[ 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. ]
[ Instead of reaching to touch Andy's cock, Fraser just cants his hips so that he knows he's bucking up into Andy's prostate with every movement, and speeds up. ]
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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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He moans with every thrust, and it's not long before he's coming hard, even without touching himself at all. ]
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[ He's enthralled. ]
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1/2
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Don't— assess my health via cum! Ben!
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