[ At the very least Fraser does everything in his power to help Ray get them up to their feet, even though he's straining under the effort to use his own muscles again himself. It's hard work getting upright, but it would have been more difficult still without Ray's help, and they don't have far to go, all but falling the short distance across to the couch. As Ray helps him down, Fraser is already looking up at him with a look of puppy-dog yearning that would be alien and incomprehensible on any face but his. Just saying.
He reached for Ray's shoulder - with one hand, before following through with the other, seeing as the handcuffs gave him little choice in the matter. Urging him down onto the couch beside him, Fraser had a sense of new, quiet focus about him. Panting breathlessness had been replaced with earnest post-coital calm, although Fraser was still far beyond damp and flushed, weak limbed like a kitten and still clearly fighting with all his strength to keep his head up and his eyes open.
His hands smoothed down Ray's arm, wrists still together. His fingers crooked against Ray's elbow, and he pushed himself up off the back of the couch with the same deliberate effort he expressed in his work. This wasn't work, though. This was...this was something else. Fraser moved to brush a kiss to Ray's throat, urging him to move back, to settle. It wouldn't be so bad; he had the feeling he wouldn't have to support his own weight for long, and most of the movement he intended included slipping to the floorboards at Ray's feet. ]
I want to.
[ Although what specifically it was that he wanted to do he hadn't said yet. It was clear in Fraser's mind, at least, and that was all he needed in order to be getting along with it. ]
I'm not going to leave you like this. Not when you've been so good to me.
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He reached for Ray's shoulder - with one hand, before following through with the other, seeing as the handcuffs gave him little choice in the matter. Urging him down onto the couch beside him, Fraser had a sense of new, quiet focus about him. Panting breathlessness had been replaced with earnest post-coital calm, although Fraser was still far beyond damp and flushed, weak limbed like a kitten and still clearly fighting with all his strength to keep his head up and his eyes open.
His hands smoothed down Ray's arm, wrists still together. His fingers crooked against Ray's elbow, and he pushed himself up off the back of the couch with the same deliberate effort he expressed in his work. This wasn't work, though. This was...this was something else. Fraser moved to brush a kiss to Ray's throat, urging him to move back, to settle. It wouldn't be so bad; he had the feeling he wouldn't have to support his own weight for long, and most of the movement he intended included slipping to the floorboards at Ray's feet. ]
I want to.
[ Although what specifically it was that he wanted to do he hadn't said yet. It was clear in Fraser's mind, at least, and that was all he needed in order to be getting along with it. ]
I'm not going to leave you like this. Not when you've been so good to me.
[ Okay, so his intentions weren't that obscure. ]