[Those threats were music to his ears, as was the whimpering that hadn't even been covered for. Vecchio could complain all he wanted, but that growing arousal certainly countered far too much of his arguments. He liked this as much as Kowalski had liked it days before, despite the mild blow to pride. Or perhaps because of it. It was liberating to be under the mercy of someone else, to have them make the decisions while leaving little in the way to counter. It's not something they'd allow outside in the real world, Stanley knows that, but in here? In here they could be something else.]

You sure complain a lot for a guy who's harder than a rock.

[His mouth withdraws it's assault long enough to get those words out before trailing towards Ray's other nipple, the same careful treatment given then of soft sucks and attentive licks, lasting it out as he shifts his attention back towards his hand. Those curled fingers slowly creep further back, brushing against Vecchio's perineum and leaving Fraser to keep up that stimulation. There's a brief scrape of blunt nails until he finally settles at the tight muscle just past, fingers circling lazily and, with little warning, pushing against with pressure without ever actually entering.

His mouth never bites down, leaving that possibility lingering far too long as he adds one final, languid lick and one small scrape of teeth before straightening up, brushing a quick path of lips straight back to Vecchio's neck and onwards to his ear. There's only one swipe of his tongue against the curve provided before he settles in close, voice low as he keeps his gaze locked just over the shoulder at Fraser and grinning wickedly.]

What was it you said the other mornin'? 'Bout jackin' it off to your good buddy Benny? You ever picture it like this? With him stronger than a fuckin' mountain and slammin' in from behind like some wildman of the North? You ever even tell him you think dirty shit like that about him?