[Despite last night, despite their time spent fumbling and groping and touching one another in God knows how many positions around that tiny office, it's only now that Ray feels like he can truly appreciate the body before him. Last night was rushed, desperate and made Ray feel like he had to do everything in case it never happened again, but this was slow, easy going. All the time in the world for him to peel back the layers and explore every inch of the Mountie. Ray isn't patient enough to have his touches linger too long, but his hands still trail curiously across Fraser's hips and thighs, feeling the warmth of flushed skin and the gasps he's causing.
But it's his mouth that does most of the work now. Now that he's set himself up with this task of exploring his partners arousal as up close and personal as one can be. He looks at each and every vein and sinew, considering what he enjoys, how he enjoys it and what he'd want from it. He thinks of how Stella used to do it, and of how Fraser managed it so skilfully last night, and just briefly he thinks fuck because he's not trained for this. This isn't something he's got any experience with at this end of a cock. But a tongue is a tongue and a warm mouth is still a warm mouth.
Fraser's already tensing and twisting under him and he guesses that's a pretty good sign, especially as fingers are twisting in his hair and his name is being gasped. Ray offers his support with both of his hands, shifting up to rest at Benton's hips and push his weight into the hold, giving him something to push against, while his thumbs circle in against the point of bone.]
I got ya. [He murmurs, vocalising that he's still there for Fraser if his hands weren't already enough. But his hands will have to do from now on if his mouth is going to be otherwise occupied. It feels like he's been pausing for far too long, but with a final prep in the form of a deep inhale and exhale, he ducks forward. His tongue curls back around first, followed seconds later by his lips, pursed around the tip before slowly shifting down inch by inch. He doesn't risk taking it too deep, already focused as he is on keeping his teeth away, his jaw slack and his tongue in contact, but as he settles on a comfortable depth, he can add more.
This isn't something he'd ever planned for. Not ever. But he does his best with what he knows. With his mouth embracing, his lips curl tighter, tongue pressing up and he sucks, heading bobbing just slightly with every suction he does, because fuck he always like it like that and he'd seen it done enough times by now. There's a mix though, the sucking mingled in with careful draw backs and head licks before taking Fraser in again, his tongue swirling, licking and curling when it can, and the occasional soft scrape of teeth might be on accident or it might just be Ray pushing his boundaries as much as he can. Because that's what he does.
When he's satisfied with what he's doing, he finally switches his gaze up, back to Fraser, watching him watching, and God it's hard not to feel just slightly self-conscious when you've got a Mountie staring down with a lust filled gaze like that.]
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But it's his mouth that does most of the work now. Now that he's set himself up with this task of exploring his partners arousal as up close and personal as one can be. He looks at each and every vein and sinew, considering what he enjoys, how he enjoys it and what he'd want from it. He thinks of how Stella used to do it, and of how Fraser managed it so skilfully last night, and just briefly he thinks fuck because he's not trained for this. This isn't something he's got any experience with at this end of a cock. But a tongue is a tongue and a warm mouth is still a warm mouth.
Fraser's already tensing and twisting under him and he guesses that's a pretty good sign, especially as fingers are twisting in his hair and his name is being gasped. Ray offers his support with both of his hands, shifting up to rest at Benton's hips and push his weight into the hold, giving him something to push against, while his thumbs circle in against the point of bone.]
I got ya. [He murmurs, vocalising that he's still there for Fraser if his hands weren't already enough. But his hands will have to do from now on if his mouth is going to be otherwise occupied. It feels like he's been pausing for far too long, but with a final prep in the form of a deep inhale and exhale, he ducks forward. His tongue curls back around first, followed seconds later by his lips, pursed around the tip before slowly shifting down inch by inch. He doesn't risk taking it too deep, already focused as he is on keeping his teeth away, his jaw slack and his tongue in contact, but as he settles on a comfortable depth, he can add more.
This isn't something he'd ever planned for. Not ever. But he does his best with what he knows. With his mouth embracing, his lips curl tighter, tongue pressing up and he sucks, heading bobbing just slightly with every suction he does, because fuck he always like it like that and he'd seen it done enough times by now. There's a mix though, the sucking mingled in with careful draw backs and head licks before taking Fraser in again, his tongue swirling, licking and curling when it can, and the occasional soft scrape of teeth might be on accident or it might just be Ray pushing his boundaries as much as he can. Because that's what he does.
When he's satisfied with what he's doing, he finally switches his gaze up, back to Fraser, watching him watching, and God it's hard not to feel just slightly self-conscious when you've got a Mountie staring down with a lust filled gaze like that.]