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My first prompt for [livejournal.com profile] ds_shakespeare. Here, have some (slightly early) weekend porn.

Title: Bang Bang Kiss
Characters: Fraser/Kowalski
Rating: NC-17. Very.
Wordcount:
Quote: Being your slave, what should I do but tend
Upon the hours and times of your desire?
Summary: “Ray started undoing the button on his fly, because there are worse things in this life than jerking off to the sight of Benton Fraser fucking himself on a dildo at the end of your bed.”
Notes: Thank you so much to [livejournal.com profile] tealc_spoo for a truly fabulous beta. She pointed out a few physical impossibilities and is slowly weaning me off my love affair with commas. Any remaining mistakes are mine.
Warnings: Very mild BDSM, dildos, and generalized kink.

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Ray hunched lower over his desk, and tried to concentrate on his statement for the Contadino file. Fraser, the smug bastard, had written his hours ago, and now he was over on the other side of the bullpen having some freakish Fraser-type conversation with the desk sergeant about how many different ways there were to baste a turkey.

Except that it was clear to Ray that Fraser wasn’t listening to a word Sergeant Hayes was saying. She kept leaning forward to touch his arm, look into his eyes, smile at him. But Fraser’s own eyes slid back every few minutes to Ray’s desk, an open, hungry expression in them. An expression he probably shouldn’t be wearing in a room full of cops.

Ray slid his eyes back to the report, trying not to feel the waves of Fraser’s concentration. He was slowly getting hard in his slacks just from this hyper-awareness of Fraser’s presence in the goddamn room. He shifted uncomfortably against the hard wood of the chair to try and get some more room in his pants. When he looked up again, Fraser and the sergeant had been joined by Karen from Vice. Judging from the tinkling laughter that carried across the room, turkey basting must be a hell of a lot more fun than Ray thought. And there were Fraser’s eyes on him again.

See, Ray could read Fraser’s tells now. After three months of living together, the guy wasn’t beating him at poker quite so often. Ninety per cent of the time, when he stared at Ray like that, they weren’t even going to make it to the bedroom - it’d be the sofa, or the kitchen table. Even once, God help him, in the GTO. Parked in the darkest alley Ray could find and praying all the time that a blue-and-white didn’t spot them. Yeah, officer, we were staking out this bit of totally blank wall. Really.

The next time Ray looked up, Frannie’s Fra-dar had kicked in and she had shoved her way in front of Karen to join the discussion. Christ, she was on the verge of being arrested for indecency in that top, shoving her tits in Fraser’s face, resting a hand on his shoulder. Karen counteracted this by fiddling with Fraser’s lanyard, and of course Fraser was too paralysed by politeness to move away. Goddammit, couldn’t they keep their pawing hands to themselves?

Christ, Ray hated that. Fraser was his, and he ought to feel smug about that. He could sit back and watch Frannie flirt herself silly because he was the one who got to take Fraser home and peel him out of all that stupid hot wool. But it felt, watching them, more like they were taking his territory or something. They were allowed to hang all over Fraser while Ray, who spent every waking hour of his fucking life with Fraser, who slept next to him at night, couldn’t even hold his hand in public.

Ray was starting to feel this weird need to take his territory back.
Besides, Fraser was throwing him these little sideways looks, like it was Ray’s responsibility to rescue him from all the evil women of the precinct. He had to help him, right?

“Frase!” Ray dumped the papers and slid over to where Frannie had Fraser pinned against the wall, grabbed his arm. “My source just ratted on Gorka. He’s going down. C’mon, we gotta get over there.”

Fraser let himself be dragged across the bullpen and halfway down the corridor before Ray let go. “I wasn’t aware we were investigating anyone called Gorka.”

“We’re not, buddy, I just figured you’d appreciate an excuse to get out.”

“Ah.” Fraser’s expression was blank - they were still at work, after all - but Ray could hear the smile in his voice, and that was enough.

“So.” They stepped outside and Ray went to lean against the Goat, face tilted up to the afternoon sunshine. “We can’t go back to the bullpen. We’ve got no leads to follow up.”

Fraser gave him a real smile this time. “We could finish the paperwork on the Contadino case.”

“No can do. I, uh, I left it on my desk.” Ray didn’t even bother to try and sound regretful.

“Ah. Well then.” Fraser’s smile was almost a smirk. “We shall have to find some other way to occupy the reminder of the afternoon.”

