many tongues challenge
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ds_flashfictionApproximately 750 words of porn -- honestly, the challenge title has "tongue" in it; what do you expect?
*****
"Oh, for Christ's sake," Ray said, struggling up on his hands and knees, "*now*, Fraser, now--"
And Fraser was right there, thank god, pushing in before Ray was even all the way ready, when he was still unbalanced and unsteady, pushing in in in until that was it, there was nothing more, they couldn't get any closer, Fraser was in as far as he could get.
"Fuck," said Ray, hissing a breath in through his teeth.
Fraser draped himself heavy across Ray's back, kissed the back of the neck and didn't move, and after a couple seconds Ray took in another, deeper breath and pushed back hard against Fraser's body.
Fraser murmured, "Oh. Oh, Ray," and he pulled out a little and pushed back in hard, and then he did it again, and then again. And there was a rhythm now, Fraser was -- god, Fraser was *fucking* him, fucking him hard and hungry. Hungry like Fraser was a starving orphan and Ray was a banquet, and Ray was okay with that, he really was. *Help yourself, Fraser, help yourself*.
He was shaking all over, something he didn't even bother trying to control. Fraser was covering his shoulders and neck and upper back with kisses Ray could barely feel, running his hands all over, soothing Ray down. But soothing down didn't work so well, not when Fraser was twisting and thrusting like *that* into Ray's ass, so Ray just groaned and rested his head on his folded arms and concentrated on the feel of Fraser's cock and Fraser's hands and Fraser's goddamn warm strong body.
"Oh, Ray," Fraser said again, real quiet, and then he was talking, babbling even, nonstop, choking it all out against Ray's skin every time they moved. Or at least Ray thought he was talking, but he couldn't understand one solitary word -- maybe Fraser had lost it -- it was all just soft murmured noises all slurred together.
But, really, it didn't matter that Ray had no clue what Fraser was saying, because he could *hear* Fraser saying it. Fraser's voice was low and desperate and urgent, all the stuff Ray was feeling too, and Ray didn't need to know anything else to know what Fraser was really saying was "This is good" and "This is for real" and "This is for *keeps*." Ray was on board with that, he was so on board, and when Fraser took a pause for breath he bit down hard on Ray's shoulder and Ray jerked roughly and came all over the place.
Fraser kept on fucking him -- it was almost unbearably good now with the feeling of everything so damn strong. He was talking even softer, right against Ray's skin so Ray could feel it more than he could hear it.
"Fraser," and his own voice was husky, almost broken. "Fraser," Ray said, trying again, "you're so--" and then he paused, not even sure how he was going to finish the sentence, but it didn't matter in the end, because that was when Fraser stiffened, slamming into Ray one more time and shaking through his orgasm.
They both fell kind of awkwardly on the bed, laying like that for a minute or two before Fraser pulled out slowly. Ray repositioned himself so he could face Fraser and give him a friendly kiss.
"You know, I never got anyone to speak in tongues before," he said against Fraser's lips.
He could feel Fraser's amused puff of air. "That was French, Ray."
Ray rolled over onto his back, stretching out full length with a sigh. "So what were you saying?"
Fraser was watching him, his eyes following each of Ray's movements. "Oh, you know the sorts of things one says," he said. Ray wasn't sure if he was embarrassed or what.
"That doesn't mean I don't want to hear it."
Fraser's lips curled a little. He pushed himself up to lean over Ray, placing a hand over his stomach, and said into his ear, "Tu ne sais pas combien je te veux..."
Ray stared at him. After a minute he said, "What does that mean?"
Fraser swallowed and let go of him to lie back down, looking away. "You don't know how much I want you."
Ray reached out his fingers till they pressed lightly against Fraser's arm. Fraser looked back over at him -- his eyes were bright and waiting.
"You know, Fraser, I think maybe that goes both ways," Ray said.
*****
"Oh, for Christ's sake," Ray said, struggling up on his hands and knees, "*now*, Fraser, now--"
And Fraser was right there, thank god, pushing in before Ray was even all the way ready, when he was still unbalanced and unsteady, pushing in in in until that was it, there was nothing more, they couldn't get any closer, Fraser was in as far as he could get.
"Fuck," said Ray, hissing a breath in through his teeth.
Fraser draped himself heavy across Ray's back, kissed the back of the neck and didn't move, and after a couple seconds Ray took in another, deeper breath and pushed back hard against Fraser's body.
Fraser murmured, "Oh. Oh, Ray," and he pulled out a little and pushed back in hard, and then he did it again, and then again. And there was a rhythm now, Fraser was -- god, Fraser was *fucking* him, fucking him hard and hungry. Hungry like Fraser was a starving orphan and Ray was a banquet, and Ray was okay with that, he really was. *Help yourself, Fraser, help yourself*.
He was shaking all over, something he didn't even bother trying to control. Fraser was covering his shoulders and neck and upper back with kisses Ray could barely feel, running his hands all over, soothing Ray down. But soothing down didn't work so well, not when Fraser was twisting and thrusting like *that* into Ray's ass, so Ray just groaned and rested his head on his folded arms and concentrated on the feel of Fraser's cock and Fraser's hands and Fraser's goddamn warm strong body.
"Oh, Ray," Fraser said again, real quiet, and then he was talking, babbling even, nonstop, choking it all out against Ray's skin every time they moved. Or at least Ray thought he was talking, but he couldn't understand one solitary word -- maybe Fraser had lost it -- it was all just soft murmured noises all slurred together.
But, really, it didn't matter that Ray had no clue what Fraser was saying, because he could *hear* Fraser saying it. Fraser's voice was low and desperate and urgent, all the stuff Ray was feeling too, and Ray didn't need to know anything else to know what Fraser was really saying was "This is good" and "This is for real" and "This is for *keeps*." Ray was on board with that, he was so on board, and when Fraser took a pause for breath he bit down hard on Ray's shoulder and Ray jerked roughly and came all over the place.
Fraser kept on fucking him -- it was almost unbearably good now with the feeling of everything so damn strong. He was talking even softer, right against Ray's skin so Ray could feel it more than he could hear it.
"Fraser," and his own voice was husky, almost broken. "Fraser," Ray said, trying again, "you're so--" and then he paused, not even sure how he was going to finish the sentence, but it didn't matter in the end, because that was when Fraser stiffened, slamming into Ray one more time and shaking through his orgasm.
They both fell kind of awkwardly on the bed, laying like that for a minute or two before Fraser pulled out slowly. Ray repositioned himself so he could face Fraser and give him a friendly kiss.
"You know, I never got anyone to speak in tongues before," he said against Fraser's lips.
He could feel Fraser's amused puff of air. "That was French, Ray."
Ray rolled over onto his back, stretching out full length with a sigh. "So what were you saying?"
Fraser was watching him, his eyes following each of Ray's movements. "Oh, you know the sorts of things one says," he said. Ray wasn't sure if he was embarrassed or what.
"That doesn't mean I don't want to hear it."
Fraser's lips curled a little. He pushed himself up to lean over Ray, placing a hand over his stomach, and said into his ear, "Tu ne sais pas combien je te veux..."
Ray stared at him. After a minute he said, "What does that mean?"
Fraser swallowed and let go of him to lie back down, looking away. "You don't know how much I want you."
Ray reached out his fingers till they pressed lightly against Fraser's arm. Fraser looked back over at him -- his eyes were bright and waiting.
"You know, Fraser, I think maybe that goes both ways," Ray said.
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