[In a matter of minutes Fraser has Ray falling apart, squirming and panting against him from the constant pressure of teeth, each pinch of skin rumbling up a new shuddering exhale. The assault is relentless, every bite and suck against flat muscle rippling through the entirety of his body before pooling south, adding to the already straining arousal.
As marking goes it'll be much easier to hide, but Ray's certain he'll have a deep purple reminder for days, even weeks, to come, symbolising just how very intimate Fraser could get with a line trailing down like a neon sign towards it's final destination.
By the time Fraser's reached the jeans, Ray's already desperately eager and whining at the heat of that mouth, even through the thick barrier of denim. Fraser seems so deliciously good at this, even for what may be a first time, his hot breath and damp tongue close to sending Ray over the edge far too early. He bites down on that thought, jaw locking and channelling that release to be something vocal instead; a noisy but pathetic whine.
There's that switch in commands again, Fraser rightfully taking the reigns and leaving Ray barely capable of doing anything beyond nodding dumbly. The sudden move into action is as uncoordinated as it gets, his hands fumbling uselessly towards the zipper like he's got little control of them. By the time he's getting some sense back (it took a moment for him to start thinking with his brain rather than his dick), he's managing to wriggle out of the denim and underwear all in one go, tugging them down with an arch of his hips though halting just below the knees. To go further would mean wrestling himself out of his boots as well.]
Fraser. This is-- [Something. Good. Great. Amazing. Intimate. So very intimate. Because nothing says intimate like going down on a friend. Ray's measly hand jobs pale in comparison to the mere suggestion of this.]
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As marking goes it'll be much easier to hide, but Ray's certain he'll have a deep purple reminder for days, even weeks, to come, symbolising just how very intimate Fraser could get with a line trailing down like a neon sign towards it's final destination.
By the time Fraser's reached the jeans, Ray's already desperately eager and whining at the heat of that mouth, even through the thick barrier of denim. Fraser seems so deliciously good at this, even for what may be a first time, his hot breath and damp tongue close to sending Ray over the edge far too early. He bites down on that thought, jaw locking and channelling that release to be something vocal instead; a noisy but pathetic whine.
There's that switch in commands again, Fraser rightfully taking the reigns and leaving Ray barely capable of doing anything beyond nodding dumbly. The sudden move into action is as uncoordinated as it gets, his hands fumbling uselessly towards the zipper like he's got little control of them. By the time he's getting some sense back (it took a moment for him to start thinking with his brain rather than his dick), he's managing to wriggle out of the denim and underwear all in one go, tugging them down with an arch of his hips though halting just below the knees. To go further would mean wrestling himself out of his boots as well.]
Fraser. This is-- [Something. Good. Great. Amazing. Intimate. So very intimate. Because nothing says intimate like going down on a friend. Ray's measly hand jobs pale in comparison to the mere suggestion of this.]