He would subdue the desire to lick Ray’s bare neck, to kiss his cocky mouth hard and long, and then push him to his knees, pulling Ray’s head between his legs, begging him to answer all of his prayers with a second stroke of his tongue.

Oh, wow. He's really just barely hanging onto that control with all he's worth, there, huh?

You give a wonderful sense of Fraser's internal workings.

Now, go forth, Fraser, and sin! Sin, Fraser, sin! *g*