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
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. :) )
oooh, lovely and hot! But I have to say that I think this:
it’s a surprise when he feels Vecchio’s fancy overcoat settle around his shoulders. It’s still warm inside, and it’s lined with silk or something. Ray pulls it close.
is the sexiest damn thing here. The idea of Ray pulling that silk lining close against his naked skin? GUH.
And Vecchio, he pushes his fingers deeper, closes his other hand harder on Ray’s dick, and leans in so he can breathe “shhh” right in Ray’s ear. Which sure, yeah, like that’s helpful.
I think my favorite mental image would be the one induced by this: "and he slides his hand up Vecchio's forearm where it's gripping his head, and lets his head fall back against Vecchio's shoulder."
I'm with everyone else about the coat, the snark, the hotHOT sex, but the post-coital embrace there just climbed itself into my imagination and won't go away.
...wow. Ok. I'm going to try and be coherent here *g*
I think the thing that gets me the most about this fic, is first, a) the set-up. What a brilliant fucking way to explain the what, when, where, why, etc, in like, two paragraphs. I was completely blown away by just the *idea* if this fic, even before I was really into it.
Like blg said earlier, it's the details. The physical things that really strike me. The dirt on the ground and the feel of Vecchios coat, those things are like, *tangible* in my head. Amazing writing there.
“You can let this one up,” says Vecchio. “He doesn’t look like much, but that’s our inside guy.”
Such PERFECT Vecchio is just blows me away. God.
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
God - SO FUCKING HOT is this. Just - what a picture. Between that and this one:
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*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 ( ... )
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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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it’s a surprise when he feels Vecchio’s fancy overcoat settle around his shoulders. It’s still warm inside, and it’s lined with silk or something. Ray pulls it close.
is the sexiest damn thing here. The idea of Ray pulling that silk lining close against his naked skin? GUH.
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Thank-you so much for the comment. I'm happy you enjoyed!
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oh, wow -- this is great!
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I'm with everyone else about the coat, the snark, the hotHOT sex, but the post-coital embrace there just climbed itself into my imagination and won't go away.
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...wow. Ok. I'm going to try and be coherent here *g*
I think the thing that gets me the most about this fic, is first, a) the set-up. What a brilliant fucking way to explain the what, when, where, why, etc, in like, two paragraphs. I was completely blown away by just the *idea* if this fic, even before I was really into it.
Like blg said earlier, it's the details. The physical things that really strike me. The dirt on the ground and the feel of Vecchios coat, those things are like, *tangible* in my head. Amazing writing there.
“You can let this one up,” says Vecchio. “He doesn’t look like much, but that’s our inside guy.”
Such PERFECT Vecchio is just blows me away. God.
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
God - SO FUCKING HOT is this. Just - what a picture. Between that and this one:
he slides his ( ... )
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:)
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