[Self control isn't something Ray's so great at. He's doing his best not to pounce on Fraser the first chance he gets but it's a tough challenge. It's why he refuses to look at the Mountie, let alone make eye contact, purposefully keeping his hands and eyes busy rather than risk staring over at those wild, blue eyes of his friend, and Benton leaves him to it which is a good idea. He doesn't even question why the Mountie is sat, unmoving, but he's barely even paying attention to that anyway.
It's only after the first door is opened that he feels Fraser's approach, the keys swiped from his hand as his partner brushes past and further into the building. Even through fabric Ray felt the energy behind the contact, like electric arching between them, urging Ray to chase after and stay close. He jitters quietly behind Fraser as the locks are worked over, quietly muttering 'c'mon, c'mon' over and over and over again as if speaking is the only distraction he's got from all of this.
He's not sure which of them initiates the contact, but the second the door opens they're on top of each other, lips clashing heavily against lips and his arms looping around Fraser like he's worried he might leave. It's only once he's sure the door is closed that he shifts his weight, directing the Mountie up against the nearest wall to pin him there, tongue and teeth in the kiss like he's not sure where to start or where to end.
When he does finally pull away, it's only far enough to trace his lips against Fraser's cheek, jawline and towards his ear, gasping against it as his tongue lashes out against an earlobe.]
Fraser...
[He's not even sure what to say, but he wanted to hear that name from his own lips. To reassure himself that this was really happening. That Benton Fraser was really in his apartment and willingly wrapped against him.]
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It's only after the first door is opened that he feels Fraser's approach, the keys swiped from his hand as his partner brushes past and further into the building. Even through fabric Ray felt the energy behind the contact, like electric arching between them, urging Ray to chase after and stay close. He jitters quietly behind Fraser as the locks are worked over, quietly muttering 'c'mon, c'mon' over and over and over again as if speaking is the only distraction he's got from all of this.
He's not sure which of them initiates the contact, but the second the door opens they're on top of each other, lips clashing heavily against lips and his arms looping around Fraser like he's worried he might leave. It's only once he's sure the door is closed that he shifts his weight, directing the Mountie up against the nearest wall to pin him there, tongue and teeth in the kiss like he's not sure where to start or where to end.
When he does finally pull away, it's only far enough to trace his lips against Fraser's cheek, jawline and towards his ear, gasping against it as his tongue lashes out against an earlobe.]
Fraser...
[He's not even sure what to say, but he wanted to hear that name from his own lips. To reassure himself that this was really happening. That Benton Fraser was really in his apartment and willingly wrapped against him.]