SPS - 8:15
Title: "One onto the Other"
Author: mrsronweasley
Fandom: due South
Pairing: F/K
Rating: NC-17, naturally
Notes: With enormous thanks to kristiinthedark and strangecobwebs for such quick and last minute betas! ♥ (785 words)
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Whenever Fraser entertained vague - or even thorough - sexual fantasies, he had always imagined doing. He saw himself touching the person, imagined the way his fingers would move on unfamiliar skin, the way he would lick and mouth it, the way he would bring that person to the very brink with his own body. He only belatedly realized that he never truly thought about how that person would make him feel in return.
When Ray skated his hands over Fraser’s sides, touching his clothed back and uncovered hips and finally palming his erection, Fraser remembered that sometimes, the reciprocation could come first.
He barely had a chance to skim his hands over Ray’s shoulders before Ray sank down in front of him and took hold of his erection with his lips. The touch, like an electrical current, forced his head back, a gasp escaping from his throat. Fraser’s palms skidded against the surface of his desk, the perspiration forcing him further back until Ray finally noticed and pulled him forward. The movement had the added effect of pushing Fraser’s erection deeper into Ray’s mouth, and Fraser nearly slid back again, just from the sensation.
Ray was barely letting him react, much less act on any desire - Fraser could hardly even think. Ray’s hands were two hot marks on either side of his body, holding him steady for the pleasure Ray was wringing from him with his mouth. His tongue soft and wet along the underside of Fraser’s cock, his lips stretched wide in a hot circle around it, Ray looked almost obscene. Disheveled, undone, just like Fraser. His long legs were folded underneath him and Fraser watched Ray move as he sucked.
Ray’s enthusiasm for this was apparent in the way he gripped Fraser’s skin, the way he closed his eyes, the way his throat would expel involuntary sounds that might have been moans, had moaning been possible. Fraser’s mouth and throat were unoccupied, and so he let himself go, not even trying to be quiet anymore, because Ray was in front of him on his knees, making his very skin explode with pleasure.
“Ray,” he gasped then, and attempted to pull Ray off and up, but Ray merely gripped him harder and would not be deterred. But he wanted -
“Ray, come up -”
He wanted to touch Ray, wanted to undress him and find out how warm Ray’s skin was, how hot it could get under Fraser’s touch, wanted to run his hands down the long lines of Ray’s legs.
“Please, I want to -” Kiss you, he thought, touch you, do to you what you are doing to me.
Ray made a noise like a “no” and a hand insisted that Fraser widen his stance, while another slid up until it was parting Fraser’s lips. Without thinking, Fraser allowed his mouth to be entered and took a step apart. Ray’s intentions became quite clear when Ray slid the newly-wet finger down and then inside Fraser.
Fraser shook. He shook as Ray’s finger explored, shook as Ray sucked harder, shook as the shock of his orgasm spiraled out - hot, white, sharp - and Ray sucked him through it.
He had forgotten that his throat was capable of making such sounds - high and needy and entirely indecent. His mind was still reeling when Ray finally slid up, reached for Fraser’s mouth and pushed him back with the force of his kiss. Ray gave him back his own taste, allowed him to study it on his tongue, pushed and pulled and fought gravity itself as he forced Fraser up on the table.
They scrambled, and if Fraser hadn’t actually acted out this particular scenario in his mind, he was certainly no stranger to trying to predict Ray’s next move. He was unsurprised when Ray broke off their kiss, hands braced on either side of Fraser’s head, and looked him in the eye, cheeks flushed and mouth glistening.
“Fraser.” He voice was hoarse, almost gone. “I want to - can I -”
“Yes, Ray, please -”
And Fraser finally reached Ray’s waist, undoing the button and zipper with only marginal help from Ray’s right hand, and Ray was ready, catching the lubricant before it fell down along with his jeans.
Ray entered him in one slow stroke, and that was the last time Fraser felt even in the least bit coherent.
Afterwards, he remembered the action and reaction of it, the flow of one onto the other. He remembered gripping the edge of the table and Ray’s back both, feeling Ray’s chest hot against his own, Ray’s breath gusting against his throat. He remembered moving against Ray with a force equal to both of their desires. They kissed without letting go.
