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In the Darkness
Title: In the Darkeness
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aukestrel
Pairing: Fraser/Kowalski
Rating: NC-17
Length: 6200
Why I'm reccing this fic: God, priest!Fraser and jealous Ray of a questionable background and mob guys oh my! I love Ray corrupting Fraser like this and nnnngh. Note! Is kind of a WIP? The sex is smoking hot as is, but I have hope that she's got more of this brewing in that mind of hers.
I close my eyes, regaining my breath and my composure; when I open them again Ray is staring at me, eyes wide and angry. “What was that? What was that, Fraser?”
“What was what –” I begin, bewildered, but he stops me not with a hand over my mouth but his lips on mine.
“That,” he says, when I pull free, trying to formulate a protest, “and that,” and his hands are pulling me close against him; but unlike “Sal” he’s not at all garlicky or fat but lean and solid and smelling of clean sweat and an indefinable spice. “The – the groping and the kissing and – and you’re a priest, Fraser! And if you are gonna go for that, why him? Don Corleone gets you hot? Or you in it for the money, like all the rest of ‘em? You got nothing to say to a good honest Polack with no money and no prospects?”
I start to tell him I have no idea what he’s talking about but his eyes are blazing in the dimness of the sanctuary and his hands are strong and… knowing; and I’ve never been kissed before, never even been touched before, not like this. He seems to know every part of me, to know how and where to touch me, even why; and shock can be the only explanation for my compliance – shock and disbelief. And when he sinks to his knees, unfastening my cassock, pushing my under-cassock up and aside and my boxers down, muttering fiercely about men in dresses, I must be frozen out of time or perhaps temporarily possessed: that can be the only explanation for my failure to protest, a “no” wrung from my throat at that last moment before his lips touch my penis, rising hard between us.
In the Darkness
Author:
aukestrelPairing: Fraser/Kowalski
Rating: NC-17
Length: 6200
Why I'm reccing this fic: God, priest!Fraser and jealous Ray of a questionable background and mob guys oh my! I love Ray corrupting Fraser like this and nnnngh. Note! Is kind of a WIP? The sex is smoking hot as is, but I have hope that she's got more of this brewing in that mind of hers.
I close my eyes, regaining my breath and my composure; when I open them again Ray is staring at me, eyes wide and angry. “What was that? What was that, Fraser?”
“What was what –” I begin, bewildered, but he stops me not with a hand over my mouth but his lips on mine.
“That,” he says, when I pull free, trying to formulate a protest, “and that,” and his hands are pulling me close against him; but unlike “Sal” he’s not at all garlicky or fat but lean and solid and smelling of clean sweat and an indefinable spice. “The – the groping and the kissing and – and you’re a priest, Fraser! And if you are gonna go for that, why him? Don Corleone gets you hot? Or you in it for the money, like all the rest of ‘em? You got nothing to say to a good honest Polack with no money and no prospects?”
I start to tell him I have no idea what he’s talking about but his eyes are blazing in the dimness of the sanctuary and his hands are strong and… knowing; and I’ve never been kissed before, never even been touched before, not like this. He seems to know every part of me, to know how and where to touch me, even why; and shock can be the only explanation for my compliance – shock and disbelief. And when he sinks to his knees, unfastening my cassock, pushing my under-cassock up and aside and my boxers down, muttering fiercely about men in dresses, I must be frozen out of time or perhaps temporarily possessed: that can be the only explanation for my failure to protest, a “no” wrung from my throat at that last moment before his lips touch my penis, rising hard between us.
In the Darkness
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I probably should have, oh, I don't know, mentioned that it was a WIP in the post, but, uh, I'd just woken up.