[ If Fraser had so much as paused he might have broken into one of his roguish grins but he's much too busy shattering every cellular bond in Ray's body in a single sweep on his tongue to stop just for effect. Ray takes a moment too long to reach out and grab hold of him, but when he does the grip is tight and safe, and Fraser feels - even though he's prepared for Ray to buck and squirm like a yearling at the end of a rope - control in his gestures. Maybe it's because Ray is used to more genteel partners, people he has to protect. Maybe he feels he has to protect Benton too. It doesn't matter which--it's endearing.
Shifting back up onto his knees, some of his strength having ebbed back into him with excitement, Fraser sank deeper, relaxing and angling his throat so as to sink near down to the base. His tongue stilled, but only for a moment as he tested the new position, muscles contracting, reflexes all but subdued in order to better accommodate Ray's member.
Two seconds, that was all he gave him, and then Fraser was drawing back again, lapping furiously, withdrawing almost all the way back before he let himself inhale, just once, through his nose. His mouth stayed tight, lips pressed against foreskin, tongue more delicate as it probed and poked, until, exhaling, Fraser let his exploration slow to an easier rhythm, like waves beating on the shore; rising and falling with the swell, soothing, urging.
He'd never once thought about doing this. But here he was, not so much as thinking twice before pouring himself into it--but then decisiveness and rash decisions were in his nature. He'd come to Chicago for nothing less. Kissing Ray had been a rash decision all to itself. ]
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Shifting back up onto his knees, some of his strength having ebbed back into him with excitement, Fraser sank deeper, relaxing and angling his throat so as to sink near down to the base. His tongue stilled, but only for a moment as he tested the new position, muscles contracting, reflexes all but subdued in order to better accommodate Ray's member.
Two seconds, that was all he gave him, and then Fraser was drawing back again, lapping furiously, withdrawing almost all the way back before he let himself inhale, just once, through his nose. His mouth stayed tight, lips pressed against foreskin, tongue more delicate as it probed and poked, until, exhaling, Fraser let his exploration slow to an easier rhythm, like waves beating on the shore; rising and falling with the swell, soothing, urging.
He'd never once thought about doing this. But here he was, not so much as thinking twice before pouring himself into it--but then decisiveness and rash decisions were in his nature. He'd come to Chicago for nothing less. Kissing Ray had been a rash decision all to itself. ]