[The words seem to do the trick if that moan and jerk of hips is anything to go by, Ray holding up firm against the grind and supporting Fraser through the movement. He's just about to wonder out loud just how much the idea seems to appeal to the Mountie when the murmuring starts, lists of areas that all seem perfectly acceptable for sex in Ray's eyes. God, half of them sound thrilling just for the risk of being caught, and he imagines that's exactly why Fraser's listing them off. Now if only they can make it all happen, and preferably right now, Ray would be a happy man.
Ray's equally surprised they even managed to make it as far as the bed considering how damn good Fraser is when clinging on and arching into him like that. The hands in his hair are perfect and they're just as good at his shoulder, gripped tight with the blunt reminder of nails. It's only when he feels himself pitching forward onto Fraser and the bed that he's suddenly reminded that they'd just been standing there in the bedroom, rather than the actual bed. Well then. Now they'd made it as far as the bed, even if he had landed on his partner in the process.]
You're supposed to be the patient one, Fraser.
[He chides, but doesn't tease for long, spine curling into the scratch of nails and then using the upwards momentum to drive back down against Benton's hips. His hands had managed to slip free from his partner's back just before they landed, preventing an uncomfortable landing for both of them, now one wandered- the other supporting his weight- back towards that waistband, lingering only briefly before grabbing onto the bottom of his under shirt and tugging upwards. Fraser would have to help him out here, but he's sure the Mountie will be willing enough to squirm out of his clothing considering he's the one complaining about the slow process.]
I gotta take my time with these things, okay? Otherwise I uh... [He loses his train of thought for a moment as he distracts himself with leaning back in to kiss and nip against the exposed neck, slowly drifting lower with his lips as his hand does the same. He lingers briefly at each nipple, tweaking between thumb and forefinger before dancing his fingers across the breast bone and towards that flat stomach. Fraser's more built than Ray's used to on his own form, more mass and muscle and fat than Kowalski's ever been able to put on and keep on. He burns it too quick, perhaps from too much bouncing around.]
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Ray's equally surprised they even managed to make it as far as the bed considering how damn good Fraser is when clinging on and arching into him like that. The hands in his hair are perfect and they're just as good at his shoulder, gripped tight with the blunt reminder of nails. It's only when he feels himself pitching forward onto Fraser and the bed that he's suddenly reminded that they'd just been standing there in the bedroom, rather than the actual bed. Well then. Now they'd made it as far as the bed, even if he had landed on his partner in the process.]
You're supposed to be the patient one, Fraser.
[He chides, but doesn't tease for long, spine curling into the scratch of nails and then using the upwards momentum to drive back down against Benton's hips. His hands had managed to slip free from his partner's back just before they landed, preventing an uncomfortable landing for both of them, now one wandered- the other supporting his weight- back towards that waistband, lingering only briefly before grabbing onto the bottom of his under shirt and tugging upwards. Fraser would have to help him out here, but he's sure the Mountie will be willing enough to squirm out of his clothing considering he's the one complaining about the slow process.]
I gotta take my time with these things, okay? Otherwise I uh... [He loses his train of thought for a moment as he distracts himself with leaning back in to kiss and nip against the exposed neck, slowly drifting lower with his lips as his hand does the same. He lingers briefly at each nipple, tweaking between thumb and forefinger before dancing his fingers across the breast bone and towards that flat stomach. Fraser's more built than Ray's used to on his own form, more mass and muscle and fat than Kowalski's ever been able to put on and keep on. He burns it too quick, perhaps from too much bouncing around.]
I uh... I forget what I'm talkin' about...