[ 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 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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Don't— assess my health via cum! Ben!
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You're the one who brought up orthodontics.
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[ He's grinning shamelessly. ]
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[ He pulls out and flops next to Andy, eyes still glittering with amusement. ]
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[ He rolls on his side to look at him. ]
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...
And I haven't made you come once.
[ That's not very fair :( ]
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