Ray glanced at his watch. Three-thirty. Plenty late enough to be knocking off. “Home?”

“Certainly, Ray.” Fraser settled himself in the passenger seat, hat hanging loosely between his fingers. “Home.”



Fraser always had his latch key out of his hat and into the lock before Ray could even start sorting through his own packed keychain. These days he just let Fraser open the door for them. While Fraser took off his tunic and accoutre-thingies and hung it up, Ray wandered over to the air-conditioner and cranked it up to full blast. Fraser disappeared into the kitchen and at the sound of the tap running Ray followed him, taking the glass of water that Fraser silently handed over.

Fraser drained his glass in one go but Ray held back, drinking unhurriedly, watching the movement of Fraser’s throat as he swallowed. When Fraser had finished he turned back to Ray, clearly impatient, but Ray only slowed down. Taking leisurely sips as he looked up at Fraser over the rim. Finally, when he thought he’d made Fraser wait enough, Ray put down the glass and turned towards him.

Fraser let himself be pushed up against the fridge and shoved his tongue into Ray’s mouth. Ray sank into the kiss for a couple of minutes, letting Fraser explore the corners of his mouth and stroke along the inside of his lips, before he gently pushed him off and shook his head to clear it. He needed to be in control.

“Bedroom.”

It was gratifying to see Fraser respond without question. He simply let go of Ray and started walking in the direction of the bedroom, unclipping his suspenders as he went. Ray took a deep breath for good measure, shook himself, and dumped the glasses in the sink before following Fraser. He walked through the door just as Fraser finished stripping, which meant he got a great view of that tight ass sliding out of his boxers.

“Nice.”

Ray winked at Fraser as he straightened up, blushing faintly. God, the man had no idea how beautiful he was. He toed off his shoes and then, still dressed in jeans and a t-shirt, went over to the closet and reached for the supplies they kept on the top shelf. When Fraser saw him take out the leather bonds and lube he moved to settle on the pillows, wrists against the headboard, but Ray shook his head.

“Kneel at the foot of the bed, Ben.”

With a puzzled look Fraser knelt on the floor facing the end of the bed. Ray reached around to tie his left wrist to the bed post and winked at him.

“And say your prayers.”

He reached for Fraser’s right wrist, but instead of tying him up he bent down to nip at the sensitive skin before running his tongue soothingly along it. The expression of bliss on Fraser’s face sent sparks shooting through him. They’d only done this a few times, but every time it brought home to Ray why he’d never liked casual sex. How many first dates let you do this?

When he was finished, Ray had to reach down and adjust himself at the sight of Fraser spread out at the foot of the bed, creamy skin flushed pink in the warmth. His head was tipped forward, forehead resting on the end of the covers, so that Ray could see the tender curve of his neck. He positioned himself behind Fraser, and reached out to stroke along his shoulders and down his back. Fraser sucked in a sharp breath.

“So, Ben.” Ray asked conversationally. “You don’t want to fuck Frannie?”

“No, Ray.”

“You sure?” Ray let his hands stray a little lower, fingertips circling around Fraser’s waist, trailing along the outside of his thigh. “She’d be good, don’t you think? Soft. Wet. Smell nice. She’d do anything you want.”

“N-no, Ray.”

“Cos, uh, you were getting pretty cosy with her, earlier.”

“Ray.” Fraser’s voice sounded strained. “I have no interest in Frannie.”

“Then what do you want, Benton?”

Ray’s snaked his hand around to grasp Fraser’s cock so that his next words came out in a whimper.

“You, Ray.”

He pulled the hand away. Wrong answer. Ray watched Fraser valiantly try and reorganise the floating pieces of his mind to work out what he wanted to hear.

“You’ve already got me.” Fraser shivered as Ray tickled the back of his neck. “Try again. See if you can be more, uh, specific.”

“I want you to make love to me.”

“Better. Much better. Keep going.”

They had played this game before. Ray waited for Fraser to work it out.

“I want you to fuck me, Ray.”

Ray let himself smile at that. By the time he’d finished, Fraser was going to be begging, but right now asking would do. “Now?” he murmured and brought his hands down to cup the curves of Fraser’s ass. His fingers explored further, one hand coming down to fondle Fraser’s balls while the other slid into the cleft of his ass, and got a satisfying groan as Fraser pushed back into his touch.

“You want me to touch you here?”

