Ripley's back arched slightly, his other hand now on the couch too, short, raggedly-breathy sounds coming from between his lips and fuck, Graham's hand- The slight roughness of callouses coupled with the slow strokes is maddening. He nearly finds the words to rise to that comment but they get lost in a low moan and his head falling forward.
Then Graham's fingers brush over another sensitive spot on his chest and that was definitely a whine in the back of his throat. Damn. He was going to be embarrassed about that later if he remembered how to be.
"Graham." The word comes out more like a please than a name, and he spreads his hands out on the couch until his body is arched over the other man's, his hips rocking against the stroked of the hand on his cock. He wets his lips again, and locks eyes with Graham's deep, dark ones.
He had never really allowed himself to consider this happening as a possibility, before. Graham wasn't into guys. Ripley was never sure he was either, but it was pretty obvious he was well into Graham, at least.
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Date: 2012-10-11 02:44 pm (UTC)Then Graham's fingers brush over another sensitive spot on his chest and that was definitely a whine in the back of his throat. Damn. He was going to be embarrassed about that later if he remembered how to be.
"Graham." The word comes out more like a please than a name, and he spreads his hands out on the couch until his body is arched over the other man's, his hips rocking against the stroked of the hand on his cock. He wets his lips again, and locks eyes with Graham's deep, dark ones.
He had never really allowed himself to consider this happening as a possibility, before. Graham wasn't into guys. Ripley was never sure he was either, but it was pretty obvious he was well into Graham, at least.