Usually won’t put a hand on Ray until Ray touches him first, like that way it isn’t his fault, like maybe he can get away with less Hail-Marys at his next confession. So something is definitely weird here.
*nodsnodsNODS* Total Vecchio. I can completely see this.
And Ray hears his head hit the wall with a thunk, and he has to think hard about every word Vecchio just said, like he was speaking Spanish or something. “Yeah, yeah,” he says finally. “Okay.”
God. I love this. Jesus, this fic is such a fucking turn-on, because you WRITE how turned-on Ray is so fucking well. It just - the story carries me along, you get caught up in the utter hotness of this, the need there, the warmth, the love, the just - man. It's wonderful.
Vecchio’s fancy overcoat is a crumpled heap on the floor--he doesn’t remember how that happened and he doesn’t care, either
I love that he doesn't even remember it coming off.
He’s trying to keep his mouth shut but it’s hard, oh man it’s hard, and after a while a low moan escapes him anyway
Nrrrgh.
And Vecchio’s teeth are on Ray’s neck, wet and sharp, and he’s moaning softly, just like he told Ray not to.
Nrrrgh. Jesus. See? THIS is why I love you.
So he lets it buckle, lets his shoulder hit the wall instead, turns his head so his cheek is pressed into the paneling. Vecchio’s panting into his hair, his lips brushing Ray’s temple, and his cock is in Ray so deep, and Ray squeezes his fingers and Vecchio says “UH,” right in his ear and way too loud.
God, this is good stuff. This is - man, this is hot and needy and just - yeah. I can't stop thinking about this.
"We lost track of you. So.” He mouths Ray’s neck and just kind of waits there, tensed.
I love that this is Vecchio's apology. It's as much as he can give, and Ray knows that, and it's just - so much more than enough. It's perfect. THIS is perfect. It's wonderful. *twirls you giddily*
Wow. Wow. I'm so incredibly delighted with this feedback, brooklinegirl...you have no idea. Like, I read it and then squealed about it for a while (but you know, *inwardly*, so my coworkers wouldn't be getting the wrong impression). And then I read it some more. And then I squealed some more. And I could go on like this. Thank you SO MUCH. It's great to read what worked for people. It's *fantastic* to read it in such great detail. You are the undisputed feedback queen.
::twirls you back::
(Oh, and the bit with Vecchio and the hand on the neck--you ought to be nodding to qe2 for that one. She beta'ed it out of me. :) )
*nodsnodsNODS* Total Vecchio. I can completely see this.
And Ray hears his head hit the wall with a thunk, and he has to think hard about every word Vecchio just said, like he was speaking Spanish or something. “Yeah, yeah,” he says finally. “Okay.”
God. I love this. Jesus, this fic is such a fucking turn-on, because you WRITE how turned-on Ray is so fucking well. It just - the story carries me along, you get caught up in the utter hotness of this, the need there, the warmth, the love, the just - man. It's wonderful.
Vecchio’s fancy overcoat is a crumpled heap on the floor--he doesn’t remember how that happened and he doesn’t care, either
I love that he doesn't even remember it coming off.
He’s trying to keep his mouth shut but it’s hard, oh man it’s hard, and after a while a low moan escapes him anyway
Nrrrgh.
And Vecchio’s teeth are on Ray’s neck, wet and sharp, and he’s moaning softly, just like he told Ray not to.
Nrrrgh. Jesus. See? THIS is why I love you.
So he lets it buckle, lets his shoulder hit the wall instead, turns his head so his cheek is pressed into the paneling. Vecchio’s panting into his hair, his lips brushing Ray’s temple, and his cock is in Ray so deep, and Ray squeezes his fingers and Vecchio says “UH,” right in his ear and way too loud.
God, this is good stuff. This is - man, this is hot and needy and just - yeah. I can't stop thinking about this.
"We lost track of you. So.” He mouths Ray’s neck and just kind of waits there, tensed.
I love that this is Vecchio's apology. It's as much as he can give, and Ray knows that, and it's just - so much more than enough. It's perfect. THIS is perfect. It's wonderful. *twirls you giddily*
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::twirls you back::
(Oh, and the bit with Vecchio and the hand on the neck--you ought to be nodding to qe2 for that one. She beta'ed it out of me. :) )
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