Ray reached for the lube he’d dumped on the floor earlier and squeezed a little out onto the ends of his fingers. He touched the tip of his index finger to Fraser’s hole, massaged gently, feeling the ring of muscle bloom under his touch. A little more lube, and he pushed in the tip of one finger.

“You want me to fuck you with my fingers?”

Yes, Ray.”

Man, Fraser was already open to him, just with this simple caress. Ray slid his finger in a little further, wiggled it around a little, causing Fraser’s hips to buck up towards the bed. The sound he made and the feel of his hot, bare skin rubbing against Ray’s denim-clad thighs forced Ray to reach down and adjust himself again, trying to relieve some of the pressure against his fly. Not yet. Not until Fraser belonged to him again.

“One finger, Ben? Or do you want more?”

“God, Ray, please…”

Ray drizzled even more lube on his hand for good measure. He reached into Ben’s body with two fingers, and this time the length and width was enough for him to reach Fraser’s prostate. Fraser gasped, head thrown back, rolling his hips against Ray’s fingers. Ray leaned over to kiss his neck, his shoulder, trying to calm him down a little, not wanting it to end too soon.

“Just my fingers, Ben? Is that all you want?”

“Your cock. Oh God, Ray, I need to feel you inside me!”

And wasn’t that a turn-on, that he had just gotten Benton Fraser, RCMP, to the point where he was so totally out of it he was swearing. Still, he wanted to see Fraser lose it completely, and he wouldn’t be able to watch properly if he was coming his brains out in Fraser’s ass. He had something to prove.

“Bit late, buddy. You should have been more, uh, specific, earlier.” Ray eased his fingers out of Fraser, eliciting a whimper of loss, and stood, walking over to the bedside table. He knew they’d left the dildo in there from last weekend, knew that Fraser’s eyes were fixed on him as he pulled it out along with a packet of condoms. He tore off a condom and opened the packet, dropped the rest on the bed, and then walked over to Fraser. He was careful to hang around at the foot of the bed where Fraser could see him smoothing the condom on with slow and luxuriant movements. He reached for the lube.

Fraser was panting now, mouth slightly open, eyes wide and pupils dilated as he watched Ray’s hand stroke ever so slowly up and down the toy, smoothing on the slick. Ray waited until he’d gotten an eyeful before settling back behind him, his chest pressed close against Fraser’s warm back. Ray bent his head towards Fraser’s and just breathed on the back of his neck, smelling sweat and pre-come, feeling Fraser’s damp skin through his t-shirt.

“You still want it?”

“God, yes.”

Not much room for doubt there. Ray slid the toy down between Fraser’s cheeks and let it rest between them, pushing gently at the opening. Fraser groaned and pushed back, but Ray moved so that he couldn’t get the leverage he needed. He couldn’t resist teasing a little more.

“You sure?”

Ray.”

He slid the toy in further, careful for any sign of resistance, but Fraser just tipped back his hips and opened up and moaned into the sheets as Ray pushed upwards until it was all the way in. He held still for a moment, giving Fraser time to get used to it, but as soon as he heard Fraser’s breathing even out Ray moved, getting a firmer grip on the square lip at the base and stroking softly over Fraser’s prostate again and again.

“Please Ray…I need…you have to…fuck…”

Ray was so turned on he could barely think straight. He wiggled the dildo a little more, trying to get some more of those gasping curses out of Fraser, but instead Fraser pulled away from Ray’s hand, and used the carpet as leverage to sink all the way down on it with an obscene whimper. Then he started rocking his hips.

Ray reached for the button on his fly, because there are worse things in this life than jerking off to the sight of Benton Fraser fucking himself on a dildo at the end of your bed. Until Fraser opened his eyes and managed to gasp out;

“Ray…I want…need…to taste…”

For a minute Ray’s brain didn’t get it, but his body did, and he was up off his knees and stripping out of his jeans before his mind had a chance to catch up. He managed to kick his shoes off and get his jeans and briefs over his feet, and then he was clambering, dressed in only a t-shirt and socks, to perch in front of Fraser at the end of the bed. He reached out to sink his fingers in to Fraser’s hair, trying his hardest not to yank him in, but Fraser just tipped his head forward and swallowed Ray’s cock, making him yelp and buck up into the heat of Fraser’s mouth.

