[The almost fall had been a crisis easily averted, but his fumbling attempt at a knee had been less so. Fraser was caught in the crossfire and like a set of dominoes they'd all almost gone over. Stan's not quite sure how they managed to stay upright (other than Benton, who was already floor bound anyway) but the hand in his waistband had been an odd help as he shifted to catch his footing. He was still forced to pitch forward slightly as Vecchio went, that hand still agonisingly tight in his hair and causing a sharp bark of pain as that yank came. At least his neck is still intact, which is one small comfort in all of this.
Kowalski can't help but notice that Fraser's getting back to his feet once they all seem to have sorted themselves out, and he's not even that surprised at how quick the Mountie can move. One second he's on the floor, the next he's whipping around behind Vecchio and bear hugging like a true Canadian. Stanley can't even be annoyed when he notices (thanks to Ray's tugging) that they've suddenly got their wrists tied together, not when Fraser appears to finally be playing for the right team.
Now Vecchio's the one pinned and helpless, jerking uselessly against the too-strong arms and those outdoor worn hands that slip beneath his waistband.
Ray- Ray Kowalski, that is- grins. He grins just a little too triumphantly as he takes a moment to watch, eyes falling on Benton's gaze and nodding slow and knowing. Good job, he says without even opening his mouth.]
You were gettin' a little left out, Vecchio. Didn't seem fair. And y'know Fraser; he's all for fairness.
[And then he's closing the gap, stepping into those last few feet. The tethered hand curls around Vecchio's, fingers intertwining to keep a good grip, making sure that hand doesn't try and drag them both anywhere he doesn't want, but the other had free roam and he uses it to his advantage. Well. To all their advantage really as his fingers curl around the waistband of those slacks and underwear and tug sharply downwards to bring Fraser's groping out into the open. Kowalski's hand moves to join in, reaching under to palm and roll against the now exposed balls.]
Like that, huh? I think you'd enjoy some Canadian cock in you. We all gotta share the Mountie, after all.
[His lips far too close to Ray's ear, withdrawing just long enough to raise his eyebrows towards Fraser- Play along, buddy- and then he's ducking down, lips tongue and teeth trailing a path down Vecchio's breast bone, across a pectoral, and then lathing the flat of his tongue against a bare nipple. He licks and sucks just long enough to try and string along that sense of security. Just long enough to get the excitement rising, and then he's biting down, sharp and unrelenting as his teeth first bite into the nub, and then down against the sensitive flesh and muscle beneath.]
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Kowalski can't help but notice that Fraser's getting back to his feet once they all seem to have sorted themselves out, and he's not even that surprised at how quick the Mountie can move. One second he's on the floor, the next he's whipping around behind Vecchio and bear hugging like a true Canadian. Stanley can't even be annoyed when he notices (thanks to Ray's tugging) that they've suddenly got their wrists tied together, not when Fraser appears to finally be playing for the right team.
Now Vecchio's the one pinned and helpless, jerking uselessly against the too-strong arms and those outdoor worn hands that slip beneath his waistband.
Ray- Ray Kowalski, that is- grins. He grins just a little too triumphantly as he takes a moment to watch, eyes falling on Benton's gaze and nodding slow and knowing. Good job, he says without even opening his mouth.]
You were gettin' a little left out, Vecchio. Didn't seem fair. And y'know Fraser; he's all for fairness.
[And then he's closing the gap, stepping into those last few feet. The tethered hand curls around Vecchio's, fingers intertwining to keep a good grip, making sure that hand doesn't try and drag them both anywhere he doesn't want, but the other had free roam and he uses it to his advantage. Well. To all their advantage really as his fingers curl around the waistband of those slacks and underwear and tug sharply downwards to bring Fraser's groping out into the open. Kowalski's hand moves to join in, reaching under to palm and roll against the now exposed balls.]
Like that, huh? I think you'd enjoy some Canadian cock in you. We all gotta share the Mountie, after all.
[His lips far too close to Ray's ear, withdrawing just long enough to raise his eyebrows towards Fraser- Play along, buddy- and then he's ducking down, lips tongue and teeth trailing a path down Vecchio's breast bone, across a pectoral, and then lathing the flat of his tongue against a bare nipple. He licks and sucks just long enough to try and string along that sense of security. Just long enough to get the excitement rising, and then he's biting down, sharp and unrelenting as his teeth first bite into the nub, and then down against the sensitive flesh and muscle beneath.]