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Author: mrsronweasley
Fandom: due South
Pairing: F/K
Rating: NC-17, naturally
Notes: With enormous thanks to kristiinthedark and strangecobwebs for such quick and last minute betas! ♥ (785 words)
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Whenever Fraser entertained vague - or even thorough - sexual fantasies, he had always imagined doing. He saw himself touching the person, imagined the way his fingers would move on unfamiliar skin, the way he would lick and mouth it, the way he would bring that person to the very brink with his own body. He only belatedly realized that he never truly thought about how that person would make him feel in return.
When Ray skated his hands over Fraser’s sides, touching his clothed back and uncovered hips and finally palming his erection, Fraser remembered that sometimes, the reciprocation could come first.
He barely had a chance to skim his hands over Ray’s shoulders before Ray sank down in front of him and took hold of his erection with his lips. The touch, like an electrical current, forced his head back, a gasp escaping from his throat. Fraser’s palms skidded against the surface of his desk, the perspiration forcing him further back until Ray finally noticed and pulled him forward. The movement had the added effect of pushing Fraser’s erection deeper into Ray’s mouth, and Fraser nearly slid back again, just from the sensation.
Ray was barely letting him react, much less act on any desire - Fraser could hardly even think. Ray’s hands were two hot marks on either side of his body, holding him steady for the pleasure Ray was wringing from him with his mouth. His tongue soft and wet along the underside of Fraser’s cock, his lips stretched wide in a hot circle around it, Ray looked almost obscene. Disheveled, undone, just like Fraser. His long legs were folded underneath him and Fraser watched Ray move as he sucked.
Ray’s enthusiasm for this was apparent in the way he gripped Fraser’s skin, the way he closed his eyes, the way his throat would expel involuntary sounds that might have been moans, had moaning been possible. Fraser’s mouth and throat were unoccupied, and so he let himself go, not even trying to be quiet anymore, because Ray was in front of him on his knees, making his very skin explode with pleasure.
“Ray,” he gasped then, and attempted to pull Ray off and up, but Ray merely gripped him harder and would not be deterred. But he wanted -
“Ray, come up -”
He wanted to touch Ray, wanted to undress him and find out how warm Ray’s skin was, how hot it could get under Fraser’s touch, wanted to run his hands down the long lines of Ray’s legs.
“Please, I want to -” Kiss you, he thought, touch you, do to you what you are doing to me.
Ray made a noise like a “no” and a hand insisted that Fraser widen his stance, while another slid up until it was parting Fraser’s lips. Without thinking, Fraser allowed his mouth to be entered and took a step apart. Ray’s intentions became quite clear when Ray slid the newly-wet finger down and then inside Fraser.
Fraser shook. He shook as Ray’s finger explored, shook as Ray sucked harder, shook as the shock of his orgasm spiraled out - hot, white, sharp - and Ray sucked him through it.
He had forgotten that his throat was capable of making such sounds - high and needy and entirely indecent. His mind was still reeling when Ray finally slid up, reached for Fraser’s mouth and pushed him back with the force of his kiss. Ray gave him back his own taste, allowed him to study it on his tongue, pushed and pulled and fought gravity itself as he forced Fraser up on the table.
They scrambled, and if Fraser hadn’t actually acted out this particular scenario in his mind, he was certainly no stranger to trying to predict Ray’s next move. He was unsurprised when Ray broke off their kiss, hands braced on either side of Fraser’s head, and looked him in the eye, cheeks flushed and mouth glistening.
“Fraser.” He voice was hoarse, almost gone. “I want to - can I -”
“Yes, Ray, please -”
And Fraser finally reached Ray’s waist, undoing the button and zipper with only marginal help from Ray’s right hand, and Ray was ready, catching the lubricant before it fell down along with his jeans.
Ray entered him in one slow stroke, and that was the last time Fraser felt even in the least bit coherent.
Afterwards, he remembered the action and reaction of it, the flow of one onto the other. He remembered gripping the edge of the table and Ray’s back both, feeling Ray’s chest hot against his own, Ray’s breath gusting against his throat. He remembered moving against Ray with a force equal to both of their desires. They kissed without letting go.
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