[ Just because Fraser is drowning in desire and has gone non-verbal doesn't necessarily mean he's in a hurry. He won't tease, but he's intent on prepping Andy thoroughly, stretching him with his fingers and wrapping his free hand around Andy's balls so he has leverage to resist if Andy tries to rush him. ]
[ Andy does sink down on Ben's cock the second he's allowed to. He doesn't want any time either, taking it all in in one smooth movement and moaning when it brushes against his prostate. ]
[ Ben gazes up at him with shining eyes, a look that says everything Andy is doing now and anything he might want to do in the coming moments will be perfect, just perfect. ]
[ Fraser closes his eyes and revels in the feel of it, Andy's tongue moving hot and wet over his skin, the subtle ways he moves against Fraser's cock as he shifts position. ]
[ He deserves some kind of award for being patient because it's always a struggle when it comes to Ben, as soon as the paint's all off he straightens up again to ride him in earnest, bracing himself on Ben's chest, deliberately tightening his muscles around Ben's cock. ]
[ Fraser doesn't come, but he gasps again, writhing a little as Andy pulses around him. ]
Oh, Andy...
[ He's trying to touch him everywhere, warm hands caressing up his back and over his shoulders, combing through his hair, gripping his thighs. They're slow and measured touches, though, grounding him and bringing him back to himself. ]
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[ He's not in as much of a hurry as Ben is, but still. He presses himself against his fingers, urging him on. ]
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Fuck, come on.
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... I meant to lick those flowers off your chest.
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Andy, Andy...
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[ Really unfair of Ben to make Andy come like this tbh. It's sudden and intense, and it leaves Andy shaking a little. ]
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[ Fraser doesn't come, but he gasps again, writhing a little as Andy pulses around him. ]
Oh, Andy...
[ He's trying to touch him everywhere, warm hands caressing up his back and over his shoulders, combing through his hair, gripping his thighs. They're slow and measured touches, though, grounding him and bringing him back to himself. ]
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Love you.
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I love you, too.
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[ Since Ben hasn't come yet and Andy really wants him to. ]
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At almost all times.
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[ That gives him pause. ]
May I do my best, instead?
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