[ Fraser doesn't even pause to think of how their sounds would carry through the thin walls of the consulate, doesn't wonder whether Turnbull will hear Ray cry out and wonder whether now it was Fraser who was losing the game--whether he'd fallen for it in the first place, or was just being polite considering the fact that he'd taken an axe to a locked door. No, he was giving Turnbull too much credit. But as to who was winning, it wasn't a simple answer any more.
Fraser felt on top of the world, and Ray was right there with him, crying out into air that seemed too humid from their exertions, arching upward against Fraser's shoulders almost as far as he could, hard fingers all but digging grooves in his scalp. There was no argument from the Mountie; couldn't be when what he was feeling through him was an ultimate act of trust between them, something bonding that Fraser didn't think he'd ever felt with anyone before. He gave himself wholly - yes wholly without hesitation, when he felt his affections were reciprocated - but betrayal had inevitably made Fraser wary.
With Stanley Kowalski there was nothing to be wary about. He still implicitly trusted him, would give his life for him and vice versa. They understood each other on a level beyond intimacy, making this almost as easy as breathing; as natural.
Ben hung onto that glorious final moment with him, let Ray's fingers and the pulsing overflow of his orgasm tether him in place. What small quantity of sticky seed spilled against his tongue Fraser relishes, unperturbed by taste or lewdness, and when he did slowly - very gently - peel himself back, he remained for just a heartbeat to watch Ray watching him, lowering his bottom lip just far enough that the tip of his tongue showed as he pressed the taste of Ray against the back of his front teeth. It wasn't intentionally sultry, it just came off that way.
A little more awake than Ray meant Fraser had the advantage. His own limbs had more strength in each of them than Ray's body combined, which meant he could shift back, using his shoulders to rearrange Ray's legs across the couch before climbing up over him, knotting limbs together as he sank down with one shoulder against Ray's bicep, his back against the back of the couch, his handcuffed wrists neatly crossed over in the center of Ray's chest. He was close enough to kiss, but all he graced with such affection was the curve of Ray's jaw, before he settled his head very lightly down beside his partner's, breath huffing against Ray's throat. Words were hardly necessary when the state of his breathing said everything that needed to be said. ]
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Fraser felt on top of the world, and Ray was right there with him, crying out into air that seemed too humid from their exertions, arching upward against Fraser's shoulders almost as far as he could, hard fingers all but digging grooves in his scalp. There was no argument from the Mountie; couldn't be when what he was feeling through him was an ultimate act of trust between them, something bonding that Fraser didn't think he'd ever felt with anyone before. He gave himself wholly - yes wholly without hesitation, when he felt his affections were reciprocated - but betrayal had inevitably made Fraser wary.
With Stanley Kowalski there was nothing to be wary about. He still implicitly trusted him, would give his life for him and vice versa. They understood each other on a level beyond intimacy, making this almost as easy as breathing; as natural.
Ben hung onto that glorious final moment with him, let Ray's fingers and the pulsing overflow of his orgasm tether him in place. What small quantity of sticky seed spilled against his tongue Fraser relishes, unperturbed by taste or lewdness, and when he did slowly - very gently - peel himself back, he remained for just a heartbeat to watch Ray watching him, lowering his bottom lip just far enough that the tip of his tongue showed as he pressed the taste of Ray against the back of his front teeth. It wasn't intentionally sultry, it just came off that way.
A little more awake than Ray meant Fraser had the advantage. His own limbs had more strength in each of them than Ray's body combined, which meant he could shift back, using his shoulders to rearrange Ray's legs across the couch before climbing up over him, knotting limbs together as he sank down with one shoulder against Ray's bicep, his back against the back of the couch, his handcuffed wrists neatly crossed over in the center of Ray's chest. He was close enough to kiss, but all he graced with such affection was the curve of Ray's jaw, before he settled his head very lightly down beside his partner's, breath huffing against Ray's throat. Words were hardly necessary when the state of his breathing said everything that needed to be said. ]