[Not thinking might just be the best course of action with this, Ray considers in the fog of his slightly alcohol induced mind. Thinking is the exact thing that's causing him to lock up a little too much. Over thinking will risk him turning tail and running from far too many 'what-if's, like what if Fraser's just really drunk and you're totally taking advantage of him, or what if this is a huge mistake and you're making out with a dude as some sort of bizarre 'fuck you' to Stella, or...
Yeah, over thinking is something that needs to stop.
Thankfully, as Ray slipped his tongue forward, he apparently hit some sort of Mountie switch, because he feels the move beneath his tongue, against his body, even in the air. Fraser goes from naught to make out in a matter of seconds, and what was an awkward pre-pubescent first kiss suddenly turns into making out behind the bleachers with your biggest crush.
This change brought no chance for Ray to think, beyond the instinctual shifts against the onslaught. He leans into the body pressing against him, keeping close contact and avoiding getting crushed against the wall, the weight of Fraser overwhelming, even with the support of a hand. But it's the kiss he has to worry about more, his lips taking more abuse than he'd accounted for and his tongue suddenly dragged inside Fraser's mouth before he knows how to react. It's like drowning all over again, the breath being dragged out of him and leaving him desperately trying to inhale through his nose in stuttered breaths like he's forgotten how to breathe.
Fraser was all over him, needy and wild and not at all like his Mountie self. Ray supposes it's a good job Benton's out of uniform, because he's certainly acting like he is.
With one hand pinned, Ray's only got one to work with, and while usually he might consider reaching up for an encouraging boob squeeze, he's soon reminded that it's rather more difficult to manage when his fingers are curling into fabric around a flat chest. Instead he drops his grip and slides around for an ass squeeze instead, gripping a generous handful that also aid in keeping their hips in nice and tight and giving him at least some control over the movements of the apparently rabid Mountie.
It's probably best that Ray can't speak right now, still struggling for oxygen as it is, but he does manage a soft grunt of what might just be approval as his own tongue corkscrews against Benton's.]
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Yeah, over thinking is something that needs to stop.
Thankfully, as Ray slipped his tongue forward, he apparently hit some sort of Mountie switch, because he feels the move beneath his tongue, against his body, even in the air. Fraser goes from naught to make out in a matter of seconds, and what was an awkward pre-pubescent first kiss suddenly turns into making out behind the bleachers with your biggest crush.
This change brought no chance for Ray to think, beyond the instinctual shifts against the onslaught. He leans into the body pressing against him, keeping close contact and avoiding getting crushed against the wall, the weight of Fraser overwhelming, even with the support of a hand. But it's the kiss he has to worry about more, his lips taking more abuse than he'd accounted for and his tongue suddenly dragged inside Fraser's mouth before he knows how to react. It's like drowning all over again, the breath being dragged out of him and leaving him desperately trying to inhale through his nose in stuttered breaths like he's forgotten how to breathe.
Fraser was all over him, needy and wild and not at all like his Mountie self. Ray supposes it's a good job Benton's out of uniform, because he's certainly acting like he is.
With one hand pinned, Ray's only got one to work with, and while usually he might consider reaching up for an encouraging boob squeeze, he's soon reminded that it's rather more difficult to manage when his fingers are curling into fabric around a flat chest. Instead he drops his grip and slides around for an ass squeeze instead, gripping a generous handful that also aid in keeping their hips in nice and tight and giving him at least some control over the movements of the apparently rabid Mountie.
It's probably best that Ray can't speak right now, still struggling for oxygen as it is, but he does manage a soft grunt of what might just be approval as his own tongue corkscrews against Benton's.]