[This had been such a perfect idea. Fraser allowing Ray to view the whole thing like some perverted little voyeur without ever having to concern himself with his own actions and his own pleasures. It was the first time since last night that he'd truly got to take advantage of absorbing each little flutter and twitch of Benton's features and it makes him really wish he'd been paying much harder attention before. But this wouldn't be the last time. He'd have plenty of other opportunities to watch and learn and enjoy.
It was those little flashes of teeth that really did it, the smiles that showed Fraser was getting more than just pleasure from this, that he actually enjoyed every second of it. Ray smiled too, a brief show of teeth that linger only for a few seconds before drifting back into that fascinated gape, his fingers feeling for every little twitch behind Fraser's own hand movements. By the time Fraser's rolling his hips up and out and then pressing back down, Ray's pretty much decided he needs to be on the receiving end of that. He needs it, even if he's coming straight off the bat. Even if he has to wait until next time. He needs that expert little hip shift on his cock.]
Okay. Okay, I'm good. I got this.
[A very vague agreement, but he's pretty sure he can last until Benton's ready. Maybe. Possibly. Although he can't promise anything considering what he's witnessing right now. Especially not as Fraser's other hand comes back into play, brushing against Ray's and aiding in a push forward of a third fucking finger and oh God, how has the Mountie not last it yet? Kowalski was practically melted into the sheets and he wasn't even doing anything and yet Fraser? Fraser was still curling and reaching and pushing against himself.
There might just be a crack in that armour though as that chin of Benton's tucks in and he's throwing orders and begs right alongside one another. It takes Ray a few seconds to process the words, but even without them he can hear the tone behind them and see that pleading crease of eyebrows.]
Jesus, Fraser. You--
[But no. Fuck it. He won't even argue this. Can't. Fraser knows what he wants and what he can take.
With steady exhale to keep his nerves in check, Ray does as he's asked, hand creeping just a little bit closer towards Fraser's fingers. His index finger circles carefully at first, slicking itself up against the left behind lubricant, but it's a perfunctory gesture, done out of a general necessity rather than any aim to tease. Seconds later that slicked up flinger is aligning down the back of Fraser's knuckles to join his fingers and, with his other fingers now tucked against his palm, pushes forward against the relaxed muscle. He works it in smoothly, a steady push in as he keeps his eyes locked on his partner and only daring to lick his lips as he pushes in to the knuckle.]
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It was those little flashes of teeth that really did it, the smiles that showed Fraser was getting more than just pleasure from this, that he actually enjoyed every second of it. Ray smiled too, a brief show of teeth that linger only for a few seconds before drifting back into that fascinated gape, his fingers feeling for every little twitch behind Fraser's own hand movements. By the time Fraser's rolling his hips up and out and then pressing back down, Ray's pretty much decided he needs to be on the receiving end of that. He needs it, even if he's coming straight off the bat. Even if he has to wait until next time. He needs that expert little hip shift on his cock.]
Okay. Okay, I'm good. I got this.
[A very vague agreement, but he's pretty sure he can last until Benton's ready. Maybe. Possibly. Although he can't promise anything considering what he's witnessing right now. Especially not as Fraser's other hand comes back into play, brushing against Ray's and aiding in a push forward of a third fucking finger and oh God, how has the Mountie not last it yet? Kowalski was practically melted into the sheets and he wasn't even doing anything and yet Fraser? Fraser was still curling and reaching and pushing against himself.
There might just be a crack in that armour though as that chin of Benton's tucks in and he's throwing orders and begs right alongside one another. It takes Ray a few seconds to process the words, but even without them he can hear the tone behind them and see that pleading crease of eyebrows.]
Jesus, Fraser. You--
[But no. Fuck it. He won't even argue this. Can't. Fraser knows what he wants and what he can take.
With steady exhale to keep his nerves in check, Ray does as he's asked, hand creeping just a little bit closer towards Fraser's fingers. His index finger circles carefully at first, slicking itself up against the left behind lubricant, but it's a perfunctory gesture, done out of a general necessity rather than any aim to tease. Seconds later that slicked up flinger is aligning down the back of Fraser's knuckles to join his fingers and, with his other fingers now tucked against his palm, pushes forward against the relaxed muscle. He works it in smoothly, a steady push in as he keeps his eyes locked on his partner and only daring to lick his lips as he pushes in to the knuckle.]
That uh. You like that? Y'want more, huh?