[So maybe he could get the hang of this for Fraser's sake. It was something he'd be willing to learn for the enjoyment of his partner, and damn did his partner appear to be enjoying himself. Just Ray being there appeared to be enough for Fraser, providing that warm, wet mouth for him to arch and whine against. The encouragement was perfect, enough to make Ray realise he really couldn't fuck this up many ways and that if he just kept doing that, Benton would forever be keening happily underneath him.
It was the noises that he loved, the whines and cries and moans and everything inbetween that made Fraser so exceptionally irresistible and impossible to refuse. Ray had never done this for a man. Never intended to. But when it came to Fraser he'd do anything If Fraser was all for it, then Kowalski was a hundred percent with him, all the way. And God, wasn't that an exciting thought? Knowing they still had so much more to try and explore.
Trouble is, Ray's never been very good at being decisive with some of these things, and when he's given the warning tug at his hair and can feel Benton squirm beneath, he's suddenly stuck between several options that are impossible to pick with such limited time given. He could try and stop it, sure, he knows enough to go in for that, but that would be a fairly literal dick move and may be best reserved for when he's next whipping the crap out of his friend, when he's trying for the control role. His other options are pretty obvious; pull away or ride it out. Fraser took his. He took every last bit of it. Maybe it's only fair...
The time he'd taken to think had been enough for Fraser to reach that edge, and Ray was right there with him, holding his hand through the whole damn thing. As Fraser falls, Ray rides it, pulling back just enough to avoid that orgasm hitting his throat, instead letting it spill onto his curled tongue and desperately trying to ignore any reservations his mind might be having. His hand cups against those balls, palming and rolling and aiding along with every lazy suck he does, helping to drag it out for his partner.
It's only once he's certain that last wave has been ridden out that he moves, withdrawing with a careful swallow as he shifts his weight upwards, knees dragging to place either side of Fraser's hips while he sits back on the Mountie, staring downwards as his tongue flicks thoughtfully across his own bottom lip. That was... different. Good. But different. And Fraser certainly looks like a dream, laying under him all ruffled and gasping and sexy as sin. Worth it.]
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It was the noises that he loved, the whines and cries and moans and everything inbetween that made Fraser so exceptionally irresistible and impossible to refuse. Ray had never done this for a man. Never intended to. But when it came to Fraser he'd do anything If Fraser was all for it, then Kowalski was a hundred percent with him, all the way. And God, wasn't that an exciting thought? Knowing they still had so much more to try and explore.
Trouble is, Ray's never been very good at being decisive with some of these things, and when he's given the warning tug at his hair and can feel Benton squirm beneath, he's suddenly stuck between several options that are impossible to pick with such limited time given. He could try and stop it, sure, he knows enough to go in for that, but that would be a fairly literal dick move and may be best reserved for when he's next whipping the crap out of his friend, when he's trying for the control role. His other options are pretty obvious; pull away or ride it out. Fraser took his. He took every last bit of it. Maybe it's only fair...
The time he'd taken to think had been enough for Fraser to reach that edge, and Ray was right there with him, holding his hand through the whole damn thing. As Fraser falls, Ray rides it, pulling back just enough to avoid that orgasm hitting his throat, instead letting it spill onto his curled tongue and desperately trying to ignore any reservations his mind might be having. His hand cups against those balls, palming and rolling and aiding along with every lazy suck he does, helping to drag it out for his partner.
It's only once he's certain that last wave has been ridden out that he moves, withdrawing with a careful swallow as he shifts his weight upwards, knees dragging to place either side of Fraser's hips while he sits back on the Mountie, staring downwards as his tongue flicks thoughtfully across his own bottom lip. That was... different. Good. But different. And Fraser certainly looks like a dream, laying under him all ruffled and gasping and sexy as sin. Worth it.]