[ Fraser is just luxuriating in the feeling of being close to Andy, inside and under Andy, hands roaming over his body as they kiss, rocking in a gentle, synchronous rhythm. ]
[ Andy loves all kinds of sex, but this, slow, unhurried, might be his favorite. He can just be here and enjoy every touch and kiss and commit it to memory. ]
[ With neither of them in any rush, these intimate moments stretch out into a kind of timelessness, a warm, continuous space where it feels like nothing can intrude until they choose to bring it to an end. ]
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[ He kisses Ben's nose, smiling. ]
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[ He hums in quiet agreement, cuddling Andy close, fucking him in slow, fluid motions so they never have to stop kissing. ]
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But he does trail a hand down to squeeze Ben's ass. ]
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You have such a beautiful smile.
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[ He bends down to kiss him. ]
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Don't laugh! I'm trying to be sexy!
[ This is a lie, he was absolutely aiming for funny. ]
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[ He's not sorry, but he does roll his hips up, you know, to get things back on track? ]
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This is insane.
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[ His voice is a distracted murmur. Andy feels too good for him to fully concentrate on talking. ]
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I see.
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[ He does it again. ]
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Oh, Andy.
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[ He stays there and bends down to kiss him. ]
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