Fraser ignored the comment, although it was mostly true. This was... not something he had done before, for all the strange things he had put in his mouth over the years. He was definitely planning on taking at least a few of his cues from what Ray had been doing earlier -- at least, what he had noticed through the haze of 'more please' and 'oh God yes.'
Fraser took his time, not out of a desire to tease but simply to get his bearings, to make sure he was going to do this okay. Inexperienced as he was, he wanted to make sure this was as good for Ray as it had been for him. He kissed his way slowly down his stomach, lavishing attention to the area around his navel, then down to the sharp crease of his hipbone. His hands slid down to stroke his thighs, tracing thoughtful patterns along the insides as his mouth wandered.
Actually, it was probably a good thing he'd come first. Now, he could focus his attention entirely on Ray, and focus he did: he took note of everything, taste and scent and feel, the way he moved beneath him and when he did, just what he might do to make Ray writhe and sweat and break into that stream of chatter again. Finally, when he thought he'd catalogued the whole of Ray's stomach -- he wasn't done exploring by a long shot, but he felt perhaps he'd made Ray wait long enough -- he dipped his head and carefully, tentatively touched his tongue to the head of Ray's cock.
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Date: 2007-02-20 03:29 am (UTC)Fraser took his time, not out of a desire to tease but simply to get his bearings, to make sure he was going to do this okay. Inexperienced as he was, he wanted to make sure this was as good for Ray as it had been for him. He kissed his way slowly down his stomach, lavishing attention to the area around his navel, then down to the sharp crease of his hipbone. His hands slid down to stroke his thighs, tracing thoughtful patterns along the insides as his mouth wandered.
Actually, it was probably a good thing he'd come first. Now, he could focus his attention entirely on Ray, and focus he did: he took note of everything, taste and scent and feel, the way he moved beneath him and when he did, just what he might do to make Ray writhe and sweat and break into that stream of chatter again. Finally, when he thought he'd catalogued the whole of Ray's stomach -- he wasn't done exploring by a long shot, but he felt perhaps he'd made Ray wait long enough -- he dipped his head and carefully, tentatively touched his tongue to the head of Ray's cock.