Mercy (Prompt 26, F/K)
Mercy
F/K, NC-17, 694 words
pearl_o also asked for this, and who am I to say no? Have some dirty porn for Easter!
Oh, god. Holy fucking Christ. Ray was dying. He was going to die, and there were so many things he'd never done in his life. Seen the Cubs win the World Series, made Lieutenant, or slept with Cindy Crawford. He felt like he was going to fly apart, and he didn't know how to hold it together anymore.
"Fraser," Ray moaned, trying to decide between moving in and moving away, because Fraser was fucking merciless. Fraser's fingers were wide and thick and pushing into him, and he was really going to die if Fraser didn't let him come.
He couldn't even remember how he got from the couch and the Hawks game to naked and on his hands and knees on the bed, Fraser working his fingers in and out of his ass, slow and steady and slick and so good he wanted to howl at the ceiling.
"Steady, Ray," Fraser said, and he sounded like he was just fine. Like he could have been helping someone with their visa or something, while Ray was close to sobbing, trying to keep his knees up underneath him, instead of collapsing into a heap, like he wanted to do, so badly. Fraser sounded like he had three fingers up Ray's ass every day, and, yeah, sure, he had Fraser's fingers up his ass more days than not, lately, but this was different. Slower, without some eventual ending point. Fraser wasn't desperate to stick his dick in Ray's ass, and these weren't fast, stretching strokes. In fact, he seemed to be more than happy to break Ray with the slow pace he'd set, with the way Ray's cock was heavy and untouched between him and the mattress.
"Please, Fraser, you gotta - I can't -"
Fraser laughed softly. "You can, Ray. I want to feel you like this. I want you to come like this," he whispered.
"I can't," Ray whined, pushing back to feel the stretch and burn of the wide part of Fraser's hand, the soft touch of Fraser's fingertips against his prostate. So good.
Fraser didn't let up, just curved his fingers inside Ray so that each slow, steady slide hit him right there, and Ray couldn't help it, he was making so much noise that he was sure someone was going to call the cops.
He felt Fraser's warm skin press against his back, and he didn't know how Fraser managed to keep fucking him, but he did, as he whispered hot, dirty things in Ray's ear. Things that Ray wouldn't ever imagine Fraser would say, or even think, and just the sound of those words on Fraser's lips, hot on the sensitive skin of Ray's ear, was enough to get him closer, and when Fraser tucked in another finger, Ray exploded.
Ray wasn't even thinking about his dick, even though he knew that he was making a fucking mess out of the comforter and the sheets, but everything came down to his ass and Fraser's fingers, clenching down and holding him inside, and Fraser stayed with him. Ray's mouth was open, but no sound was coming out, and he figured he'd probably screamed himself hoarse before. Everything was blurry and he couldn't get his eyes to focus, but Fraser was still there, still inside.
"Oh, Ray," Fraser said softly, like a prayer, "You're - you're beautiful. Amazing." Fraser slipped his hand out of Ray's ass, leaving him empty, but then he was pulling them close together, pressing his dry hand against Ray's shaking belly, steadying him. "Perfect," Fraser whispered, and Ray let himself fall into Fraser, the warm comfort of him.
"You're not so bad yourself," Ray croaked out, turning in Fraser's arms and reaching an unsteady hand up to cup Fraser's cheek. Fraser smiled, and Ray summoned up everything he had left, and grinned back. "Give me a few minutes, okay, and I'll get you."
Fraser leaned in to kiss him, his lips soft and the kiss sweet and just a little hot, and after they broke apart, Fraser leaned in close and said, "I have no doubt, Ray."
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F/K, NC-17, 694 words
pearl_o also asked for this, and who am I to say no? Have some dirty porn for Easter!
Oh, god. Holy fucking Christ. Ray was dying. He was going to die, and there were so many things he'd never done in his life. Seen the Cubs win the World Series, made Lieutenant, or slept with Cindy Crawford. He felt like he was going to fly apart, and he didn't know how to hold it together anymore.
"Fraser," Ray moaned, trying to decide between moving in and moving away, because Fraser was fucking merciless. Fraser's fingers were wide and thick and pushing into him, and he was really going to die if Fraser didn't let him come.
He couldn't even remember how he got from the couch and the Hawks game to naked and on his hands and knees on the bed, Fraser working his fingers in and out of his ass, slow and steady and slick and so good he wanted to howl at the ceiling.
"Steady, Ray," Fraser said, and he sounded like he was just fine. Like he could have been helping someone with their visa or something, while Ray was close to sobbing, trying to keep his knees up underneath him, instead of collapsing into a heap, like he wanted to do, so badly. Fraser sounded like he had three fingers up Ray's ass every day, and, yeah, sure, he had Fraser's fingers up his ass more days than not, lately, but this was different. Slower, without some eventual ending point. Fraser wasn't desperate to stick his dick in Ray's ass, and these weren't fast, stretching strokes. In fact, he seemed to be more than happy to break Ray with the slow pace he'd set, with the way Ray's cock was heavy and untouched between him and the mattress.
"Please, Fraser, you gotta - I can't -"
Fraser laughed softly. "You can, Ray. I want to feel you like this. I want you to come like this," he whispered.
"I can't," Ray whined, pushing back to feel the stretch and burn of the wide part of Fraser's hand, the soft touch of Fraser's fingertips against his prostate. So good.
Fraser didn't let up, just curved his fingers inside Ray so that each slow, steady slide hit him right there, and Ray couldn't help it, he was making so much noise that he was sure someone was going to call the cops.
He felt Fraser's warm skin press against his back, and he didn't know how Fraser managed to keep fucking him, but he did, as he whispered hot, dirty things in Ray's ear. Things that Ray wouldn't ever imagine Fraser would say, or even think, and just the sound of those words on Fraser's lips, hot on the sensitive skin of Ray's ear, was enough to get him closer, and when Fraser tucked in another finger, Ray exploded.
Ray wasn't even thinking about his dick, even though he knew that he was making a fucking mess out of the comforter and the sheets, but everything came down to his ass and Fraser's fingers, clenching down and holding him inside, and Fraser stayed with him. Ray's mouth was open, but no sound was coming out, and he figured he'd probably screamed himself hoarse before. Everything was blurry and he couldn't get his eyes to focus, but Fraser was still there, still inside.
"Oh, Ray," Fraser said softly, like a prayer, "You're - you're beautiful. Amazing." Fraser slipped his hand out of Ray's ass, leaving him empty, but then he was pulling them close together, pressing his dry hand against Ray's shaking belly, steadying him. "Perfect," Fraser whispered, and Ray let himself fall into Fraser, the warm comfort of him.
"You're not so bad yourself," Ray croaked out, turning in Fraser's arms and reaching an unsteady hand up to cup Fraser's cheek. Fraser smiled, and Ray summoned up everything he had left, and grinned back. "Give me a few minutes, okay, and I'll get you."
Fraser leaned in to kiss him, his lips soft and the kiss sweet and just a little hot, and after they broke apart, Fraser leaned in close and said, "I have no doubt, Ray."
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