[ It's good. It's good because, honestly, Fraser wouldn't have the strength to fight or argue if Ray tried to resist.
In giving affections, Fraser is all kisses; his mouth falls at Ray's throat, his shoulder, drags against pectorals and biceps while Fraser's hands butterfly flat against his chest to support his weight. Fraser makes it look comfortable, makes it look easy, turning his cheek once - as before - against the heat of Ray's chest to soak him in, to listen to the beat of his heart just beyond his ribs. The rhythm is still there, as before, and Fraser lets it ground him--he needed something, after all, he felt like he was floating away.
He risks drowning again when he meets Ray's eyes across the length of his chest - arousal is a far away dream, but that look would be more than enough to inspire such thoughts had he not been so thoroughly spent already - and the last few inches of slithering across Ray's lap lets him slide safely down to the floorboards, folded up between Ray's feet. His chin bumps against Ray's hip, and then Fraser tilts his head in, gusting hot breaths against bare skin before following on the tail of them with wet kisses.
Just as it seems all he'll be is gentle, Fraser closes his mouth across the suspensor tendon just below and to the left of Ray's hip bone, closing specifically on the cluster of nerves that ran down to his groin. The kiss rapidly turns to the press of firm, blunt teeth, rough suction--if Ray gets to mark him, then so does Fraser. Turnabout was only fair play. ]
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In giving affections, Fraser is all kisses; his mouth falls at Ray's throat, his shoulder, drags against pectorals and biceps while Fraser's hands butterfly flat against his chest to support his weight. Fraser makes it look comfortable, makes it look easy, turning his cheek once - as before - against the heat of Ray's chest to soak him in, to listen to the beat of his heart just beyond his ribs. The rhythm is still there, as before, and Fraser lets it ground him--he needed something, after all, he felt like he was floating away.
He risks drowning again when he meets Ray's eyes across the length of his chest - arousal is a far away dream, but that look would be more than enough to inspire such thoughts had he not been so thoroughly spent already - and the last few inches of slithering across Ray's lap lets him slide safely down to the floorboards, folded up between Ray's feet. His chin bumps against Ray's hip, and then Fraser tilts his head in, gusting hot breaths against bare skin before following on the tail of them with wet kisses.
Just as it seems all he'll be is gentle, Fraser closes his mouth across the suspensor tendon just below and to the left of Ray's hip bone, closing specifically on the cluster of nerves that ran down to his groin. The kiss rapidly turns to the press of firm, blunt teeth, rough suction--if Ray gets to mark him, then so does Fraser. Turnabout was only fair play. ]