The cuffs were lined, padded, and in fact quite comfortable. Fraser tugged at one and was pleased it held fast. Ray smiled at him, pushed the hair off Fraser's forehead, and Fraser tugged again, luxuriating in the cuffs perfectly snug around his wrists, perfectly stable around the sturdy headboard. He felt... safe. He felt peaceful.

Ray pressed a kiss to Fraser's sweat-damp temple and pulled back to smile at him again. His clever hands began wandering a gentle trail over Fraser's body, lingering in all the places Fraser loved best, in turns arousing and soothing. He followed his hands with his warm, wet mouth.

Fraser felt wonderfully indulged.