Loose limbed and messy in a way that only he can truly manage. It's a good sign, showing he's relaxed and easy, especially when he's practically melting into the couch as Fraser's lips work their way across his skin, slick and salty from the evenings exertions.
He watches it all, chin tilted down, perching his elbows over the back of the couch as Fraser's head settles on his chest, listening, Ray assumes. He tries to steady his breath, keep his chest moving up and down in a steady rhythm that isn't jarring to the cheek pressed against it. He even succeeds for the most part, although there's a building anticipation that has his heart beginning to race.
By the time Fraser's slithered to the floor Ray has pretty much worked out what his intentions are, eyes locked on the questing mouth with a questioning furrow knitted in his brows. He's tempted to say something, to assure Fraser again that it's not necessary, but his words die in his throat the second he feels teeth.
The jolt of nerves is a shock to his system, like a bolt of lightning that sparks sharply towards his dick. He's not prepared for it and all he can do in response is jerk his hips, head lolling back as a single word escapes him sharply, possibly what may have been a swear word once upon a time but sounds much more like a prolonged 'faaak'.]
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Loose limbed and messy in a way that only he can truly manage. It's a good sign, showing he's relaxed and easy, especially when he's practically melting into the couch as Fraser's lips work their way across his skin, slick and salty from the evenings exertions.
He watches it all, chin tilted down, perching his elbows over the back of the couch as Fraser's head settles on his chest, listening, Ray assumes. He tries to steady his breath, keep his chest moving up and down in a steady rhythm that isn't jarring to the cheek pressed against it. He even succeeds for the most part, although there's a building anticipation that has his heart beginning to race.
By the time Fraser's slithered to the floor Ray has pretty much worked out what his intentions are, eyes locked on the questing mouth with a questioning furrow knitted in his brows. He's tempted to say something, to assure Fraser again that it's not necessary, but his words die in his throat the second he feels teeth.
The jolt of nerves is a shock to his system, like a bolt of lightning that sparks sharply towards his dick. He's not prepared for it and all he can do in response is jerk his hips, head lolling back as a single word escapes him sharply, possibly what may have been a swear word once upon a time but sounds much more like a prolonged 'faaak'.]