[When Fraser withdraws again he's leaving Ray trembling and panting underneath him, thrumming with an urgent energy that's building up to boiling point, already simmering over in tight moans and so much desire that he's not sure whether he wants to cry or cry out.
He nods dumbly when that single word is asked, or possibly stated, staring down at Fraser with a renewed appreciation. Ray's certain he looks a mess, all oddly angled hair (barely any change there, then), flushed skin and noodle limbs trembling at every touch, but Fraser? Fraser still somehow looks perfect. The ruffled appearance, the exhaustion, the bruised lips and pink ears, all somehow still resulting in a gorgeous Mountie. Ray conjures up the energy for a smile, genuine but tired as the hand in Fraser's hair shifts around enough for him to run a thumb against his cheek affectionately.
And then just like that Fraser's taking him again, wet mouth, swirling tongue and scraping teeth causing Ray to jerk and shudder and whine pathetically.
It doesn't take long for Ray to reach his point, scaling the summit with laboured breaths and tired muscles. It's less of a jolt to his system this time, less explosive, instead building like a wave before slamming into him with the full force of a tsunami and wiping out every last reservation he had. This time he's the one that cries out, loud and throaty as he makes one final arch upwards into Fraser's mouth, fingers gripping tight into a handful of hair and urging Fraser to stay with him through this.
By the time it's passed him, Ray's spent, collapsing back into the couch and exhaling in a low groan. His chest heaves, watching Benton through half-lidded eyes, lips curling up with what feels like the last bit of energy left in him. No words. He's not sure he can manage those just yet.]
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He nods dumbly when that single word is asked, or possibly stated, staring down at Fraser with a renewed appreciation. Ray's certain he looks a mess, all oddly angled hair (barely any change there, then), flushed skin and noodle limbs trembling at every touch, but Fraser? Fraser still somehow looks perfect. The ruffled appearance, the exhaustion, the bruised lips and pink ears, all somehow still resulting in a gorgeous Mountie. Ray conjures up the energy for a smile, genuine but tired as the hand in Fraser's hair shifts around enough for him to run a thumb against his cheek affectionately.
And then just like that Fraser's taking him again, wet mouth, swirling tongue and scraping teeth causing Ray to jerk and shudder and whine pathetically.
It doesn't take long for Ray to reach his point, scaling the summit with laboured breaths and tired muscles. It's less of a jolt to his system this time, less explosive, instead building like a wave before slamming into him with the full force of a tsunami and wiping out every last reservation he had. This time he's the one that cries out, loud and throaty as he makes one final arch upwards into Fraser's mouth, fingers gripping tight into a handful of hair and urging Fraser to stay with him through this.
By the time it's passed him, Ray's spent, collapsing back into the couch and exhaling in a low groan. His chest heaves, watching Benton through half-lidded eyes, lips curling up with what feels like the last bit of energy left in him. No words. He's not sure he can manage those just yet.]