[There was something far too exciting about getting to strip down his partner.
He'd seen much of it before and never so much as batted an eyelid at it, far more concerned with Fraser licking random objects than he ever was of the Mountie dropping his breeches. They were partners, after all, it was normal for them to do things like that when comfortable around one another. And they were definitely comfortable around one another, especially now, as the stay closely wrapped together and steadily undressing like each piece of clothing is a new layer of wrapping with some sort of gift inside. So many gifts to go around.
By the time the tunic is off, Fraser's already returning the favour with some exploration of his own, Ray settling his hands around the Mountie's waist while those wandering hands skitter across his skin curiously. He watches intently at the sight of it all, breath huffing out lightly as fingers tickle against his ribs and drift upwards, only broken as the move is made to tug the t-shirt off. Ray lifts his arms in unison with the pull upwards, letting it slip over his head and ruffle the already un-styled hair- he really had to remember to get some sort of product in that before they got back tot he station. Once that final layer of upper clothing is gone, Benton does a good job of getting straight back into it, teasing against a sensitive nipple and causing Ray to gasp softly with the stroke. It was still twinging from last night, the skin around it bruised in a perfect little circle after a certain someone decided to bite down on it.
While Fraser is at his neck and purring words against him, Ray's trying to return the favour with a nuzzle, slipping a hand under that shirt once again, this time at the Mountie's back to trail a lazy path up his spine, feeling against each disk. His other hand drops to those breeches, hooking a thumb into the waistband but remaining still, unwilling to unwrap that just yet.]
Y'think she'll know? [Another light huff as he feels that scrape of teeth, retaliating with his own scrape against Fraser's jawline.] Maybe we oughta do it on her desk too, just to be sure.
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He'd seen much of it before and never so much as batted an eyelid at it, far more concerned with Fraser licking random objects than he ever was of the Mountie dropping his breeches. They were partners, after all, it was normal for them to do things like that when comfortable around one another. And they were definitely comfortable around one another, especially now, as the stay closely wrapped together and steadily undressing like each piece of clothing is a new layer of wrapping with some sort of gift inside. So many gifts to go around.
By the time the tunic is off, Fraser's already returning the favour with some exploration of his own, Ray settling his hands around the Mountie's waist while those wandering hands skitter across his skin curiously. He watches intently at the sight of it all, breath huffing out lightly as fingers tickle against his ribs and drift upwards, only broken as the move is made to tug the t-shirt off. Ray lifts his arms in unison with the pull upwards, letting it slip over his head and ruffle the already un-styled hair- he really had to remember to get some sort of product in that before they got back tot he station. Once that final layer of upper clothing is gone, Benton does a good job of getting straight back into it, teasing against a sensitive nipple and causing Ray to gasp softly with the stroke. It was still twinging from last night, the skin around it bruised in a perfect little circle after a certain someone decided to bite down on it.
While Fraser is at his neck and purring words against him, Ray's trying to return the favour with a nuzzle, slipping a hand under that shirt once again, this time at the Mountie's back to trail a lazy path up his spine, feeling against each disk. His other hand drops to those breeches, hooking a thumb into the waistband but remaining still, unwilling to unwrap that just yet.]
Y'think she'll know? [Another light huff as he feels that scrape of teeth, retaliating with his own scrape against Fraser's jawline.] Maybe we oughta do it on her desk too, just to be sure.