Fraser was moaning like a porn star, every sound sending vibrations up Ray’s cock. And wow, Ray knew Fraser was good at multitasking, but somehow he had never realised that would translate into Fraser sliding his lips up and down Ray’s cock to the same rhythm as he was fucking himself on the dildo at Ray’s feet. Fraser ran his tongue over the head of Ray’s cock and moaned again, deep in his throat, and that was it, done, finished, over, Ray felt the sparks shooting up his spine and he shut his eyes and came long and hard in the warm haven of Fraser’s mouth. He flopped back on the bed, dimly aware of Fraser gasping and whimpering as Ray carded his hands through Fraser’s hair, and then everything went quiet.

Ray was very, very tempted to go to sleep, but he couldn’t really leave Fraser tied to the bed like that. With a sigh he pulled himself into a sitting position and leant to untie the knots around Fraser’s wrists, rubbing gently to get the circulation going again. Fraser smiled gratefully at him and reached down to remove the dildo. He left it, mess and all, lying at the foot of the bed while he climbed under the covers with Ray. He let Ray arrange him on his side, both of them facing, Fraser’s head pillowed on Ray’s arm.

Ray pulled him Fraser closer and gave him the sweet, hot kisses they hadn’t had time for earlier, tongue softly tracing the inside of Fraser’s lips, until Fraser’s body sank against Ray’s in liquid pleasure and he let Ray take what he wanted. Promise what he wanted.

“Thank you.” Fraser said when he pulled back. Which might have sounded weird to anyone else, but Ray knew what he meant. Thank you for rescuing me from that bunch of grabby women. Thank you for taking charge once in a while. Thank you for treating me as an equal.

“’S ok.” Ray smiled and settled back on the pillow. “Just don’t forget; you belong to me.”

“Yes.” Ray allowed himself to be nuzzled softly, and then Fraser spoke again. “I don’t encourage them, you know. The women. I don’t…I mean…I want you…”

Ray raised a finger to Fraser’s lips.

“I know, Ben. Sometimes it’s just nice to hear the words.”

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Date: 2007-06-08 02:34 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] tealc-spoo.livejournal.com
Oh the ending was perfect! I love the way you wrapped it up! But then it's not hard to love this, because it's exactly what i like to see in my ray and fraser. I just love it when Ray takes control.

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Date: 2007-06-08 04:56 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] kill-claudio.livejournal.com
I'm relieved you liked the ending. Thank you so much for all your comments re: the opening and end, it really helped me work out what went wrong. *showers you with glitter*

And yeah, doesn't EVERYBODY love it when Ray takes control?

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Date: 2007-06-08 03:09 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] j-s-cavalcante.livejournal.com
Whew, scorching hot!

Loved this especially:
it was Ray’s responsibility to rescue him from all the evil women of the precinct.

Hee! You bet it is!

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Date: 2007-06-08 04:57 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] kill-claudio.livejournal.com
Well of course it is! At least Ray gets to be Fraser's knight in shining armour. I'm so glad you liked it.

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Date: 2007-06-08 04:25 am (UTC)
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From: [identity profile] keerawa.livejournal.com
So ... guh. *gets a nice cold drink* *comes back, more coherent*

But it felt, watching them, more like they were taking his territory or something. They were allowed to hang all over Fraser while Ray, who spent every waking hour of his fucking life with Fraser, who slept next to him at night, couldn’t even hold his hand in public.
Grrr. But, you know, if Ray always responds that way to women getting grabby, he might just train Fraser to get himself grabbed.

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Date: 2007-06-08 04:58 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] kill-claudio.livejournal.com
Heh! I'm sure Fraser isn't above a little manipulation to get the reaction he wants out of Ray. And incoherence is always good.

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Date: 2007-06-08 06:42 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] lipstickcat.livejournal.com
Mmmmmmm, that's how every morning should start! Such a hot image!

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Date: 2007-06-08 04:59 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] kill-claudio.livejournal.com
Every day should start with porn. And end with porn. And have porn in between. *nods*

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Date: 2007-06-08 11:54 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] bertybertle.livejournal.com
I LOVE your Ray. Very nice indeed, KC! *applause*

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Date: 2007-06-08 05:00 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] kill-claudio.livejournal.com
Hey, you! ::tacklehugs you:: How are you? Paper all finished? Are you done now for the summer?

