[Ray could watch this forever. Seeing his partner fall apart underneath him with only the aid of his mouth. Fraser was gasping and whimpering and curling underneath his hands and his lips, and he realises right there that it's going to be so difficult to ever look at the Mountie without picturing that pleading gaze and hearing those sobbing moans. Working would be a virtual impossibility at this rate until they found some sort of grounding, but right now he couldn't give a shit about that. Not when he's got all this time to unwrap and play with this partner of his that he'd never even known before right now. Sure, they were partners in work, but how can he truly say he knew Fraser until he'd learned every last expanse of skin, every scar, every pressure and pleasure point?
Another hard suck has his cheeks hallowing out for a few drawn out seconds, the whole flat of his tongue curling around the inches in his mouth and slowly dragging upwards to curl lazily around the tip. His eyes stay locked on Fraser's throughout, and when he does pause, it's only long enough to voice a few roughly spoken words.]
Grab my hair.
[A request more than an order, because his communication skills are apparently better when he's in bed than they ever are in the field. And then he's right back to licking, not even hiding his smugness as his tongue laps all the way to the base and then drags back up, lathering the whole arousal before he's back to wrapping his lips around and taking in what he can.
One hand slowly creeps it's way around, fingers feathering across the skin of Fraser's inner thigh and against that sensitive sac, palm rolling downwards just enough to be felt.]
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Another hard suck has his cheeks hallowing out for a few drawn out seconds, the whole flat of his tongue curling around the inches in his mouth and slowly dragging upwards to curl lazily around the tip. His eyes stay locked on Fraser's throughout, and when he does pause, it's only long enough to voice a few roughly spoken words.]
Grab my hair.
[A request more than an order, because his communication skills are apparently better when he's in bed than they ever are in the field. And then he's right back to licking, not even hiding his smugness as his tongue laps all the way to the base and then drags back up, lathering the whole arousal before he's back to wrapping his lips around and taking in what he can.
One hand slowly creeps it's way around, fingers feathering across the skin of Fraser's inner thigh and against that sensitive sac, palm rolling downwards just enough to be felt.]