Instead he concentrated on being inside Ray, giving him those long, hard strokes that made him, Ray, his lover, convulse and yell more, and Christ, fuck, and that which Fraser secretly yearned to hear, in Ray’s most broken voice; Frase.
Oh, guhhhhhhhhh. And. The. Leather. On. His. Guhhhhhhhhhhhh.
One leetle note: You have a typo in the next paragraph - "trusts".
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Date: 2004-09-04 10:54 am (UTC)Oh, guhhhhhhhhh. And. The. Leather. On. His. Guhhhhhhhhhhhh.
One leetle note: You have a typo in the next paragraph - "trusts".