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Confessional
Title: Confessional
Author:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
lynnmonster
Pairing: Fraser/Kowalski
Rating: NC-17
Length: medium
Why I'm reccing this fic: Fraser and Kowalski fucking in a confession booth, and you need more reason to click? Well. Okay. This hits the inappropriate religion kink, as well as the sex in enclosed places kink, as well as the need to be quiet while fucking kink. Lynn BRINGS it.
Ray stilled for a split-second, then abandoned his grasp on Fraser's waist in favor of attacking his belt buckle. He worked the strap through the stubborn metal clasp. At the sound of leather slapping against leather, Ray shuddered against Fraser's mouth. As the belt finally eased free, Ray and Fraser stopped kissing. Their foreheads knocked together as they tried to look down simultaneously at the irrefutable evidence of progression into serious sexual territory.
"Ow," said Fraser.
"Uh," said Ray, absently rubbing the sore spot on his forehead. His hand dropped to waist-height and hovered there, then slowly extended toward the button of Fraser's jeans. "Can I?" he asked, belatedly.
Confessional
Author:
lynnmonsterPairing: Fraser/Kowalski
Rating: NC-17
Length: medium
Why I'm reccing this fic: Fraser and Kowalski fucking in a confession booth, and you need more reason to click? Well. Okay. This hits the inappropriate religion kink, as well as the sex in enclosed places kink, as well as the need to be quiet while fucking kink. Lynn BRINGS it.
Ray stilled for a split-second, then abandoned his grasp on Fraser's waist in favor of attacking his belt buckle. He worked the strap through the stubborn metal clasp. At the sound of leather slapping against leather, Ray shuddered against Fraser's mouth. As the belt finally eased free, Ray and Fraser stopped kissing. Their foreheads knocked together as they tried to look down simultaneously at the irrefutable evidence of progression into serious sexual territory.
"Ow," said Fraser.
"Uh," said Ray, absently rubbing the sore spot on his forehead. His hand dropped to waist-height and hovered there, then slowly extended toward the button of Fraser's jeans. "Can I?" he asked, belatedly.
Confessional
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