwards, chest pressed so tightly to Fraser that there's a constant friction against those burning welts, his mouth instead shifting to give attention to the bared neck with a similar treatment of tongue and teeth. He's close enough that he barely has to speak above a quiet murmur.]
You got enough in you to come again, buddy?
[And there's that fiendish little smirk again, curled against Fraser's neck before sinking his teeth against the quickened pulse of his jugular.]