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Date: 2007-06-08 07:26 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] bertybertle.livejournal.com
Paper due in on Monday - am hitting Mac with my head as we speak trying to stick tables and images in the right places! *This* close to done, matey! *Does a happy little archaeologist dance*

Your pretty fic is proving to be very nicely distracting! :-)

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Date: 2007-06-09 12:37 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] kill-claudio.livejournal.com
Mwahahahaha! *distracts you with shiny porn*

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Date: 2007-06-08 05:16 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] nos4a2no9.livejournal.com
This was very sexy stuff! Loved in-charge Ray (possibly the only thing hotter than an in-charge Fraser) and man, the dildo was...inspired. Great story!

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Date: 2007-06-08 06:02 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] kill-claudio.livejournal.com
Thank you! I'm so happy you liked it. Ray doesn't get to be in charge nearly often enough in my opinion.

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Date: 2007-06-08 06:57 pm (UTC)
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From: [identity profile] akite.livejournal.com
*thunk* *picks self up off the floor* Whoa! Hot!

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Date: 2007-06-09 12:38 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] kill-claudio.livejournal.com
I got the stick people icon! Yay! I am honored. I love that icon.

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Date: 2007-06-09 05:23 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] buzzylittleb.livejournal.com
Guh. This is hot and loving and the ending is so perfect. *grin*

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Date: 2007-06-12 12:15 pm (UTC)

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Date: 2007-06-10 03:49 am (UTC)
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From: [identity profile] sam80853.livejournal.com
O M G !!!

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Date: 2007-06-12 12:16 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] kill-claudio.livejournal.com
Thanks! And Christ, I LOVE your icon. It's not often we see even that much of Fraser's skin, and mmmm....

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Date: 2007-06-10 03:36 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] leafy22.livejournal.com
*Phew!*
Ray was starting to feel this weird need to take his territory back - but the way he interprets Fraser's thanks at the end as Thank you for taking charge once in a while. Thank you for treating me as an equal makes this story really sweet as well as really hot!

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Date: 2007-06-12 12:17 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] kill-claudio.livejournal.com
Thanks! I can't write them without at least a little bit of schmoop creeping in. They're just too cute! Or as [livejournal.com profile] omphale23 said, porn with extra emotional content; that's how you can tell it was written by a woman.

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Date: 2007-06-11 12:20 pm (UTC)
luzula: a Luzula pilosa, or hairy wood-rush (Default)
From: [personal profile] luzula
Mmm, I like Ray's reaction when Fraser's being flirted with. I notice that Fraser didn't chide him for lying.

And the sex was hot, but I didn't understand the mechanics of it at one point.

Fraser sliding his lips up and down Ray’s cock to the same rhythm as he was fucking himself on the dildo at Ray’s feet

How can he do this if noone is holding on to the other end of the dildo? Maybe I'm just stupid here, if so, feel free to tell me so. And I hope you don't mind me asking. : )

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Date: 2007-06-12 12:14 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] kill-claudio.livejournal.com
I did some, ah, 'research' for this story, and found this (http://www.prowlerdirect.co.uk/default-mainmenu-2-mptid-7-ptid-189.htm), this (http://www.clonezonedirect.co.uk/czd5/dildo08big.html) and this (http://www.toogay.co.uk/Dildos-&-Dongs/Spinel-Glass-Dildo.asp) (NSFW). So I think it's technically possible (if I'm using the word 'dildo' in a loose sense) and God knows Fraser is capable of almost anything. But I confess that I'm expecting quite a bit of suspension-of-disbelief from the reader. I suppose I was hoping everyone would be distracted by the shiny porn?

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Date: 2007-06-12 01:15 pm (UTC)
luzula: a Luzula pilosa, or hairy wood-rush (Default)
From: [personal profile] luzula
Ah. Clearly I am not well versed in the ways of sex toys.

Yeah, I usually am easily distracted by shiny porn. Just, sometimes, you get hung up on something and want to know how that works. : )

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Date: 2007-06-13 06:22 pm (UTC)
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From: [identity profile] ignazwisdom.livejournal.com
*is dead -- officially and totally dead* VERY HOT.

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Date: 2007-06-13 06:40 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] kill-claudio.livejournal.com
Oh no! *desperately revives you*

*is flattered*

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Date: 2007-06-29 01:58 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] chesamus.livejournal.com
Ray reached for the button on his fly, because there are worse things in this life than jerking off to the sight of Benton Fraser fucking himself on a dildo at the end of your bed...

That line is one of the most brilliant things I've ever read. I mean that is one hell of a word picture, you know?

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Date: 2007-08-05 06:17 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] callumvixen.livejournal.com
i am in awe of you... utterly perfect. *ded*