Loved everything about this fic, from the sleepy-beginning sex (and Ray being concerned about Fraser on patrol) to that last fantastic line. And how waking up to coffee means it's home. Great stuff here.
This is a lovely, lovely story. Love assertive Fraser, and Ray defining home, and the little domestic scenes.
He'd lean against Ray, still waking up at the table, and hold Ray's head against his belly, then, at the slightest sign of encouragement . . . he'd just unbutton his pants and shove his cock into Ray's coffee-hot mouth.
This is just a beautiful image, in its sweetness and intimacy, and then the down-and-dirtiness of it.
This is just a beautiful image, in its sweetness and intimacy, and then the down-and-dirtiness of it.
That's a great line. In general, I like the idea that down-and-dirtiness can be an expression of sweetness and intimacy. I'm delighted you like the story, thanks very much for commenting.
I love hot buttered rum, and vaguely remember cold evenings once upon a time, so thank you very much for a lovely compliment. Love food-references in feedback, cause that's totally my language.
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*applauds*
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Thank you very very very much.
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*friends you*
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Fraser on patrol) to that last fantastic line. And how waking up to coffee means it's home. Great stuff here.
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He'd lean against Ray, still waking up at the table, and hold Ray's head against his belly, then, at the slightest sign of encouragement . . . he'd just unbutton his pants and shove his cock into Ray's coffee-hot mouth.
This is just a beautiful image, in its sweetness and intimacy, and then the down-and-dirtiness of it.
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That's a great line. In general, I like the idea that down-and-dirtiness can be an expression of sweetness and intimacy. I'm delighted you like the story, thanks very much for commenting.
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Absolutely lovely.
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